Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 310 Set sail
"It's not like we haven't done anything these days. At least we built a plank road here. It's still not that convenient, but it's much easier to walk than before." Father Green led Kraft through several sentries and came to the appearance. A scene of great change.

A torch every five or six steps illuminates the results of overtime work. A simple road made of wooden boards was built on the steep slope, relying on wooden piles stuck in the gaps between the rocks as fulcrums.

The zigzag route has greatly improved the difficulty of going up and down, at least you can walk normally.

But the surprise is yet to come. A frame with a three-story structure is being formed on the rocky beach below, and dismantled boats are being assembled on rolling logs next to it.

"There is also a temporary pier." It could be seen that some people in the church were really frightened. The support this time was recognized by the priest. "We have built berths at different heights to prevent the water level from rising."

This place has become a temporary construction site, and everyone is busy with their own things. Dig up the gravel, drive the stakes, and nail the prepared slats to the frame.

All the things that the terminal should have are being rapidly formed with sufficient manpower and material support as preparations for exploration.

At the middle height of the steep slope, you can also see someone using local materials to build a relatively stable platform with suitable stones, and trying to install something with a rotatable mechanical mechanism on it.

A light source that is much brighter than ordinary torches is flickering, and it is a bit dazzling when it shines here.

"That's a lighthouse." Green was very satisfied with the professor's surprised expression. "People with navigation experience recommend getting this, otherwise you may lose your direction at a distance of tens of meters. Now it's time to adjust the lens."

"It's not easy to get this thing. I heard that the price of such a large piece of white glass used to be equal to the same weight of silver. Fortunately, it has become cheaper recently."

"what?!"

It has to be said that this level of preparation did give Kraft a little more confidence out of thin air.

I have been exposed to so many abnormal events, and this is the one with the biggest problems, but it is also the one with the best treatment. Although the church is indeed procrastinating when it procrastinates, when it really gets things done, even a small amount of effort is worthy of praise.

"How do you set up these things safely?" It's not like the creatures in the lake are deaf and have no response to the clanging sounds on the shore.

"Didn't you encounter anything?"

"Yes, but we didn't catch it, and we didn't see what it was." Green pointed to a corner of the pier that was not easy to notice. The planks laid there seemed to have been torn away, and even the wooden piles dug deep into the beach were also removed. Being uprooted and carried away.

Two armed monks were reinforcing the chassis of something with the span of Kraft's arm and should probably be called a "ballista." There is still wet moisture on the surface, as if it had just fallen into the water and been fished out again.

The last time I saw something like this was at the top of Westminster City. It was usually placed in a key tower for maintenance.

What was used was not a conventional arrow, but a ferocious and prickly short spear, which could also be said to be a harpoon, with a rope trailing behind it.

"That thing almost took several of us away. After being shot, it pulled the crossbow into the water with its base. If the rope hadn't been chewed, we might not have been able to retrieve it."

"You fought it off?"

"It's a pity that we didn't pull it up. There will be kerosene to entertain us then." A regretful voice came from Brother Wadding. He noticed the two people chatting on the busy construction site and leaned over and said.

"It's not difficult to shoot a glowing underwater object that's more than thirty steps away. What's difficult is how to get this thing in the water next."

"And the guys over there." He lowered his voice and glanced at the other side of the pier.

There were also some church personnel dressed similarly to them, carrying various weapons and urging the shipwrights who were assembling the ships.

It seems that the relationship between Green and them is not good. If you observe carefully, you will find that the people on the dock are faintly divided into two groups. There was no obvious hostile behavior, but there was an invisible line in the middle.

"Be careful what you say." Green stopped Wadding from talking, "I believe in the character of Father Theodore. The enemies of the Father are before us, and all bitterness, anger, anger, clamor, and slander should be removed from us. , be gracious, as the Lord has forgiven us all.”

The voice of the second half of the sentence was much higher, obviously not for Wading.

Several people in the crowd over there seemed to have no expressions after hearing this through the thick fog. In the end, they didn't say anything and just continued to prepare for the trip.

Kraft's heart sank half as he had just relaxed, and he tried to ask Greene with his eyes. How is this going?

Who is crazy enough to arrange for two people who don't seem to be able to deal with each other to cooperate in such a big thing?

Green shook his head slightly and said it was not a big problem. "For the sake of efficiency and safety, we mainly divided into two groups and explored in two directions at the same time."

"That is to say, it's not all the way at all." He also lowered his voice and almost only used his mouth.

"Theodore is a man of outstanding ability and clear mind. He will not act irrationally because of personal relationships. I think the presiding judge decided to let him come after careful consideration."

"Of course, it's still a little worse than Green." Wading added with his lips pursed, and was immediately glared at.

"..."

Kraft wanted to believe Green. If he were opposite, even if the two were usually incompatible with each other, vying for promotion opportunities and reporting academic misconduct, Green would wait until the matter was over before picking a good day to trouble him.

But that "Theodore" is really not clear at all. We can only hope that there are more reliable people like Green in the church.

Fortunately, the two groups of people are not going in the same direction, so they probably won't run into each other, and they may not even be able to come back.

The preparation of the ship has been basically completed. The workers pushed the thickened ship into the water along the wooden rolling track.

Someone yelled for the simple lighthouse to turn around and shoot the beam of light closer, casting a huge spot of light with rough edges that swept across the water.

The crossbowman watched this side closely, adjusting his aiming direction according to the light spot, looking for any suspicious ripples in the water.

The accompanying monks sorted out their equipment for the last time, fixed the supplies with slip knots at convenient locations on the ship, and mounted empty buckets with grab ropes as life-saving supplies in the worst case scenario, although they didn't know if it really made sense.

It was almost time for them to set off. Compared to Father Theodore's team who was praying collectively, Green was more silent. Several veterans with previous experience clenched their weapons and repeatedly checked their fuel.

"Are you really going?" Green confirmed for the last time, "I heard you were just out of curiosity?"

At this point, he no longer knew what the other party was doing.

"Hmm... too many. To save the people in the city, or to comfort the dead? Maybe also to answer some of the previous things?" Kraft looked at the lake, and those huge still silhouettes were reflected in his pupils, unexpectedly proportionate.

"You may not believe it, but this matter affects far more than here. To Westminster, to the tributaries of the River Teme, to the harbor in the north. I came after it, of course, not entirely. for it.”

"Aside from everything else, don't you want to know what that is?
“What kind of power created all of this, twisting the souls of the living and resurrecting the bodies of the dead, like turning pottery into clay, and arbitrarily reshaping the masterpieces of the Father in Heaven.

"What is its nature? Is it a law that has not been fully elucidated like the roar of thunder and the movement of celestial bodies? Is it the ultimate answer to the end of medicine, or is it something that we are destined to be unable to understand and control?
"Don't you want to know?" He turned around, his eyes burning.

Green had an extremely ominous feeling, something he had experienced before - the skin of the person in front of him was not soft, but a delicate and brittle material like pottery, an egg shell that was about to crack or had already cracked, like the one he saw in the sewer. That armor.

The inner essence peeks at the outside world through the cracks, stretching it unsatisfactorily and almost wanting to break out of the shell.

Something colder than the lake water flowed through his body, as if something emerged from the body and stretched out countless fingers that were hypothermic and grabbed him.

Then it just disappeared.

Kraft stood in front of him, looking very concerned about his mental state, his eyes full of worry about this unfavorable journey.

"Are you okay? Do you want to leave later?"

"No, I'm just a little distracted." The priest smiled awkwardly for everyone to see, and took the lead on the wooden boat.