Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

"If it is true that Heavenly Father has punished him by killing him in the wild and leaving his body intact, isn't that enough?" Dominic asked rhetorically.

The other party is probably no longer struggling with the past, but wants to fundamentally distinguish right from wrong for the conflicts between the two families for many years, but they cannot accept one side of the story without evidence.

In order to enter the reconciliation stage as soon as possible, he simply grasped this point and prepared to finalize the matter.

"After death, the Heavenly Father will decide the destination of his soul. It is an absolutely fair judgment. After all, the living cannot have all-knowing and all-seeing opinions. Prejudicing past events that we have not witnessed with our own eyes will lead us to commit the sin of arrogance."

We can't handle this anymore. I suggest you stop here, otherwise you will offend the authority of Heavenly Father.

As expected, the mason hesitated. Although Heavenly Father's will is illusory, if you disrespect Him clearly in front of the monks, you will definitely not have a good life in the future.

Dominic struck while the iron was hot: "If you still have doubts, you can invite Old John's son to come with you and see if he dares to swear in front of Heavenly Father that his father did not dig up other people's graves. If he tells a lie, he will be punished after death. "

"What if there actually is, but he doesn't know about it?"

"That means he was not involved in the crimes of his fathers. You should clear up the misunderstanding and rebuild the relationship. Being neighbors, having one more friend and one less enemy are two good things."

"ah?"

The mason had a vague feeling that something was wrong. He could argue both pros and cons, but he had no way to refute it.

"You can go back and think about it first. It's better to resolve grudges than to end them." Dominic said sincerely. He really felt that there was no better solution.

"We are still here to pray for the dead and appease the disturbed souls. You can go home first and think clearly whether this is the truth. Heavenly Father's door will always be open to those who are tolerant."

"Ah, thank you, Father, I'll go back and think about it." The mason nodded in understanding.

"Hey, I'm not..." Dominic wanted to correct the issue of address, but thinking that the other party probably didn't understand the differences in positions within the church, the words rolled around his mouth and he had no choice but to swallow them.

Anyway, for ordinary people, those who help with mediation are all "priests", so what's the difference?

Seeing the other person preparing to leave, he suddenly realized that he had made a small mistake in rushing to send the person away.

This mountainous area has many twists and turns, and without anyone to guide them, they will probably have to work hard to get back. But the words had been spoken, and it would look very incompetent to leave others behind now, so I had to change my words.

"Speaking of which, I just mentioned that Old John's body was dragged away by wild animals, so it was not found?"

I hope the other party understands the hint - the mountain is dangerous and it's best to stay and wait for the two monks to finish praying and go back together.

"Yes, that guy went up the mountain one day and didn't come home. When he went the next day, he only found the things he had left behind, and there was nothing in the valley below."

Dominic began to sweat from behind, "What kind of beast is there on this mountain?"

It doesn't sound like a small animal, at least it has to be a pack of wolves, or a large beast, to be able to die overnight, right?

Between the two of them, even if they are armed, they may not be able to handle it.

But the mason didn't look scared, and he didn't even think about it at all, as if he hadn't considered being attacked at all.

"It's not clear, maybe it's a wolf?" The answer was full of uncertainty, and "maybe" was not very safe, "I haven't seen it either."

"Who said that?"

"Well, everyone says so, there should be some." Holding his hair covered in stone powder, the mason tried to recall where this common sense came from, "Otherwise, where did those people who couldn't find it go?"

For the safety of his life, Dominic thought it would be better to ask a few more questions, "Has anyone seen it?"

"At least we haven't in recent years. The ones that occasionally come to kill livestock are small things like wild cats and foxes."

Perhaps seeing the monk's worry, he added: "Perhaps it is the blessing of Heavenly Father. Since I was a child, I have almost never heard of wild beasts attacking living people. Even if there are wild boars and lynxes, His Excellency the Baron can summon a few hunters." That’s enough to handle.”

"Don't worry too much. We've been to this mountain quite a lot, and we've never seen anything bigger than a wild cat."

"Oh, of course not, we have this." Dominic felt relieved a little and picked up the sword hanging on his belt. Although he had never seen blood, if a bobcat or fox really dared to come up to him, it would be Add something to your dinner.

Watching the mason walk away and disappear at the other end of the bend, Dominic did not move for a long time. In fact, there is one final worry that remains unspoken.

Is it possible that none of the people he encountered came back?

"What are you thinking about?" Field came from behind and patted him on the shoulder.

"I'm thinking about which prayer is more appropriate to recite later." Dominic shook the palms on his shoulders and asked, "You have been shopping for so long, have you discovered anything?"

This was a purely casual question, and I didn't expect to get any answer. The probability of an angel appearing on the spot and giving a revelation was higher than the possibility of them restoring the truth on their own.

"It really is." Field raised the armor-piercing pickaxe in his hand. There were some mud spots on it. It was obvious that it had performed some non-professional function. "The soil here may have been turned over."

"Whose grave did you dig up?!"

"No, no, of course not." Field denied quickly. He just wanted to find some symbolic evidence to convince the stonemason, but he had no intention of offending all the descendants of the deceased here.

"I deliberately didn't dig around the tomb. When I dug around other places, I found that the soil layer underneath was wrong and I couldn't see much. However, the colors of the dark and shallow layers were mixed. Some places were loose and some were denser, which was consistent with being dug up. The performance of re-covering with soil.”

Dominic looked even more suspicious: "Why do you know this kind of thing?"

"Well, not to mention that Father Green was promoted quickly. I considered going to the Tribunal to find a way out and learned about their main work from acquaintances." The result can only be said to be disillusionment. The new employee worked three night shifts a week. Squatting in the cemetery looks more like a tomb robber than a tomb robber.

"This is what I learned at the time. I took a rough look, but I'm not sure it's correct. According to their standards, in the few places I randomly selected on the top of the mountain, only one or two spots of soil have not been plowed."

"Even if someone robs the tomb, they won't be able to plow the entire top of the mountain, right?" Dominic was amused by the conclusion as he imagined the tomb robber dragging a rake back and forth to loosen the soil on the top of the mountain.

"Forget it, let's finish our work and go down the mountain early. I hope I don't have to eat cold bread when I go back. Ouch!"

Field screamed in pain, clutching his feet and jumping up. Dominic was frightened and quickly picked the dry grass with his scabbard, looking for traces of the venomous snake.

Fortunately, it was just a thick tree stump with uneven cross-sections, with exposed roots stuck in the ground, and was kicked by someone who didn't look at the road.

There were no outsiders present, so Field didn't need to pay attention to his image. "Don't let me catch who it is! You don't want the trees at the bottom of the mountain, but you want to cut down the ones next to the grave. Why do you want to leave so many tree stumps?"

Dominic listened to him howling for a long time without responding.

The feeling that hasn't gone away these days has come up again, and something is ready to come out somewhere in my heart.

Old graves, plowed soil, and jagged cross-sections of tree stumps are like the inspiration in words, hinting at something slightly off the ground, ready to be called out by the mouth, but out of reach in the horizon.

"I want to ask that old John's kid privately first in case he really knows something, so that we can be prepared and not make the scene too ugly." He explained for his curiosity.

I would like to recommend my favorite Cthulhu-style short story "The 33% Tree" that I have read recently, which can be seen in the "Tapir in the Little Black Room_mo" column on station b.

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The materials and ideas are very novel, and the story structure may have some minor deficiencies in professional knowledge, but fortunately I am not a relevant professional, so I can't tell (great joy).