Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

"What's this?"

Dominic took the book, the old cracking leather, and the limestone dyed the cover into a dry light yellow, but it felt weird.

Like picking up a threaded shell hiding from a hermit crab.

It seems that the tanned leather paper is injected into some kind of life, and the lively things flow slowly.

The palm finger muscles are slightly spasm, and almost need to throw things out like shaking a cold and slippery liver. He tried to restrain the instinctual impulse and moved it to the table as quickly as possible.

Nevertheless, the rough movements made the book made a bad noise when contacting the table board, which seemed to be the internal page friction and the binding line.

"Pay attention!" Field trembled, and quickly slipped down the ladder to check the situation. Fortunately, there was no damage misplace visible to the naked eye.

"This thing is estimated to be older than us, or is a solitary book. You can consider putting it into the antique shop for a few years."

He gently blowing away the surface dust, put the book on the V -shaped book pillow, and opened slowly and evenly.

The rigid library is groaning in the next second, like the old mussels that have been pried open, covering something formed by some foreign bodies invading.

"Roar, I know it is this notes." Phil did not not notice the hesitation of his companion, but he regarded it as a concern for the damage to the loneness. "

When you are always back to the church under your feet or the new reclamation land, you only bring the poor luggage and a missionary of the holy classic for the first time, and write these texts with the stones, leaving the rough surface scraping on the cover. Wipe marks.

The reason for.

But this is exactly what they need, some things that are thousands of miles and more personal characteristics.

From the perspective of relatively simple or difficult conditions, this is an independent missionary, and there is no good educational background. It is just by the trend of expanding to the edge area at that time. Essence

The local newly sealed lords gave limited support, and provided a wooden house and a few bags of food seeds and the unheard of land.

He needs to learn the local dialects and work to obtain living materials. On the basis of being able to live, communicate with residents with strangers to share with other foods and help labor.

Subsequently, it was a hard -working life in the past ten years. Compared with the long time, the text records are poor during the period.

At the beginning, he often mentioned the letter taken away by the trustee, to the church, to the lord, and no longer sent it after finding no echo.

In the hard work of the agricultural tools, he occasionally took the time to write down one or two experiences about life skills.

Thanks to a small medical education he had received, he used simple herbal medicine to help deal with some diseases with a high self -healing rate, successfully obtained a certain social status, and then became a link between lords and residents with the ability of documents.

At this step, coupled with a long reputation with others, the prestige of the missionary is no longer shaken, and the residents regard it as a part of the settlement and a respectable person.

There is almost nothing he can't know, including some very delicate local "customs".

Just like the fishermen on the beach pray to the existence of dancing the wind and waves to pray for peace and fishing. Shanmin will have similar behavior. Instead, he spends some time and can't fully figure out what's going on.

There are usually several pagans encountered by the church in the past: Multi -religion, nature or ancestor worship, and shaman belief.

First of all, the situation obviously has not developed to the point where it is so high -end or the only god worship, because it has not developed to a clear deity and corresponding fields, nor does it not be symbolic.

Therefore, the author once thought that a certain kind of primitive natural worship was circulating in the local area, which can simply interpret the natural phenomenon as the rules set by Heavenly Father for the world.

However, as the communication is deeper, the guessing of natural worship has begun to stand.

Aboriginal people do not worship specific natural phenomena or things. People are in awe of the mountains and clouds, and they think they have special significance, but they do not seem to think that they exist, and never pray for shelter and benefits.

After reading the classics, he felt that he should revise his mind and treat him as a shaman -shamanism, because individual people in the village have a higher right to interpret and are considered to be able to get in touch with something that is extremely mysterious and more ethereal than the spirit.

In terms of form, they have a certain degree of similarity to Shaman, and they even make things to express their contacts.

But specifically, there is a difference from Shamanism.

Feather, fur, and corners that are not used to display animal spiritual power, and no musical instruments that imitate the sound of nature.

The only thing that can be used is probably a common, similar to totem, extremely complicated and repeated monotonous, and is manifested in what they made over and over again.

He described it as a spiral shape with a strong layered and dynamic sense.

Dominic and Philde looked at each other, and they seemed to dig out something that should not be digged.

Although some of the local characteristics of local characteristics are very normal, although the edge areas are very normal, it belongs to the default facts that everyone is unpredictable, but the pagan totem still exists widely -even if the meaning has been forgotten, it is scary enough.

This is obviously not a secret that is too deeply hidden. The parish should have known about it and deliberately downplayed the impact, which eventually led to the current result. It is similar to the hastily piled up two shovels of soil when filling garbage, as long as it is not exposed.

At that time, no missionary would be happy to see this situation. After he thought he had a preliminary understanding of the other party's belief, he prepared a draft in advance and looked for an opportunity to communicate and test.

If the pagans claimed that they could communicate with spirits and ancestors, he emphasized that the soul must enter heaven and hell to be judged after death, and there is no intermediate state.

If the pagans believe that all things have spirits, he preached that the Lord is the creator of everything, and did not leave spirituality for natural creations when creating.

No mistakes in one poem, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one forum!

All known pagan worship and coping methods are recorded in "Refuting Pagans", and the preaching process is also very smooth.

The other party listened to the sermon carefully from beginning to end, without refutation or interruption, without anger of being offended by faith, and even expressed different degrees of agreement with the doctrine. Only a small objection was raised - what you said makes sense, but it is indeed not what you described.

As for what it was like, the statements of several interviewees were vague.

In the end, he still failed to debate with paganism. After all, people cannot punch the invisible wind, and doctrine cannot attack something that does not exist.

The conversion of faith went quite smoothly, and the residents readily accepted the more systematic and beneficial doctrines.

It's just that the spiral, scroll, vortex, and shape without even a name still appear in unexpected places from time to time when it is about to be forgotten.

Like a small thorn under the skin, he cares more and more, and frequently visits the last followers of the marginalized primitive faith.

They were not well-educated people. Although they were eager to express themselves when they mentioned "that thing", it did not help to improve the communication barriers caused by poor language logic and some dialect-made words. The missionaries could not construct a specific impression from it.

The fragmentary records only brought confusion. Perhaps on a very humid day, he used heavily smudged strokes on the damp paper to try to summarize his long-term thinking.

The tip of the pen stayed in one place for a long time, and the diffused thoughts and ink formed dark patches.

Then, the uncontrollable confusion was projected on the paper, turning into explosive messy lines, without direction and consciousness, like a lost person shrouded in thick fog, collapsing and running wildly, crossing out "clouds", smearing "sky" and "missing".

But it seemed that there was some force pulling the tip of the pen, making the lines entangled and looping with each other, forming a dense ball of threads.

In the deepest black gap, Dominic read an incompatible word:

"Scales?"

The consciousness automatically took a step towards a direction that did not exist at all.

I've been a bit tired recently (◎_◎;), my time is very fragmented, and I expect to be even busier in the future.

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