Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 333 Ascension
The hospitality provided by the Priyère family at least helped maintain vital signs.

Kraft identified recognizable portions of the food passing by, filled his stomach with a few items that looked relatively safe, and then put down his cutlery neatly, pretending to be a Puritan who was very restrained about food.

The Baron expressed his appreciation for this state of abstaining from food and drink, and told his steward to call a guide to take the well-rested convoy to the monastery.

Although he had not been there for many years, the current Baron Priyère could still easily locate the building.

Standing on the top of the tower and looking in the direction he pointed, a gray-black corner was faintly visible among the chaotic color blocks formed by the mountain vegetation and fog.

That was at the other end of the basin. The mountain with an unfriendly slope was occupied by a large area of ​​exposed rock walls from the middle section, like a wooden stake that was casually brought by God, chiseled a few times and then driven directly into the ground. Together with other peaks, it formed a fence to protect the lambs on earth in the basin.

The guide repeatedly reminded everyone to calm the horses in advance to avoid accidents on the only passable road.

It has to be said that the people who chose the site for the monastery had far more strategic vision than the local families. If this broken place had sufficient food and water, even if no special fortifications were built, it would be enough to disgust the attackers until the end of time.

No matter how many troops there are, they will be blocked on the mountain road, and at most they can deploy a frontal force of more than a dozen people, and it will be even more difficult in some places.

However, the part belonging to the monastery does not start from the mountain road.

Before they entered the shadow of the mountains, they noticed some abandoned land and buildings, which were clearly separated from the surrounding fields that were about to be harvested by an invisible boundary.

Weeds and shrubs that have been growing for who knows how many years have covered the ridges of the fields. Occasionally, you can see wild berries with plump fruits hanging on branches covered with tiny thorns, making the soil that has been idle for so long seem very fertile.

Climbing plants grew all over the building walls like scales. Most of the wood had deteriorated due to the erosion of the humid climate, and was drooping in a loose, softened, semi-rotten state. The parts that rarely saw sunlight were covered with green and white spots, which was disgusting.

But the main body made of rocks is still intact, and from the shapes we can see livestock pens, windmills, and even some houses for farmers, indicating that the permanent population was no less than that of some small and medium-sized villages.

These are all part of the monastery's property. According to the guide, many low-level monks and tenants once lived here, but they were abandoned after the monks left.

It seems that the Priyère family faithfully carried out the will left by the church and did not make use of these idle lands even when the economic situation was poor.

The desolate scene extended all the way to the foot of the mountain, where the guide found several dozing soldiers, or rather, sloppily armed militiamen. The calluses on their hands were more like those from using farm tools than weapons, and there was still dirt between their fingernails.

The job of guarding is probably more leisurely than that of most grave keepers. After all, even the dead will not visit this place that has been forgotten by God for twenty years.

The guards, sleepily, cleared away various debris, extinguished the cooking fire, and made way for the team to pass.

Kraft dismounted and set foot on the road that he had been repeatedly warned to be careful of, and found that it was very different from what he had imagined.

Before they were halfway there, they began to regret unloading the goods from the carriage and using horses instead.

This gravel road has not been completely eroded even after 20 years. Even the narrowest part is only about the width of a half-loaded freight carriage, and the road surface is not arched by overgrown plants.

In the inaccessible cliffs, instead of taking the convenient and labor-saving suspended plank road, a road was directly hollowed out into the rock.

The builders obviously enjoyed their work, and added a number of carvings of sacred stories on the inside of the road, as if they hoped that passers-by would stay longer on this huge piece of road to appreciate it.

More than 20 years is far from enough to erase these works. The repeatedly dissolved and dried mineral paint particles still stubbornly remain on the surface where moss cannot grow. Some of them flow down along the carved lines, making the overall image appear grotesque and flowing with a disconnect between outline and color.

The unpredictable wind direction in the mountains brought clouds and mist with light rain, slowing down the team.

Brother Raymond had time to explain the content to the leader who had just changed his profession and his two disciples.

At the bottom is the prophet receiving the Ten Commandments. The followers follow the prophet standing on a high place, receiving inspiration from the upper part of the composition. The continuous mountains under their feet cleverly make use of the dark brown color of the rocks themselves, and the clouds above are opening up.

He emphasized that the robes of prophets are usually blue or purple to reflect holiness and authority, while the mountains and clouds at the lower left and upper right are decorations to reflect mystery, which are not the protagonists but indispensable. Many contents that are passed by in the eyes of laymen actually have corresponding default rules or metaphors.

The sequence of these relief paintings begins with the prophet's admonitions and continues with the birth of the chosen one: a baby with a halo on his head is born in a simple room, surrounded by angels and flocks of sheep, who even have their own names and specific positions.

These tedious details are actually reflected in the work, which shows the effort invested.

Next are the deeds of the prophets and the chosen ones on earth in the name of the Heavenly Father. It is amazing that Raymond could take these contents so seriously after his trip to the Dunling Underground Lake.

Kraft and Kupp were either fascinated or drowsy after listening to the lecture. They felt as confused as if they had entered a scenic spot and found that the tour guide was a history teacher who was still explaining the key points of knowledge. They secretly wondered if those who had fallen in the past might have been too sleepy to step on the wide road and fell.

The recent graduates from the church school in Dunling might be more familiar with this than Raymond was, and would have no interest in hearing it again.

Yvonne showed a lot of interest, as this was the first time someone had told her a story. Although the content was a bit old-fashioned, she had never heard of it before, and Kraft was obviously not someone who had time to tell bedtime stories.

The only listener gave Brother Raymond some comfort and motivation to continue explaining.

The team continued to climb in the drizzle, occasionally resting in the open space on the slightly flat part of the way. When approaching the top of the mountain, the rain finally came to an end, and the shadowy light passed through the clouds and sparse tree canopy, falling between the wet eyelashes, and the colorful arc-shaped halo formed by refraction diffused in the thick fog.

The first monk who climbed this mountain may have seen the same scene: the rainbow after the rain seemed to be the revelation of the Lord falling from heaven when the prophet climbed to the top of the mountain. So the location of the monastery was chosen accordingly.

In the eyes of later generations, those mottled reliefs and changeable weather only brought an inexplicable sense of depression.

The misty sky is so close at hand that one has the illusion of suddenly walking from a church hall into a small dark room. The infinite space beyond the field of vision evokes the instinctive uneasiness of being secretly spied on in the original memory.

The hidden pain in his consciousness seemed to worsen. Kraft looked around cautiously, but he didn't smell anything unusual.

But Raymond paused in his explanation. He stopped in front of what might be the last relief, the information of which could be discerned even by a layman.

It is a scene of saints ascending to heaven, with the gate of heaven wide open, and the clouds gradually decreasing and curling in a vortex, creating a real sense of dynamic space. The finely carved and complex wings stretch out in the sky, as if welcoming, and there is nothing behind the door and wings, neither celestial bodies nor the prosperous scenes in heaven.

Saints of transcendent status stand on the highest point of the mountains. Angels holding holy emblems, trumpets and flags are on both sides of the road to heaven, led by the Virgin Mary to welcome the new members of the kingdom of heaven.

Believers in various postures look up while surrounded by mountains. Some are in a prayer posture, while others stretch out their hands as if to embrace and hold a ray of holy light that is out of reach.

"What's wrong? Do you want to take a break?" Teaching while climbing a mountain is a very difficult task that tests one's lung capacity, especially when students are not paying attention. Kraft is willing to understand his physical and mental exhaustion. "But we will reach the top soon."

"No, no, no, it's just a small problem." Raymond showed the kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder that makes him uncomfortable when he sees a small corner of the paper warping up and can't press it flat, "There's something wrong here."

Out of respect, although Kraft didn't really care, he was willing to ask, "What place is it? Can you tell us about it?"

"This mountain is not right. Logically, the ascension should have taken place on the Mount of Olives, which is the only mountain on the plain and was uprooted by the miracle of the Heavenly Father."

“Could it be possible that an ignorant stonemason carved it wrong?”

"It shouldn't be possible. It's too different from the Mount of Olives. It's definitely not accidental. It's a bit similar."

Following Raymond's line of thought, Kraft also observed the relief. The time and patience he put into it must be more than what he had seen before, so there was no reason to carve the wrong key points.

However, the terrain in the picture is indeed not flat and pointed. It is surrounded by mountains, which looks a bit like
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