Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

Raymond's discovery sparked a discussion, and more than a dozen members of the Knights discussed and analyzed the details, scrambling to use the fresh knowledge they had just brought out of the academy.

Although I don’t understand the personalized interpretation of art schools, the communication of special symbolic meanings, and regional cultural differences, to laymen, they all sound quite reasonable, and there is really no way to judge.

In the end, they were unable to reach an agreement, but they came up with a relatively high possibility: This may be a manifestation of the local religious order integrating local elements.

After all, the Prière Territory is a basin surrounded by mountains. Similar terrain is very common here. Adding elements that are in line with local people's cognition is more likely to resonate and be accepted by believers.

This is not without precedent. For example, the murals in the north of the kingdom prefer holy and clean snow scenes, while most of the sacred scene paintings around Westminster are rich in vegetation. However, such changes to key content are generally relatively rare, especially in the important scene of "Ascension".

But it was only rare. They didn't stay too long and continued upward. Maybe they could find the answer naturally in the monastery.

"Ascension" is indeed the last painted relief on the road. After the team walked through the last steep uphill road, they saw the monastery whose impression has always been on the drawing.

It is built on a relatively gentle area some distance from the top of the mountain, and is larger than expected.

The gray-black building complex spreads out along the terrain. In the center is the church leaning on the mountain. It adopts a Gothic style similar to Notre Dame Cathedral, but the decoration is simpler. The windows are deep and narrow, positioned higher, and the outer circumferential arch-like Decorative carvings extend the visual width so that it does not appear out of proportion to the overall scale.

As the main church, there are asymmetrical auxiliary buildings extending on both sides, with staggered heights and different surface colors. They should have been expanded sequentially after being put into use, but the overall style remains consistent.

I don't know whether it's due to technical issues or other considerations, but just from the deep window, you can see that the thickness of the outer wall is much higher than that of other similar buildings.

The thick stone wall with a height of two people completely enclosed the open space in front of the monastery, leaving it as an atrium that cannot be peeked into. There is only a platform in front of the main entrance for visitors to stay temporarily.

The paint on the solid wood iron-clad door panel peeled off, and rust bulged in clusters like herpes. The wood was so rotten that the species could not be discerned, but it was far from being easily damaged.

Obviously, the owner had no intention of coming back before he left. Several horizontal long wooden boards were fixed to the door panel, and the long button-like nails showed that no thought was given to how to remove this thing.

Kraft seemed to understand why he, as the new homeowner, had not received the keys.

But this problem is easily solved. Although there was no locksmith present, there were blacksmiths and carpenters recruited at high prices among the team.

They simply sawed through the wooden planks that sealed the door, but they still couldn't push it open. The experienced craftsman discovered that there were a few areas between the door cracks that were not light-tight. He inserted a file into the door and rubbed it to remove some dust.

"It's lead." He licked his mouth and blew the powder off his fingertips with a look of dismay on his face. "Someone went over and poured lead water into the crack of the door."

It may be the first time in my life that I have seen such a locked door, but the veterans couldn't think of a way to let the team in before the sun went down.

Craft gave up fighting the damn door and chose to climb over the wall.

Soon, two long ladders were improvised. The monk who went ahead was stunned for a moment, then turned over and stood up firmly, with the wall covering his waist below.

This is not even a wall, but a defensive facility similar to a city wall, but it is a little more subtle and does not have concave and convex arrow stacks.

Kraft climbed up the wall and found that there were many wider stairs on the inside for people to quickly walk up and down and carry large equipment, creating a semi-military fortress that opened up the Priyer family castle for at least two generations. Difference.

Although it is true that old monasteries need to have some defensive functions, the builders here are definitely suffering from persecution paranoia.

The good news is that it will now be owned by the Order.

Everyone is very satisfied with the quality of the assets, and this satisfaction even allows them to temporarily ignore the messy atrium.

The unpruned seedlings have grown wildly for many years after humans left, overflowing the restricted area of ​​the garden, and the old fallen leaves have become an airtight pavement on the road, just like a forest trail.

The vines are like ghosts' loose hair, almost crushing the climbing frame and strangling the surrounding trees that are also poorly pruned. They hang down from their slanting branches, glowing with an unhealthy yellowish color from lack of sunlight.

The more fragile flowering plants have long since been wiped out in this unrestricted competition, leaving only an unhealthy yellow-green color carelessly painted by chaotic nature in the entire courtyard, as well as a deep smell of humus.

"Does it feel like it's going to be haunted at any time?" a lousy guy muttered, and was immediately glared at by the people around him.

"It's okay. We have many counterparts in our profession." Kraft walked down the high wall and stepped into the fallen leaves. The corpses of the plants were up to his feet. "The possession rate of the holy book exceeds that of most parts of the kingdom. One person can recite a sentence." The devil is sent back to hell."

The door of the main building of the church was not nailed, but it could not be pushed open. The high windows cut off their idea of ​​climbing in.

The carpenter studied for a while and came to the conclusion that there was probably only one wooden door bolt and that replacing the door with a new one was more cost-effective than repairing it. Kraft decisively handed over the task to Yvonne who was eager to try it.

After some unconventional but effective operations, the door problem and the attitude of some new members of the Knights towards girls were solved.

The youngest student of the professor stepped into the church with a blacksmith hammer, looking like he was still not satisfied.

The situation here is slightly better than outside. In addition to the inevitable dust and dampness, the way of building against the mountain further reduces the source of light, making the hall still dim at noon.

There are only a few pieces of stained glass inlaid in the window frame. The cold natural light passes through it, illuminating a few beams of light that make people's noses itch in the wide space where floating dust is floating.

The sneezing sound came one after another for a while, and this is the nightmare of rhinitis patients.

Kraft pulled his collar to cover his mouth and nose, walked in, and felt whether there was any other smell besides water vapor and dust.

The answer is no. It has not been found yet, or it is not obvious enough.

He looked at Kupp with an inquiring look, and the other shook his head affirmatively and couldn't help sneezing again.

Although this place looks like a place suitable for a classic Gothic horror story, it is actually much safer than Dunling. At least you don't have to experience the feeling of a large time bomb buried under the cushion.

Something stepped on his feet, which felt very similar to the feeling of the footsteps in the courtyard. Kraft took out a glove from his pocket, put it on, and leaned over to pick it up.

The things in the half-wrapped cover were already very loose, and the poor preservation environment destroyed the binding knot. A slight lift scattered all over the ground, like a ball of soaked sand or rotten leaves from the previous year.

"Stop." Kraft stretched out his hand to stop the people who were about to move forward, and directed their eyes to the shadows ahead.

Things like fallen leaves covered the ground spliced ​​with stone slabs, and were thrown away wantonly.

There were an astonishing number of pages, stacked layer by layer, and rotten.

Push the book of the group friend, it is also a hammer!

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