Chapter 217 Selective Materialism
The sound allowed the swordsman who had lost his target to find his direction again.
The response was quick, sharp and quiet. From the moment he heard the first syllable blurted out, he started to move, switching from standing still with his sword hanging to moving.
Using the voice to cover up the friction noise caused by long strides to close the distance, the secret air-piercing wheezing and trembling words are integrated into one. When thrusting out, the angle is slightly lowered, aiming at the chest to increase the hit rate.
Before he finished speaking, the sword edge was already close to him.
Kraft almost thought that the opponent could see in pure darkness, but according to observations, the swordsman's actions were indeed based on limited non-visual judgment, sensitively detecting information and guidance in the air, and then quickly attacked.
The move is extremely flexible and entangled, as if it has broken away from the hard nature of metal. It swims with an extremely cold posture like a living snake hunting, and bites the target.
"I think there is some misunderstanding here that makes you have a wrong view of a harmless scholar." Kraft, like a performer shaking a red cloth to attract a bull, stepped aside the moment before the blade was attached to him, letting him pass. Hitting the wall with momentum.
This caused the weapon to get stuck in the wall pile made of bones and stones, making a grinding and grinding sound that was heartbreaking.
The pile of bones became loose, and the skulls from high places fell and rolled far away on the ground, confusing the source of the sound.
And that voice that was so calm and frustrating sounded in my ears, "Monk, or should I call him priest? Sorry, I don't know what to call him. After all, as an ordinary person, he still lacks understanding of the Tribunal."
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The swordsman tried to free the weapon from its stuck position, but a force twisted his wrist and forced him to release the hilt.
He did not choose to fight, and stretched his left hand to his waist. Kraft immediately judged the meaning of this action and originally wanted to give him a blow on the waist. Considering that there was no condition to deal with massive abdominal organ bleeding at this stage, he pressed the sword hilt against his armpit.
The numbness in his pillow arm, as if he had woken up from a long sleep, interrupted his counterattack, and the dagger fell from his hand. While his opponent was completely stunned, the "harmless scholar" pulled the lantern with a movable structure from his other waist, took a few steps back and opened the metal loose leaf.
The Rays returned to the melee.
"Look, we can talk in the light." Kraft stepped away from the sword that was stuck in the bone, and generously sheathed the weapon.
Kupu and the man in armor were wary of each other and stepped back, each standing on one side. Their vision went dark and then brightened, their battle ended before it even started, and only rich sound effects were heard.
The astonishingly skilled swordsman, who was also the leader of the church team in priest attire that he saw on the day he first arrived, stared at Kraft in confusion, slowly approached the wall, and drew his sword with both hands.
"This is not like a professor."
"Are all the priests in Dunling like this?"
A strange silence blocked further communication, but the previous confrontation gave the people in the Tribunal a clear understanding of the current situation, and force would not bring any improvement to the situation.
If this professor suddenly comes up with some bold idea, in a hellish place where Heavenly Father is too far away and hell is too close, there is no telling whether they will go to medical school next time walking, lying down, or in batches. So it's better to choose the civilized way, temporarily.
"There are also angels holding swords under the throne of Heavenly Father, because principles and righteousness cannot ward off evil spirits." From the blade of the sword to the handguards of the wings, he was not surprised to be recognized. After all, he had never thought of hiding the iconic item since he took it. But the embarrassing thing is that no substantial doubts were found, and it was countered again.
Neither reason nor momentum has prevailed. The other party is still a respectable person. He is currently behaving appropriately, but it is a headache. "A professor at a medical school, does he need to use a sword to treat diseases? Or are there patients you need?"
"Oh, it's not necessary when treating diseases, but sometimes we encounter people who have different views on diagnosis and treatment, and professionalism alone cannot convince them." Like most scholars in the academy, this professor also maintained That kind of superficial courtesy.
Considering that the two sides had just had a heated exchange, this kind of self-cultivation can be considered among the best in the university.
There was even a friendly and humorous smile, but the slight inconsistency made people think that it was a habitual chitin mask formed by years of education and knowledge. The crisp exterior of a snail or cocoon conceals the reality of the shrinking flow inside. Thoughts, emotions, or something more secret.
The experience of the Inauguration Tribunal gave me such an intuitive feeling. I did not find any comparison with anyone who tried to hide secrets, but I could feel the specialness based on some kind of a priori knowledge. It seemed that some very reasonable pain had been suppressed, and he was sure that his proud swordsmanship had not caused even a trace of damage.
"So. Monk, priest, or your Excellency the Inquisitor?"
As he asked in a gentle and even tone, he found that his consciousness actually drifted away for a moment. With the professor's level, it was enough for him to walk back and forth in front of the gate of heaven.
But those slender hands were still folded in front of him, as non-threatening as his expression.
"If you must call me Father Green, you can call me Father Green." At this time, continuing to hold the weapon will inevitably show timidity. The man who calls himself a priest puts the chipped sword back into the scabbard, recalling the strange impression of that moment, but It is as fleeting as the strange imagination caused by the jumping flame image at a certain moment, and as unmemorable as the dissipated inspiration.
"You haven't answered my second question yet, why are you here?"
"I came to investigate the number of people who died from tuberculosis in the local area. This will give me a better understanding of the workload ahead." Kraft touched his empty pocket and confirmed that he had indeed not brought anything with him. He felt confident, "What can I do? Nothing has been touched. There is no rule that only mourners can come to the cemetery, right?”
"Is this your reason?" The priest felt that he had to ask some questions, otherwise today would become a huge stain in his life.
"As the head of the Tuberculosis and Rare Disease Medical Society established by the Duke, I believe no one should raise questions about this. You can write to Rivers University or even Westminster to verify and inquire - if you really have the ability to directly If you contact the latter.”
Come on, there’s nothing more to ask. You don’t need to listen to the part from the Duke onwards. If you can talk about a person with such backstage endorsement, even if you are caught dissecting something in the laboratory, it will not be an ordinary trouble to deal with. What’s more, Besides, there is no real evidence.
But the good thing is that you don't have to worry about accidentally stumbling upon some secret and being risked to silence them, because it's completely unnecessary for this kind of person.
Green figured this out and found that he was in an awkward position. There was no reason to ask further, and it was difficult to accept taking a step back and letting it go.
The professor, who seemed to have a strong desire to communicate, took the initiative to provoke the topic: "If it's convenient, I still want to ask, how did a law-abiding doctor like me get you interested?"
"In recent days, we have heard some rumors in Xincheng." When talking about the context, the more Green thought about it, the more he felt that his deduction was correct, "There are people who claim to be able to cure diseases through touch, and they spread in a short time. ”
"It is indeed an exaggeration. I can only improve some of the symptoms of tuberculosis, but is there any problem with that?" Kraft felt that he was quite innocent. Before this, there were rumors that the king's touch could cure tuberculosis.
"We oppose all blatant promotion of unnatural forces."
"Huh?" It's normal for anyone to say this, but here, it's a bit confusing.
Seeing that Kraft didn't believe it, he reiterated it with confidence: "We are opposed to any behavior that blatantly promotes unnatural power. There is and is only the Lord who has abilities beyond the world. All truly extraordinary abilities come from the Lord, and the Lord The gift is definitely not for mortals to display and show off. This is to teach people to believe in miracles rather than principles.”
"Therefore, public promotion of existing and accessible unnatural powers must be refuted by doctrine; public promotion of unnatural powers also gathers a large number of people and expands the influence rapidly in a short period of time." This is already obvious.
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It's hard not to admit that there is some truth in what he said. From a spectator's perspective, it is very persuasive.
"We did an investigation and heard that you brought a transparent liquid that 'makes people temporarily lose all sense' to communicate with the spirit, and it comes from 'refining'." He paused and looked at Kraft, his pupils filled with laughter. The reflected lights flickered sharply, trying to find any emotional expression that could be analyzed.
Hearing this, the professor, who had been calm all this time, frowned and then relaxed.
"And this is very similar to something you were concerned about before?"
I'll be back after the exam! |ω｀)
By the way, I would like to recommend this book "Shadow of Great Britain". I found it at NGA and found it very interesting.
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