Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

Kraft had always thought that skipping money on the water was an exaggerated metaphor, but now he is a little unsure. The books here can be exchanged for silver coins to train everyone to become masters of skipping money on the water.

His timely intervention prevented the remaining people from further damaging the things on the ground. Those information carriers made of leather and plant fibers have been deformed and wrinkled due to repeated cycles of moisture and drying in the shade.

The poor preservation conditions have made most of them unable to be repaired, melting into mud-like substances. Insects crawl in this natural hiding place, chewing the melted and distorted words without knowing it.

They look like the remains of a hasty evacuation. Some unexpected incident forced the original owner to abandon this huge spiritual and material wealth here.

However, a little observation will reveal that this seemingly reasonable guess still has unexplained aspects.

The books were not randomly piled up, but were deliberately spread out and laid one by one in the center of the church, like straw spread out on the ridges of the fields in winter waiting to rot, occupying a large area of ​​the ground, leaving only a few narrow aisles, as if someone needed to walk back and forth frequently to check the contents of the pages.

Even the long rows of chairs used for prayer gatherings were moved aside and placed against the wall, with a large number of books piled up on the seats.

"What is this for?"

Everyone was confused by the same question. The scene in front of them was obviously not something that an individual could do, and the abbot of the monastery had no right to call up such a number of books without authorization. Usually, they would only be taken out of the warehouse in batches for drying and maintenance during the short dry season every year.

Unless most of the upper and middle-level managers reached an agreement and were determined to implement it, it would be impossible to empty the library.

And it was obviously unreasonable to dry books in a room with insufficient light. It looked more like...

[Check information? 】

Raymond had seen monks who were studying hard in the library of Notre Dame Cathedral. They gathered around a wooden table that was wide enough for several people to lie down. The books were spread all over the table. Their eyes were like egrets looking for live fish under the water, searching for a specific content to verify some details that ordinary people could not understand at all.

As a field staff member under Green, he rarely had the opportunity to contact those people. The last impression he had was still in his school days. An old pedant with extremely difficult speech blocked the degree of half of the students who were taking the advanced course.

They could always pick out some particularly tricky and unclear details from the dark corners of some books to study, and then find supporting arguments with extensive references and regard them as the criterion.

Of course, the instructor of that course was changed in the second year.

There are such people in every place of a certain size, responsible for managing the book collection and providing basis for debate.

As the monastery with the largest investment in the area, even if the academic talents here are difficult to reach the level of Dunling, they will not be too far away, and may even come from the seminary of Dunling University.

Raymond once thought that they could recite the specific volume and section where each sentence appeared in the book. As long as a small group of such people were gathered, there would be nothing that could not be found.

While most people were still immersed in marveling at the wealth represented by the books, he quickly approached Kraft and checked the remaining cover in his leather-protected hands.

Thanks to the widespread over-decoration, the cover material was quite thick to facilitate the use of carving and inlaying techniques, and the preservation was much better than the content.

The pattern pigments were basically peeled off and discolored, but the gold and silver foil filled still outlined the embossed and capitalized book titles, and the wing-shaped metal fasteners and corner guards showed that it was an internal work of the church, not a personal work picked up from somewhere.

While the professor was still stumbling and trying to read the incomplete text, Raymond had already identified its identity.

"It should be a collection of admonitions."

"What?" A blank look that had only heard of the holy book came over.

Brother Raymond resisted the urge to popularize basic knowledge: "You can regard it as a commentary on the Bible, which is compiled from the sermons of authoritative people. It is more obscure and profound than what is said to ordinary believers. It mainly includes the interpretation of doctrines and the interpretation of specific scriptures, which is used for our internal worship study."

"I understand, it is teaching materials." The professor nodded suddenly, which he was too familiar with.

Raymond didn't think the other party listened at all, but he had lost the desire to defend himself. He asked for a pair of gloves and carefully handled other books at his feet.

These books have been stuck to the floor tiles, and they need to be slowly peeled off and lightly "shoveled" up, otherwise a large piece will be torn off and the surface will be seriously damaged.

"Well, the Psalms, a very common collection of hymns, I have memorized several passages from it, even the first one is the same as my book, and it will be used in the ceremony."

"Now we don't require memorization." The Knights who just graduated from the academy added, "After all, it is a secondary elective content."

Raymond shook his head and lamented the poor self-learning ability of the younger generation. The gold content of the degree is indeed getting worse year by year.

"The Lives of the Saints, you should have read it. At that time, we read it as a story book. We borrowed it every once in a while and read it several times, especially the prophet and King Pendra drawing swords. Oh, forget it."

Putting this book and memories aside, he simply looked at a few books that were easier to pick up and read the titles fluently.

"The Proof of Existence, Summa Refutum, Theological Treatise, Summa Theologica, Studies on the Reformation of Charles, Studies on the Theology of Scotus, the famous works here are quite complete. Among the people I know, Father Green may be the only one who has read them all."

It is limited to reading them. When it comes to nitpicking, they can't argue with professionals even if they have three mouths.

But they are also a group of professionals. They have set up such a big battle here. They look for things in the books in their specialized fields, and even in the books they copied by themselves. It seems that they haven't found anything yet?

"I feel something is wrong. What do you think, professor?"

As a witness of some special events, Raymond felt that he was a little nervous.

"That possibility cannot be ruled out." Kraft answered cryptically. He asked Yvonne again and got a negative answer. The girl was quite active, but it seemed that the local climate made her feel particularly comfortable. She walked around and observed, turning the mason's hammer in her hand until the original owner took it back tremblingly.

"But I really didn't feel anything special." Kraft really felt that his rhinitis was activated. Not only was he itchy because of the dust, but he always felt that there was something he should smell but couldn't smell.

Just like seeing a pile of untidy dishes and an open refrigerator in the kitchen of a newly moved-in second-hand house, he instinctively felt that something was rotting in the dark, and there was always a phantom smell at the tip of his nose, which disappeared after careful identification.

"Damn it, the things that can't be found are the most troublesome." Especially not only can't be found, but also don't know whether they exist or not, which can drive people with obsessive-compulsive disorder crazy.

After a little hesitation, Kraft gave orders to the team: "Clean up the courtyard and camp outside tonight. It has been empty for too long. Who knows if there will be any safety hazards. I don't want a chandelier to fall on my head in the middle of the night."

"Don't touch these books yet. We will clean the entire monastery tomorrow morning and sort them out slowly later." This piece of books that archaeologists have to worry about at least does not seem dangerous for the time being. The top priority is to check the entire building.

"Pay attention to safety and avoid acting alone. Many people must report to Brother Raymond. You can ask Kupu to accompany you. Keep the fire lit before sunrise tomorrow. I will keep watch with you."

"Now, let's clean up the new home."