Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 299 Dunling Holiday
A gentle person knows that the spokesperson of the Heavenly Father on earth also needs to eat and drink.

Rural priests and monks who had no conditions had to rely on donations from believers or their own hands to meet their living needs; while larger monasteries and even urban religious centers basically owned their own properties.

The sources of these industries are complex. A large part of them comes from land acquired through reclamation and redemption, including wheat fields, plantations, forest farms, etc., as well as the labor force that can make them run.

They continue to provide stable economic benefits, and their operating model is similar to that of fiefdoms, except that the center is changed from a castle to a monastery that is also protected by high walls. Without outside interference, it is almost a semi-independent small kingdom.

Due to some advantages in talent, technology and management, the church's operating level is often much higher than that of some families.

Kraft is that "part family," and knows it.

So when he followed Brother Vardin to Father Green's temporary residence, he didn't show much surprise other than admiration.

They set off on the first day when the weather turned sunny and came to this hillock, which is about half a day away from the city of Dunling. The pleasing green arcs followed the terrain in a way that made patients with obsessive-compulsive disorder extremely satisfied. In a neat manner, they are arranged on the stepped slope facing the sun.

As they went up the wagon track, they stopped by to visit the growing area. The vines growing on the wooden frame grow luxuriantly, and the palm-shaped broad leaves fully stretch and overlap, hiding the clusters of beads nourished by the summer rain and heat.

The half-ripe fruits, which are green and purple, are still brewing with sugar. Cultivators are repairing water channels to evenly distribute water from the highlands into each field ridge to ensure supply during the critical growth period.

According to Brother Wattin's explanation, the water in the canal comes from a natural spring, which is why the earliest settlers fell in love with this land.

The monastery is located on the top of a hill. It has few decorations and narrow windows. The high and solid outer walls are obviously some years old. They were probably built in the turbulent era when security issues were still severe, and they have become stronger over time.

Kraft followed Wadine as he dismounted in front of the door and watched as he showed some kind of certificate to the monk before being released.

When he passed through the doorway, he unexpectedly discovered a second door above his head, which was also a gate. Although it does not open and close frequently, the surrounding area is kept clean and there is no debris that could block the path.

Going inside, you enter the atrium of the building. Compared with the shabby exterior walls, the layout here is much more comfortable.

In the square open-air space, there is a circle of flower stands built around the reservoir. The water shaded by plants is crystal clear, and fresh fallen leaf petals drift along the flowing water, submerging into the culvert under the stone slabs.

The high wall separates this place from the busy orchard outside, and the soft sound of water becomes the main tone. Occasionally, monks would pass by with slow steps, unconsciously maintaining a leisurely and peaceful atmosphere.

The person I was looking for on this trip was sitting by the pool, flipping through the pages. There was a bunch of early-ripening grapes that had not been touched much in the fruit bowl next to him.

Wading stepped forward and unceremoniously pulled one into his mouth. He immediately understood why the bunch of grapes could be kept intact until they arrived.

"It's hard to imagine that they would treat you with this stuff." The sour taste made his facial features distort, but there was a clean stone floor under his feet, and he couldn't find a place to spit, so he had to swallow it hard.

"Fruits that are not in natural season are always sour and unpalatable." Green closed the things in his hands, swept away the fallen leaves on the bench next to him, and let the two visitors sit down.

He seems to be well integrated into the environment and has adapted to the suddenly free vacation life.

But Kraft, who was sharp-eyed, saw part of the content on the paper, which was a report with a very recent date.

"I hope you have rested well these days. Brother Wadding told me that you feel that the sounds in your ears are not so much?"

"Yes, you are right, there is indeed a little less." Green pulled out a folded piece of paper with several dates and horizontal and vertical lines for counting on it. Looking at the numbers alone, there has indeed been a decrease, probably from more than thirty times a day to about ten times now, but there was a relatively steep drop in two days. Recall that it was when the weather turned from rain to cloudy.

"What about the dream? And what about the light in the dream?"

"They're less clear."

"What's not so clear? Dreams, or those lights?" The improvement in symptoms made Kraft feel a little more reassured. At least past experience is still partially valid.

"Dream, I can have some memories when I first came here. I walked around the room where I fell asleep and so on. In the past two days, it has been hard to remember what happened." Green said and paused for a moment, as if he was feeling something.

"As for the light, I have no impression after coming here. I even feel that it is not directed at me."

"Your advice is very helpful. Staying away for the time being is a good choice, but I want to return to Dunling as soon as possible."

"My advice is not to rush. It's not too late to wait until you have completely recovered before going back. With your current situation, if you are affected again and relapse, the consequences may be worse and the delay will be longer."

Speaking from experience, the best way to dissuade seriously ill patients from leaving the hospital is to let them understand that nothing can be done if they go out now - although the effectiveness of this method is very low.

"But." When Kraft was about to start a debate on sick work efficiency with Green, the other party paused again. This time he turned his head and glanced in a certain direction, "That's it, I feel that the direction of those voices is clearer. ”

"Dun Ling?" Kraft easily guessed from the turning of his head that that was the direction they were coming from.

"Correct."

"This is normal. That thing is in Dunling. It makes sense for you to think that the sound comes from there." Kraft felt that it was not a big deal. It might be the influence of the environment here, and his mentality became calmer.

Maybe if you have time, it would be best to ask if you can bring someone to this team building. The slightly drunk sunshine is too comfortable, which makes people who always stay in the laboratory at night a little uncomfortable.

He enjoyed this feeling very much. His brain was operating at a low power, and the scene in front of him shook inconspicuously, making others feel a little dizzy.

Strangely, Green next to him seemed to be dizzy at the same time, reaching out to press his eyebrows.

"Did you feel it too?" the priest asked.

"No, I just had days and nights reversed recently, and I was just a little dizzy." Kraft held up a handful of cold pool water and applied it to his face, and he woke up. The dizziness he felt for a few seconds just now was probably just a sequelae of staying up late.

Brother Wading, who was listening to their chat, asked in confusion: "You also felt a little dizzy just now?"

"The same to you?"

Before he finished speaking, in the usual silence, the priest suddenly covered his ears and looked in the direction where he turned his head before. It seemed that a loud noise like a tsunami of tens of thousands of people was coming from there, tearing at his ears on a frequency band that others could not hear. eardrum.

But Kraft realized belatedly that it was not dizziness, but some kind of vibration deep in the earth, reaching their feet across a long distance.