Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

"This place feels bigger than it looks from the outside, but I've never heard anyone say that. Have you heard of it before, Dominic?"

The monk with the holy pickaxe hanging on his waist raised the lantern and looked up at the top of the corridor. A large area of ​​flowers and angel paintings decorated the blank space between the ribs and arches, making this road connecting the residential area and the warehouse not too monotonous.

Because they are in an indoor environment, these complex patterns, which were completed by the painter with his sore neck, are only dim and faded, making it impossible to recognize the heaven and starry sky scenes between the red and blue colors.

Even though this corridor usually has few visitors except for errands, the brushstrokes are soft and delicate, accurately delineating every texture.

He had taken some abbreviated medical courses within the church, and a large proportion of patients with spinal and neck diseases came from these ceiling-painting groups.

"We were not born more than 20 years ago. If it was closed because of some scandal, it is normal that we have never heard of it." Dominic glanced at the paintings above his head. Even with the aesthetic developed during Dun Ling's studies, It can also be considered a good level.

It is unlikely that a monastery of this size and detail can be satisfied by the local church's own funds alone. Monasteries that have received special care will definitely be recorded.

These students, who lack family background, will basically start looking for their future destination early before completing their studies, and even some church organizations in remote areas have heard about it.

If there were to be some large vacant monastery near Westminster, rumors of a revival would probably have to circulate every year.

Strangely, they don’t even know now what the monastery was named after.

It was as if the builder and its name had been erased along with the writing on the wood and rock.

"It's indeed a bit strange." The thought lingered in my mind, and the traces of cutting and destruction flashed from time to time. The original text was obviously completely impossible to judge, but when I recalled it, I always felt that I should be able to read something.

It’s like looking at things on the other side through worn glass. No matter how far or near you adjust, it’s still blurry, but you’ll always catch a glimpse of something at certain angles that are difficult to reproduce. People can’t help but check again and again, as if they’re invisible. hook to hang.

Dominic took a deep breath of the cool night air to drag himself out of the inexplicable feelings. He was more curious about the weapons on the waist of his traveler than the things he had no clue about.

The heavy pickaxe pulled the belt and tilted it to one side, tapping the leg armor regularly with the pace, and the sound was reflected back and forth in the space.

"Field, I don't understand the reason why you chose this thing. Wouldn't it be better to choose a sword like everyone else? It makes you look like an old farmer who has just been forced into service by the lord from the fields."

"Vulgar opinion." The monk known as Field snorted disdainfully, "I guess you all chose it because you followed the crowd."

"But Father Green also used a sword, is there a problem?" Dominic immediately cited a typical successful case.

"That's why I said you can only imitate."

"Bang bang!" Field knocked on the metal plate on his body. For the sake of lightness, they only wore chest armor and part of the limb armor. "Think, my friend, think."

"Think about what Mr. Kraft sent us. This thing is not cheap. A dozen sets will make even the bishop heartbroken."

"Is it so that you can wear it and deal with the heretical associations in Dunling City that can't even afford leather armor like the Inquisition?"

Dominic thought of something belatedly, "You mean..."

"Yes, sooner or later there will be an opponent worthy of this set of armor. I just familiarize myself with it in advance." After weighing the reliable weight of the big guy, Brother Field was quite satisfied, "And look at Mr. Craft's two students, which one Are you playing with long pieces of iron?"

"It makes sense, but why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Because one armor-piercing pickaxe is a reasonable match, but eleven would be stupid."

"You're always the cleverest among us."

"Thank you for the compliment."

Dominic was silent for a while and decided not to discuss the topic of weapons.

Walking into the open warehouse door, there are already a lot of people busy here. Most of them are craftsmen who are accompanying the team and leading the apprentices and hired workers to count, sort, transport and place materials overnight, calculate the initial repair needs, and report the difference to the people who will go down the mountain for purchase tomorrow morning. 's team.

The mission of the monks is to take turns on duty to ensure safety.

To be honest, it is difficult to understand what the mandatory armed personnel duty requirement is to prevent, but in church schools there are more commandments that are difficult to understand the meaning of, and the penalties for violation are also very serious. Compared with this, this is very reasonable. Being cautious is never a bad habit.

Especially when the superior is more generous, it is usually easier for people to feel that what they say makes sense.

The time was gradually approaching late at night. In order to relieve their sleepiness, the two of them stood up in unison and took the initiative to walk around and look around, trying to find something to do.

As a large monastery's warehouse, it needs to store everyone's daily necessities. The scale is naturally not much smaller, but it does not require expensive arching technology to build it. It is a complex building composed of many different functional compartments. The largest area is the grain storage area, which is crowded with sealed wooden barrels used to preserve grains and earthenware pots containing beans, which are raised with bricks below to prevent moisture and rats from coming in contact.

There were air-dried and pickled meats hanging from the beams, with yellow and white salt stains oozing from the surface. They were probably pork, beef and fish.

Of course, no matter how good the storage conditions are, they cannot withstand time, and the employees are heartbroken to throw these rotten grains away in barrels.

Dominic noticed that the older professor's assistant and attendant was supervising here, making sure that the employees put some sealed small cans into the box and nailed them away.

"What is this?"

He picked up a few cans and shook them. There was a sound of friction between particles or the feel of some viscous liquid.

"Salt, condiments, spices, oil, honey and other things. The instructor ordered that they must all be destroyed and discarded, leaving nothing behind."

"Is it a bit..."

"Is it a bit too wasteful?" Unexpectedly, Kraft's right and left hands answered the question directly, "For safety reasons, even honey, which does not deteriorate, must be destroyed."

"Please continue your patrol mission. I will be responsible for watching here until it is cleared."

The other party's eyes were slightly alert, and he obviously regarded everyone as a suspicious object.

It is undeniable that Dominic realized that he did have some thoughts that made him ashamed just now, and he quickly confessed the greed that arose at that moment in his heart, and left the scene awkwardly.

Field bowed his head thoughtfully and made up for his companion's farewell etiquette.

"The leader is indeed a self-disciplined person." Dominic said ashamedly after walking out of Coop's sight, "I have to apologize to him for some prejudice."

The Knights' suspected excessive and close business dealings made him think that Kraft was a person who cared more about money, which did not conform to the traditional concept of the church keeping a sufficient distance from the secular world.

If he were in the same position, even if he did not keep the well-preserved spices and honey, he would at least choose to sell them.

"Well, that's not necessary." Field pointed to the small room with an open door at the end of the corridor, where the candlelight was bright, and two familiar backs stood in the reflected metallic luster.

Hearing the footsteps, they turned around and naturally put the account book and pen behind their backs.

Now I can see clearly that it is Kraft and Brother Raymond.

Although it was late at night, the two had not left the warehouse, but stayed in the small room at the deepest part, with a serious expression on their faces.

From the design of the door that is twice as thick as similar ones and double-locked, it is estimated that there is a special purpose here.

It was indeed the case. It seemed to be the monastery's holy room.

Most of the empty shelves had been covered with dust for a long time. Before leaving, the original owner should have taken away small precious metal holy emblems and statues that were easy to carry, as well as the holy cup and holy plate for sacrifice.

However, large utensils such as gilded multi-branch candlesticks, holy cabinets, and marble and silver altars could not be transported away in a hurry and were left behind.

If I am not mistaken, I seemed to have heard words like "pry" and "melt" just now.

"Oh, Dominic and Field, you have worked hard on the night shift. There is a midnight snack in the third room from the left. You can go and have some." Kraft smiled at them with a particularly sincere smile.

"Raymond and I are here to check if there are any suspicious inscriptions that need to be destroyed."

Although it has been pushed, it will be pushed again!

"Tianjin people never lose sanity"

"The bamboo board hits like this, let's not talk about anything else, let's talk about how much this kid Cthulhu is."

"What is the Deep One? Which one is Migo? He comes from the abyss, how terrifying, you listen to his nonsense!"

"Yellow King Hastur, there are quite a lot of believers, growing claws and tentacles, are you going to block me at the door?"

"If you let him in, I really won't hide, just go ahead with the summoning ceremony, I don't want to watch!"