Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

"Captain, it's time for morning prayer."

"Mr. Kraft, breakfast is on the table for you. By the way, the class you missed yesterday and the teaching materials from last week."

"Captain, are you going to guide the morning exercises today?"

"Father, the night duty schedule for next week is complete, please take a look."

"Sir, this is the cost of all repair materials and labor last month. In addition, the carpenter said that Priyer didn't have enough oak. Should we buy it from somewhere else or use other wood instead? The effect may be."

"Dear Dean, the Baron would like to know if you have time to give some enlightenment on faith recently, and discuss the purchase of land mentioned earlier."

"My brother, according to past experience, it is best for us to discuss a small Wheat acquisition plan, prepare for winter as soon as possible"

"Captain, we have made a list of the damaged monastery buildings found so far. Which ones do you think should be repaired first?"

"Teacher, uh, nothing, you go ahead."

"The stonemason said that there are not enough people now, it is best to hire people from the foot of the mountain to help."

"Captain, there is another letter, your name is written, but the title is lecturer, could it be sent to the wrong place?"

"Captain, the thing I talked about before"

"Captain!"

"Captain?"

"Mr. Kraft? Breakfast seems to be cold, do you want to change it for you?"

"Thank you, no, the bread slices will be sent back to the kitchen stove to reheat, just in time for lunch." A stiff and lifeless face slowly raised and met the visitor.

Although it was very immoral, Coop still instinctively remembered the stereotyped facial features mentioned a few days ago, which are usually seen in some serious neuropsychiatric diseases. The rest of the treatment plan for that class has not been made up, I don’t know if it’s not there, or there is no time.

"Are you okay?"

"Still alive for now." Kraft swept away the documents with wet ink, lay on the table, and pushed the soup bowl in front of him.

There were a few vegetable leaves embedded in the white grease floating on the surface, like a sailboat frozen by the ice, which really made people lose their appetite.

"What's the matter?"

"Uh, it's true." Kupp wanted to give a negative answer, but he was not just visiting. "They asked me to ask if a tower should be added to the list of repairs."

"Which one? Didn't we discuss it a long time ago?" Kraft reviewed the drawings. Most of the towers attached to the main building were in good condition. He didn't remember any need for major repairs.

"No, they found a new one on the top of the mountain."

"Where did the tower come from?" As early as the second day after arriving, the surrounding area was visited. In his impression, the top of the mountain should be a flat land that had not been developed much.

"To be precise, there was a tower, but they didn't know what it was used for, so they came to ask."

"Well, take me to see it." Whether to allocate funds for the repair of the building is a major matter that requires the approval of the dean, and it is necessary to go there anyway.

Like an evil spirit imprisoned by the high walls of the monastery for twenty years, Kraft left the chair with a shaky step, floated through the corridors that were sprinkled and cleaned, and the courtyards that were weeded, and followed Kupp, who was cold behind him, to climb to the top of the mountain.

Among the bushes and weeds, I saw the thing called "tower", a...

Pool?

Near the cliff, a square depression was chiseled out in the rock foundation, and a few bricks and rotten wood were soaked in the turbid water.

It's not that I didn't notice this place when I first came up, I just thought it was a reservoir for some bathing activities that needed to be held here. There was even a drainage trough next to it to divert excess water.

"Where is the tower?" Kraft almost suspected that someone was trying to cheat him of funds.

"Sir, this is the foundation of the tower." The stonemason brought from Dunling has excellent professional skills and is not afraid of the dean's questioning.

"I thought it was a pool at first, but the stones are too regular. It takes a lot of effort to chisel it. It's not necessary to just store water, so I cleaned up the surrounding area." He pointed to the drill holes exposed after pulling away the weeds and loose soil, "These are holes for installing wooden stakes, anchors, and scaffolding. They were removed after the construction."

"Then these grooves are not used for water diversion?"

"No, they are indeed for water diversion. The stone foundation does not seep water, and it is difficult to work if too much water accumulates."

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The stonemason began to get nervous. Although he was very sure that his judgment was correct, who knew if this answer would offend someone inexplicably?

He wanted to say something else, such as admitting that he was only considering his past experience and lacked higher-level wisdom and guidance. However, the dean's attendant who had been standing by his side pressed his shoulders and shook his head gently to indicate that there was no need to say more.

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Kraft didn't let them wait too long, "Why must it be a tower?"

"The foundation is not wide, but very deep, so other buildings don't need it."

"But where did it go?" A tower is not a building block, it can be built or demolished at will.

"It's probably a problem of center of gravity. The remaining wood is very thick. It is estimated that it was originally a pillar. It can only be crushed by itself. Otherwise, such a large piece of wood will be used for other purposes after being demolished." The carpenter guessed, and did not forget to mention the building materials. "If you want to rebuild, I suggest you use oak, which is denser and not susceptible to insects."

"Okay, I understand. Thank you for your work. Go ahead and get busy. We will notify you after we discuss the reconstruction."

Kraft nodded to the craftsmen and forced out a poorly professional smile to show his recognition of the meticulous work. Coop understood and drove the crowd away.

When he returned to Kraft, the latter was walking around the foundation with his head down, the circle became larger and larger, and finally stopped at the edge of the cliff, with the valley under his feet still covered by the morning mist.

"Do you have any instructions?"

"Take someone to look down there tomorrow. Don't take too many people. Two or three will be enough."

"What are you looking for?"

"The remains of the tower, and some things and their signs. You know what I'm talking about." The professor pondered for a moment and suddenly added, "Take Yvonne with you and assign her some serious work."

The busy guardian finally remembered that he had such a student: "By the way, what is she doing recently?"

"Probably busy with homework. Sometimes she will take the initiative to help clean up the monastery, provided that the monks are willing to exchange their stories."

"That's good. I always feel that she is a little prejudiced against everyone, which is not good for future interpersonal relationships."

"You worry too much. She gets along well with everyone and has her own ideas. You can't treat her as a child." Instead of worrying about other people's mental state, Coop thinks Kraft should worry more about his own business.

"By the way, what do you want for lunch?"

"Put whatever you want on the table. I'll go right away. No, I'll eat it after I take a look."