Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

The re-operation of the monastery is bringing Priyer to the expected direction.

Large budget expenditures have been transformed into irrigation ditches, water wheels, and mills under construction, which have created orders for agricultural products and handicrafts equivalent to the sum of the past few years, as well as employment opportunities that are not enough to fill all the idle population.

Part of this money will flow to the lord in the form of taxes to fill the scarce fund pool.

And the good days are still to come. The Knights will most likely start to perform charity relief work, especially the promised monastic clinic, which will take care of social security, medical resources, and trade introduction.

The experience of the baron can be roughly described as "the Father came to me". After more than 20 years of waiting for rewards, he dreamed of the dream time when his ancestors lay down and got money, and successfully replaced the path dependence of the family's revitalization on the church.

The two people who felt out of place wandered around for a few days, and it seemed that everyone here was in a happy and fulfilling state except them.

Women and children were busy with manual work, making daily necessities including but not limited to bed straw mats, brooms, coarse cloth, and candles.

It can be said that the monastery became the economic core of this remote village in just a few weeks. The carriages scattered coins and left with full loads, while the building on the mountain, which could only be seen in a corner when the weather was good, showed no signs of being full and continued to swallow more goods.

Every time the report was submitted and the buyer chatted, a sense of busyness was revealed. As the team's activities in the monastery expanded, they found that almost everything needed to be cleaned, replaced, and rearranged. The day of getting back on track was far away, and it was probably not possible to spare any manpower to take over the work of the manor at the foot of the mountain in a short time.

There were only two things that made people feel a little comforted. First, their bland work reports were indeed submitted to Kraft, and basically only passed on by Brother Raymond or his assistant Mr. Kupp, without passing through a third person.

The second thing was probably the accessory brought by the improvement of economic status. The Knights seemed to have inherited some of the prestige left by the original church. Although not much, it was enough for the residents to regard them as some kind of neutral "authority" representatives.

Specifically, when they were strolling around the village, someone would come to them and hope that they would mediate some civil disputes as the representative of God and an objective arbitrator.

"Ah?!" Dominic's reaction at the time can be summarized by an interjection.

How could they represent God to adjudicate human affairs? Even the bishop had to weigh this term.

However, even at this point, the fledgling monks still readily agreed to the request and went back to see the two families holding sticks and in a tense atmosphere.

They spent the whole afternoon reviewing the basic geometry learned in the church school, successfully calculated the area of ​​a broken land, read and studied the worm-eaten land deed left over from more than 20 years ago, and finally persuaded both parties with the main church law and doctrine, and suggested that the party that took advantage of the situation should make appropriate labor or food compensation, and rewrite and notarize the land deed.

However, they soon realized an important law spontaneously-things will automatically gather around those who are reliable.

After the land dispute, trivial matters such as water distribution, loan problems, marital conflicts, property inheritance, stalls, and verbal conflicts came one after another, and life quickly completed a two-level reversal from being too idle to being dizzy.

But from the perspective of natural mission and expanding influence, mediation work is irresistible. Perhaps Kraft never thought that he had accidentally thrown this responsibility on the two of them.

It was not until Field accidentally remembered and learned Kraft's habit of always carrying a sword that the mediation work became simple, and everyone suddenly became more able to listen to the tolerance and peace part of the doctrine.

But the sword seemed to further increase the authority, resulting in more and more complex requests, such as now.

"So what you mean is that old John is dizzy and digging plantain on the mountain, and dug it near your ancestral grave?"

The matter sounds a bit outrageous, but Dominic has been calm.

"That's just his excuse. I think he just wants to desecrate the dead and exchange the burial objects for a few coppers to drink!" The visitor waved his strong arms, getting more and more angry. Dominic knew him. He was a stonemason in the village. He had some status, but it was obviously not to the extent that the lord was willing to deal with such a mess.

"When did it happen?"

"Five years ago."

Field, who was listening, covered his face to block the flying spit and his helpless expression.

In five years, the plantain on the grave has changed several times. I'm afraid that the Father in Heaven will have to look up the information to know what happened at that time.

But it doesn't matter. There is no experience in this situation. Just use doctrine to smooth things over. At most, you can scare old John with ghosts and retribution after death. Maybe he will repent.

Then sentence him to apologize, give him a slight punishment, and make him atone for his sins with labor compensation. The church will go to the cemetery to perform some comforting rituals, and it will be another matter that both parties are satisfied and gain reputation for free.

"The cemetery is a sacred resting place. Under the watchful eyes of God, such a crime must not be let off." Dominic obviously thought the same thing, "But no innocent person should be wrongly accused. Take us to see Old John and confront him face to face under the watchful eyes of God."

"But Old John is dead, and his son refuses to admit it." Finally finding someone willing to uphold justice, the accuser rambled on and on about the complex conflicts between the two families over the years.

Verbal insults and public accusations have developed into physical conflicts and bloodshed among the younger generations. There are so many things to deal with that the suspicion of tomb robbery is no longer the main point.

The two listeners have begun to feel a headache. Perhaps they should not get involved in this old mess.

"You must help us!" Perhaps he noticed the monk's hidden impatience, and he tried to find more reasons to make the other party pay attention. "My grandfather was a faithful believer all his life. He repaired the walls and tiles of the monastery. Before he died, he specifically told us to bury him as close to the Father as possible."

"Okay, okay." At this point, Dominic had to nod and agree, holding the hands covered with stone powder and thick calluses, and pulled him up.

"We will try our best to solve this matter for you, but time has passed and we may not be able to trace the truth back then. This is the reality. The truth that cannot be found out does not mean that we should continue to argue. Heavenly Father teaches us to forgive and cooperate, rather than to indulge in endless hatred. I believe that your grandfather, as a devout believer, will agree with this."

It took a lot of words to coax the indignant stonemason back. The two people smiled bitterly at each other and began to miss the leisurely time that had just left.

Even if they really couldn't find out, they might have to go to the old grave that had been dug for several years.

After expressing their attitude and coming back, they will probably still use the same old tricks. At least Dominic can't think of any other developments.

Thanks to the book friend "Jumping Spider Ran Chaos" for being the leader (=Д=)

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Also: I would like to recommend a similar book "Old Days Fragments" that I saw in the fantasy section

The title of the book reminds me of "Old Gods Fragments Dreams" that I read before, but it was a pity that it was discontinued later.

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