Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

The hospitality of the Priyel family at least played a role in maintaining vital signs.

Kraft identified the recognizable parts from the food passing by, took a few items that looked safer to fill his stomach, and put down the tableware neatly, pretending to be a Puritan who was very restrained in food.

The baron expressed his appreciation for this state of abandoning the desire for food, and ordered the butler to summon the guide and take the well-rested convoy to the monastery.

Although he had not been there for many years, the current Baron Priyel could still easily find the location of the building.

Standing on the top of the tower, looking in the direction he pointed, a gray-black corner was looming in 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 since the middle section, like a wooden stake that was casually moved by God, cut and chiseled a few times, and then directly inserted into the ground. Together with other peaks, it formed a fence to protect the human lambs in the basin.

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

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

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

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

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

The weeds and shrubs that have been rotating for many years have submerged the ridges of the fields. Occasionally, wild berries with plump fruits can be seen hanging on the branches covered with fine thorns, making the soil that has been idle for a long time very fertile.

Climbing plants grow all over the building walls like scales, and most of the wood has deteriorated due to the erosion of the humid climate, and has sunken and drooped in a loose and soft semi-corrupted form. The parts that rarely see the sun are smeared with green and white spots, which is disgusting.

But the main body made of rocks is still intact. From the shape, it can be seen that there are livestock pens, windmills, and even some houses for farmers to live in, indicating that the permanent population in the past 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 all abandoned after the monks left.

It seems that the Priyel family faithfully implemented the will left by the church, and even in the case of poor economic conditions, they did not use these idle lands.

The desolate scene extends all the way to the foot of the mountain, where the guide found several dozing soldiers, or militiamen who were sloppily armed. The calluses on their hands are more like using farm tools than weapons, and there is still dirt in the cracks of their nails.

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

The guards cleaned up various sundries and extinguished the fire for cooking, making way for the team.

Kraft dismounted and stepped onto the road that he had been repeatedly told to be more careful on, and found that it was very different from what he imagined.

Before they were halfway there, they regretted why they unloaded the things from the carriage and used horses to carry them.

This road paved with gravel has not been completely eroded after twenty years. Even the narrowest part retains the width of about one and a half freight carriages, and the road surface is not arched by many growing plants.

At the cliffs where it is inconvenient to pass, instead of taking the convenient and labor-saving suspended plank road, a road was directly hollowed out in the rock.

The builders obviously like their work very much. They added a lot of carvings of scripture stories on the inside of the road, as if they hope that passers-by will stay and appreciate this huge section of the road more.

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 carving lines, making the whole present a grotesque flowing image with a disconnected outline and color.

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

Brother Raymond had time to explain the content to the half-way monk leader and his two disciples.

At the bottom is the prophet receiving the Ten Commandments. The followers followed the prophet standing on the high ground and received enlightenment from the upper part of the composition. The continuous mountains under their feet cleverly used the dark brown color of the rocks themselves, and the clouds above were open.

He emphasized that the prophet's robes are generally blue or purple to reflect holiness and authority, while the mountains and clouds on the lower left and upper right are decorations used to reflect the sense of mystery. They 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 order of these relief paintings begins with the prophet's commandments, and then 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, and the sheep even have their own names and specific positions.

These tedious details are actually reflected in the work, and the effort invested is evident.

Above that are the deeds of the prophet and the chosen one on earth in the name of the Heavenly Father. It is really hard for Raymond to take these contents so seriously after his trip to the Dunling Underground Lake.

Kraft and Kupp could only be said to be drowsy rather than fascinated by what they heard. They were kind of confused when they entered the scenic spot and found that the tour guide was a history teacher and was still explaining the key points of knowledge. They secretly guessed that the person who made mistakes in the past was It wasn't because I was sleepy that I could fall through the air on such a wide road.

The fresh graduates from the church school in Dunling may be more familiar with these than Raymond, and they are not interested in hearing them again.

However, Yvonne showed good interest. This was the first time someone told her a story specifically. Although the content was slightly old-fashioned, she hadn't heard it much after all, and Kraft was obviously not someone who had time to tell bedtime stories.

Being the only audience gave Brother Raymond some comfort and motivation to continue explaining.

The team continued to climb in the drizzle, occasionally resting in open spaces on the road that were slightly flat. As we approached the top of the mountain, the rain finally stopped, and the shadowy light passed through the clouds and sparse tree canopy, falling between the moist eyelashes, and the colorful arc-shaped halo formed by refraction diffused in the thick fog.

The first monk who climbed here may have seen such a scene. The rainbow after the rain seemed like the Lord's revelation falling from heaven when the prophet climbed to the top of the mountain. The site of the monastery was thus chosen.

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

The sky in the mist is very close at hand, and there is an illusion of suddenly walking from the church hall into a small dark room. The infinite space outside the field of vision evokes the instinctive uneasiness of being peeped in the dark in the original memory.

The dull pain in his consciousness seemed to be getting worse. Kraft looked around cautiously, but his intuition did not smell any strange smell.

But Raymond's explanation stopped. He stopped in front of what may be the last relief. The message of the relief can be discerned even by laymen.

It is the scene of the saints ascending to heaven, the gate of heaven is open, and the clouds are gradually decreasing and swirling, creating a real sense of dynamic space. The intricately carved wings stretch high in the sky, making a connecting gesture. There is nothing behind the door and wings. There is neither a celestial body nor a prosperous scene in the carved heaven.

The saints with transcendent status stand at the highest point of the mountains, and angels holding holy symbols, trumpets, and flags are on both sides of the road to ascension, led by the Virgin to welcome new members of the kingdom of heaven.

Believers with different postures looked up while surrounded by mountains. Some were praying, and some stretched out their hands as if to embrace and hold a ray of holy light, which was out of reach.

"What's the matter, do you want to take a break?" Lectures while climbing a mountain is a difficult operation that tests lung capacity, especially when the students don't listen carefully. Kraft is willing to understand that he is exhausted physically and mentally, "But we are very tired. It’s almost reaching the top.”

"No, no, no, it's just a small problem." Raymond showed the uncomfortable expression of obsessive-compulsive disorder when he saw a small corner of the paper tilted and then pressed it unevenly, "There's something wrong here."

For the sake of respect, although Kraft actually didn’t care at all, he was still willing to ask for help: “What place is it? Can you explain it to us?”

"This mountain is not right. Logically speaking, the ascension to heaven should be on the Mount of Olives. It is the only mountain on the plain and was uprooted by the miracle of the Father."

"Is it possible that the stonemason who didn't know better carved it wrong?"

"It's logically impossible. It's so different from the Mount of Olives. It's definitely not unintentional. It's a bit similar."

Following Raymond's train of thought, Kraft also observed this relief, and the time and patience he poured into it would only be more than what he had seen before. There was no reason why the key points were wrong.

However, the terrain in the picture is indeed not flat. Surrounded by mountains, it looks a bit like

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