Chapter 359 The Convoy
"We have been out for six days, and I don't know how the manor is doing." Field picked up the astringent tea and took a sip. The rich bitter taste made the root of the tongue and gums shrink.
This is already the third settlement to be visited. In order to find more primitive information, they chose to move away from the main traffic roads. The road conditions were getting worse and worse, and the non-stop travel and reading made people physically and mentally exhausted.
The church administrator also seemed to see that the two of them were in a tight time. After making two cups of hot tea that was supposedly refreshing, they took them to the library and stopped disturbing them. "I hope our findings are interesting enough so that Mr. Craft may not care about missing out on regular reports."
He was actually more worried about his peer health than possible afterwards.
However, the discomfort between dinner came and went quickly. During the subsequent trip, Dominic did not show any obvious physical condition and was in a very good mental state.
This makes people feel a little more relieved, otherwise Field would not let a patient run around outside no matter what, and he would tie the person back even if he tied him up.
"Yes."
Dominic responded and continued to flip through the pages. He read the words more seriously than the proposer of this trip plan. The speed was not slow, and he had already piled up several old books.
Filder always feels that the other party's efficiency comes from a certain clear purpose. Although Dominic can't explain what it is, he knows what it is.
At this speed, they should be able to finish the selected copy before nightfall today, and then decide whether to turn it back or continue to go to the next location to try their luck based on the content.
Contrary to speed, progress is not ideal at present.
It's not that there is too little relevant information. In fact, almost all personal records of earlier ages will contain some records of local primitive folk customs.
Except for most of the people who stop on the surface, there are always people who try to conduct in-depth research. Through a large number of visits, investigations and self-examination methods, considerable written records and hand-drawn drawings were left.
The more successful one even learned the technique of weaving spiral handicrafts before preaching. His craftsmanship was better than that of ordinary locals, and he could make his own straw hats and simple woven baskets.
However, he also admitted that there was a gap between his craft and the weaver who was respected by the villagers. Maybe it is due to talent, or maybe it is a special skill inherited from the family, and there are things in the other party's techniques that are difficult to explain with pure skills.
Even if you follow the production step by step, the final finished product will be completely different - even if it is sometimes more neatly crafted, it is useless. It seems that there is always a perfect template in the other person's mind guiding his fingers and fixing the branches in an invisible vortex.
After countless attempts failed, he gave up his intention to infiltrate and transform his local faith and began his mission directly.
No one deliberately concealed anything, but there seemed to be an invisible barrier, which made everything look like a reflection in the water, clearly visible, but it was just untouchable.
All in-depth narratives ultimately gave no novel conclusions. Except for the first book that suddenly interrupted when it seemed to be a little bit strange, the others either returned after a period of special enthusiasm, or because the author's lack of ability was declared over.
As for the results of the visits and investigations in the records, there are many contradictions and conflicts. Some people describe local worship and fear as flying creatures entrenched on the top of a mountain, and like to circling high in the sky to find prey; but in other places, they also believe that it is a huge land fish, sliding against smooth scales on its abdomen, swallowing people who accidentally enter the clouds, causing the fish to absorb water and eat.
In short, there are different opinions, and the common point is to combine the strange vortex pattern with various missing stories.
It is enough to compile a collection of stories to stop children from crying at night, but it is obviously unrealistic to use stories as work content. The news that "there was a pagan in the parish that had a large scope but did not know what to worship" was not eye-catching enough.
Field's view on this is mixed. The difficulty of research and the lack of reference materials show that they are entering the unfinished fields of their predecessors, and the results may be worthy of writing. The bad thing is that they may not have that much time left, and they have to return before the manor clinic is completed at the latest. Craft will definitely go to inspect in person by then, and they both must be present.
Dominic, who was sitting opposite, suddenly let out a moan, pressing his knuckles against the base of his nose, and sniffed.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, I had a headache just now. I used to be like this when my nose was stuffy...ah." Dominic wanted to shake his head, and his movements caused the pain, which made him frown again, "The weather is getting cold."
"You'd better be more careful. It's not a joke to get sick outside." Field looked at his companion who continued to study, secretly slowed down and prepared to stay for an extra day to rest.
The book he had in his hand was relatively close, and came from a supplementary ritual who had served here, but was noticed because it was a personal note.
When this auxiliary sacrifice started writing, the parish was no longer the initial difficult situation. Monks from the monastery came and went, constantly expanding their influence, and the churches in various settlements also sent suitable successors to the monastery for study.
Any belief that is not mainstream is forced into a corner and quickly fades out of sight.
His work is nothing more than assisting the priest in preparing for gatherings and sacrificial activities, occasionally cooking in the vegetable garden, receiving passers-by visitors and colleagues, and recording daily cashiers.
It may be more suitable to call it a work log and a book. Field was drowsy and hit the slap in a hurry. He just wanted to finish the replacement book as soon as possible, so that when a large amount of money that he had never seen before suddenly appeared in and out of the pen, he almost jumped over.
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It should be a day when the harvest season is approaching, the church suddenly spent three months on the stockpile of grain storage that could be used by all members.
It would not be surprising if it was just staple food. After all, it was normal for the church to help the surrounding residents during the period of the recession.
But they also took out a lot of meat, vegetables, and forage, and the only horse was borrowed.
It doesn't look like a support team, but it seems like a hasty team passing by. Not only does it need to replenish food, but it also lacks livestock to pull carts.
And the relationship between the two sides looks good. After the three months of reserves were given, the church itself was left with just enough to survive until the next time we harvest the surplus grain.
Of course, such efforts are not without reward. The other party left behind a complete set of sterling silver sacrificial vessels, including the Holy Grail, the Holy Plate, and accessories for the host to wear. This wealth far exceeds the value of the materials given.
Field stuck his reading position with his finger, turned forward a few pages, and found the year recorded. A rough calculation, it was about twenty years ago. "Huh?" "You found it?" Dominic leaned over.
"No, it's okay, it's just a little strange."
Thanks to the leader of CastlePeak_H (=Д=)