Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

"Come, try this. I picked the tenderest ones. It's guaranteed to be delicious." The old priest brought the clay pot wrapped in a wet cloth to the table and added a large bowl of hot soup to each of the two guests. "How is it? Did you find what you want?"

"Thank you for your help. These documents are of great significance and will help the monastery understand this land." Dominic scooped up the peas at the bottom of the soup bowl, stuffed the spoon into his mouth, and chewed mechanically.

The beans just picked during the day were crisp, tender, and sweet. Just a little salt was enough to make them excellent, but he really had no appetite.

The spoon stirred in the soup and knocked against the edge of the bowl. The foam swirled and gathered in the middle, condensing into a shape that easily evoked associations.

The unexpected dizziness came over him, making him feel nauseous and retching, as if it was not the pea soup that was stirred, but the soft tissue in his head that was aching.

"Young man, you don't look well." The priest helped Dominic's upper body up in time to prevent him from falling into the bowl. "If you are not in a hurry, it is best to rest for a few days before going.

"You can't be careless when walking on the mountain road. Monte left us prematurely because of this incident. I had only been here for a few years at that time.

"The whole village spontaneously went up the mountain to search for a few days, but unfortunately they didn't even find the body."

The priest touched Dominic's palms and forehead. They were terribly cold, with sweat oozing out, and his skin was as wet and cold as an eel fished out of ice water.

It was a very bad sign. Most of the patients who had similar performance in the past were seriously injured and in the terminal stage of serious illness. Their lives were lost with the temperature in their bodies, and prayers and medicines could not save them.

However, when looking at the young monk, he did not see the indifferent expression of consciousness fading away. On the contrary, his eyes were unusually bright.

When you peek into the owner's thoughts through them, it's like seeing a brilliant fire through a glass window.

That was not a candle, but the pillar beams of the building that were burning.

The owner of the consciousness and body seemed to be completely unaware of his situation and was trying to reach the water cup close at hand for the second time.

Field did his best in time, put the edge of the cup to his mouth and fed him two sips of warm water.

"Don't..."

Before the priest finished his words of dissuasion, Dominic choked and coughed violently, using facts to prove the danger of feeding patients with motor coordination disorders at will.

"Sorry, sorry!" Field apologized hurriedly, not knowing whether he was to his companions and the priest, or to the leader of a knight order who had repeatedly emphasized the relevant first aid knowledge.

However, this choking cough seemed to activate the body's regulating instinct, and the soaring breathing and heart rate made his face quickly ruddy, no longer like a wet and cold ghost emerging from a rainstorm.

"I think we should return to the monastery as soon as possible, where there are the best medical conditions and first-class doctors." The companion's good fortune made people feel relieved, but Field, who had calmed down, immediately thought of more.

In case of an emergency, there is not much difference between being in this mountain village church and being in the wild, and neither of them has the ability to handle it.

We should take advantage of the stabilization of the condition and transfer the person to a place where further treatment can be given.

"Ignore the report, borrow a donkey cart tonight and leave at dawn." Although there is no direct evidence, it can be felt that there is a tendency that is becoming more and more obvious after they make one or several wrong choices.

No matter how slow they are, they can't turn a deaf ear to all this and explain it as pure coincidence.

The monastery is the best shelter at this moment, both for the body and the spirit.

"No."

Field's wrist tightened, and he looked down and found that Dominic had grabbed him.

"Go to the next destination, I feel we are almost there, almost there."

"What did you find?"

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"We found two pieces of broken stone, a few pieces of scrap copper and iron, a piece of pottery shard of a water jug, and half a basket of shrimps and crabs, but it's a pity that we can't eat them."

Kupp rolled up his trouser legs and stood in the cold and clear mountain stream.

Unexpectedly, there is a stream in the valley under the cliff. His skill of finding things in the water came in handy. He easily caught a lot of slow-moving crustaceans that had not been disturbed by humans for a long time. They looked quite suitable for making soup.

Unfortunately, this was in a place suspected of being "affected". He dipped the basket back into the water, and the small creatures favored by the miracle of life fled in all directions.

There were only a few small things suspected to be man-made in the basket, waiting to be taken back to the craftsman for identification.

There was not much progress on Yvonne's side. Only two large pieces of stone with traces of artificial splitting were found on the shore. Perhaps they rolled down the rock wall and were peeled off a layer of stone skin, with pits and bumps, and were destroyed beyond recognition.

The wreckage can prove that there are indeed damaged man-made buildings, but it is far from enough to put together a tower.

Perhaps the direction of the building collapse was not on the cliff side, so the part that fell was less.

But no cleared waste was seen on the top of the mountain and inside and outside the monastery. Only an empty foundation was left for people to imagine.

Yvonne turned the stone over several times and found nothing special. Then he jumped on it and sat down to rest. He asked the monks to tell him a new story.

Who would refuse such a request?

Besides, telling some biblical stories is a professional habit of monks. They are happy to repeat the miracles and holy signs that have been recited countless times to anyone.

Most of these stories are outdated and preachy. They tell how saints are doubted and heal diseases in front of everyone.

"A man came with a lame man. Saint Paul looked at him and touched his lesion. Seeing that he had faith to be healed, he said in a loud voice, 'Get up and stand on your feet.' The man jumped up and walked without any hindrance."

Kup hid his face behind the basket and laughed in secret.

He had seen many lame people, most of which were caused by improper resetting after fracture, resulting in various abnormalities after healing. You can even feel abnormal folds and enlarged bone calluses through the skin.

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St. Paul said a word, and the wrong bone had to be broken and connected again.

When he thought of the scene where the Heavenly Father hit the lame man's broken leg with an orthopedic hammer, he couldn't hold it anymore, but there were too many monks present, and laughing too obviously would easily damage the relationship between colleagues, so he could only lower his head and pretend to look in the water.

But Yvonne was not desensitized to this kind of plot, and even after listening to it, she could draw inferences and make analogies.

"My mentor can do it too."

She saw with her own eyes how Kraft made a child's immobilized arm flexible again just by "touching" the elbow joint.

The monks laughed in good faith. No one would feel that the child's opinion offended the Heavenly Father.

However, they still had to correct this wrong view: "Yes, Mr. Kraft is a good doctor, and the church has heard of it, but the power of mortals cannot compare with that of the Heavenly Father."

"The power of the Lord can cure all diseases, restore the sight of the blind, make the tongue-tied speak, drive away the high fever of acute patients, revive the dead who have lost their lives, and even calm the plague on the earth."

This is indeed true, and others have the scriptures to prove it. Yvonne opened her mouth but couldn't say anything to refute.

Kupp continued to search in the water, regretting that he didn't go to the manor and call the two monks stationed there to save time.

The cold stream water made his calves numb and painful. It was estimated that he was going to cramp. Even he, a northerner, couldn't stand it. He found a stone above the water and sat on it, lifting his legs out of the water to drain.

However, he seemed to have overestimated the stability of the temporary seat. The unstable stone tilted the man to one side and rolled into the stream, almost crushing his left leg. If it had been a few inches off, he would have been sent back to the monastery to wait for the miracle.

The silt under the stone was washed away by the water, and several pieces of light yellow objects that were originally pressed floated up and floated to his face.

"What is this?" Kupp picked up one of the unknown objects. The weight was a bit counterintuitive. It was neither stone nor wood. Some of the surfaces were smooth, and some were rough and thorny, as if they were broken from somewhere.

Turning the object to the rough side, he found that the roughness was caused by the porous and loose sponge-like structure.

It looked like a piece of broken bone, but it was much lighter than the bones he had touched before, and even lighter than the remains that had been eaten by insects and rats for many years in the Dunling cemetery.

Kraft had mentioned that bird bones were lighter than ordinary animals, but with this shape and size, he could not think of any bird that looked like this.

And I don’t know if it’s the sequelae of learning too much anatomy recently, but I always feel that it looks a bit familiar.

He stood up and shivered as he walked to the muddy puddle left by the rolling stone. There were still many similar things in it. Small pieces were merging with the mud and sand, drifting down from the legs, leaving a fine and light sharp feeling when rubbing against the skin.

"Come here." Kupu waved to the shore and added, "Hurry up, throw a sieve over first."

Unknowingly, it was New Year's Eve. The endless snake in the dark night would like to wish you all infinite wisdom and abundant inspiration in the Year of the Snake! Of course, the most important thing is good health!

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