Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

The nightmare scene swept in reality, the dark ocean connected the sky and the earth, the carriage was bumping in it, and was thrown into the unknown by the panic of huge waves.

My mind was blank, the exclamations of my companions, the painful neighs of the horses being tightened, and the cracking and trembling of the leather straps were all dispersed by the thunder aftermath that followed.

In the chaos, the only lighting was lost, and the sense of material existence after losing vision was reduced to the minimum.

The world seemed particularly unreal at a certain moment, and there was only something lighter than the air flow, which could not even hold up the fallen leaves. Only pure spirit and consciousness floated and drifted, losing the perception of distance and time.

At this most inappropriate time, the sense of enlightenment came again, as if it was close at hand.

The feeling of being close and distant even made people ignore the dangerous situation they were in, and instinctively paid attention to it.

Like a drowning person wrapped in hypothermia and suffocation in a cold current, he found a ray of light above his head, so he swam with all his strength and beat the thin layer of ice between himself and the air.

However, the thin, translucent barrier in the intuition was incredibly tough, more desperate than the thick walls of the fortress, and no matter how hard the consciousness tried, it could not be shaken.

It was at this moment, at the closest and farthest distance, that he "saw" it again.

It was right opposite, so close that it was almost touching the soft beard on the tip of the nose and the lips. Even so, it was still vague and unreal, and could not form a specific impression that would be preserved for a long time.

It was a perfect and perfect maxim, a dreamy light and shadow that changed constantly, everything and nothing.

It was like inspiration itself without any impurities. At a glance, I felt that the long-troubled questions were answered, and new questions were born in the answers. I couldn't help but look at it for further enlightenment.

It bloomed like a bud, layer by layer, each layer was more colorful and mysterious than the other, but it was not the final appearance.

The old scholar who taught them the obscure course, who devoted his life to research but was still not satisfied, once described the wisdom of the Father to them: endless and inexhaustible, even if one chooses one and spends a hundred lifetimes, one can only approach infinitely, but cannot reach the truth itself, which belongs only to the Supreme.

But that should be an objective and constant existence, like the rules of the movement of celestial bodies and the alternation of seasons.

Rather than like now, some kind of... living thing, responding to the consciousness that perceives it with a meaningful gaze.

Severe pain came from the edge of consciousness, and the world regained its sense of reality in another flash between the clouds, pulling consciousness back to the carriage.

Dominic found himself soaring into the air, and the broad and solid shadows of the trees quickly enlarged and occupied the entire field of vision in the blink of an eye.

Before he fell into a faint of peace of mind, Dominic had one last thought:

"Damn Field, I hope he won't get the Knights' subsidy next month."

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"So, my brother, you are saying: two prospective knights, on the way back from buying groceries, overturned their car on a mountain road that was at least two cars wide, and not only did they get themselves into this state?"

Lifting the boiling kettle, Kraft threw a few pinches of dried marigolds and mint leaves into it, thought for a while, took out a sealed small jar from the cabinet, scooped two large spoons of golden sticky sweet liquid and added it to mix well.

After the prepared tea cooled slightly, it was poured into a cup filled with fresh willow bark and pushed to the two people with bruises and purples on their bodies.

"Drink some, a friend gave it to me, saying it is good for external injuries, I added some willow bark myself, which may have a little pain-relieving effect."

Field glanced at Dominic guiltily, but didn't dare to reach out for the cup first.

As the driver, he was slightly injured because he avoided the situation in time. He was able to help his companion, who had a leg in a splint, to report to the temporary office and living room of the leader.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Kraft. It's my fault too. I should have found a more experienced driver, but they were busy cleaning the stables at the time." Dominic touched his nose, which was still aching. For the sake of their years of schoolmates, he didn't push all the responsibility away.

"It won't happen again. As for this time, we hope to deduct this year's subsidy and make up for the loss through labor."

Although the superior's attitude was quite gentle and he didn't mention it, admitting mistakes and bearing the consequences is the basic character of a qualified servant of the Father.

The scene that night was as embarrassing as it could be. Even the leg injury was handled by Kraft who was just about to fall asleep.

"Alas... Actually, it's nothing. It's just that there are fewer dishes for dinner these days." Looking at the two people who were hit hard physically and mentally, Kraft was embarrassed to say more.

Even if there is a symbolic punishment, such as the common compulsory labor within the church, it is not suitable for the time being.

"Accidents happen all the time, don't blame yourself too much. Heavenly Father teaches us to forgive the mistakes of others, and when necessary, we should also forgive ourselves."

He lay sideways in the high-backed chair of the former abbot, and glanced behind the curtain covering the other half of the room.

"I didn't ask you to come here to hold you accountable, but just want to understand what happened and make up for the safety hazards. After all, we will have to walk this road many times in the future, right?" Kraft put on his habitual chat posture to make the atmosphere more peaceful.

The steaming, sweet and bitter drink further relaxed the two.

It was not the first day they met Kraft, and the invisible embarrassment gradually melted.

"In fact, what I told you before is basically all. At that time, there were many clouds and the sky was very dark. The horses were frightened, and we lacked sufficient driving experience." Field finally dared to speak, but he didn't quite understand what else he needed to know.

The road section where the incident occurred and the general route was briefly discussed that night, and the cause and effect were clear. Two inexperienced novices happened to encounter an unexpected situation, and it was natural for the car to overturn.

Kraft nodded and looked at the other client, "Dominique, I want to hear your perspective. You were behind the car at the time, weren't you? You don't have to control the horse, you have more time, and jumping out of the car is not a problem at all. Why do you do it?" Like this?”

"I was...just thinking about something." Dominic explained, feeling slightly dazed when mentioning that memory.

The pause in the sentence was not deliberate, as if he suddenly thought of some forgotten little thing, failed to grasp the clue, and then threw it behind him.

Kraft filled his half-empty glass, "What's the matter?"

Field noticed his friend's hesitation and proactively reminded him: "That poem?"

"Poetry?" Dominic took a sip of warm tea and fell into thought, "Probably yes, probably..."

"Probably?" Kraft expressed interest in the strange focus.

"Maybe it's because of that poem. You may not believe it. I seem to have suddenly read an angle of interpretation that I never thought of before."

His thoughts became slightly clearer after mentioning the points, but they were still intermittent, and he was slightly suspected of having a concussion. "I can't remember the specifics. Is this important?"

"It's okay, I'm just curious. What poem made you so focused? You can share it with me when you remember it." Kraft comforted, "You can go back first. There will be no need for patrols and vigils during this period. We will arrange other things." There won’t be much moving around for you.”

"If you feel something is 'off', remember to communicate it in time. After all, I am also the mentor of the Knights."

The two left confused.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but I seemed to hear the subtle suppressed laughter in the room.

After looking at the closed door in silence for a long time, Kraft turned around and said, "Raymond, what do you think?"

"You are a little too pampered towards them. If a young monk does something like this in the church, he should be beaten at least." The middle-aged monk with dissatisfaction on his face opened the curtain and appeared, quite disagreeing with Kraft. This kind of "unruly" behavior.

It is precisely with a strict reward and punishment system that discipline can be maintained within the church.

"That's why I won't let you join us." Kraft shook his head, took out an empty cup and poured honey tea for him, "Don't put too much pressure on people in this kind of conversation, otherwise you won't be able to ask anything. "

"Do you think there's a problem?"

"As I said, not necessarily. We can only be wary of everything now. Our horses are provided by the Xiguo family and are very reliable. I have tried it myself and there will be no problems even in thunderstorms." In memory, Puri Baron Yell mentioned the frequent accidents on the mountain, "This is a bit strange."

"Transfer them to the manor at the foot of the mountain first, stay away from here, and observe closely."

Recommend a book written by a group of friends, "Wizard of the Star Sea: Beginning with the Ceremony of Refining the Truth"

I feel nostalgic for the time when the wizard genre was still popular. I feel that the few books I have read are quite classic. The dark and twisted atmosphere is quite attractive.