It was already the next morning when Kraft saw Green.
The latter was sitting on a coffin, leaning against a small bonfire, with his sticky hair dripping and white steam rising from the folds of his clothes.
The water mop-like shape is half reassuring. At least he could sit on the coffin instead of lying in it.
It could be seen that there was an emergency situation last night. The situation deteriorated to the point where it could not get worse in a short period of time, resulting in the people who were supposed to be in charge of the camp having to go out in person.
And the most important thing is that he not only has the courage to go out, but also has the ability to come back. This is rare, valuable and gratifying.
After all, not all church members are willing to be accommodating. If this bond is lost, cooperation that is limited to verbal agreement is equivalent to a complete breakdown.
Not seeing the deceased, and the priest didn't seem like the kind of person who would sit on his companion's coffin, Kraft calmed down and stepped forward to say hello.
As soon as he got closer, Green, who was in a drowsy state, quickly put his hand on the hilt of his sword and turned to look.
His mental state was not commensurate with his excessive sensitivity and vigilance. He first subconsciously came to a safe conclusion and relaxed his fingers. It took a few seconds to identify the identity of the person.
"Ah, Professor." Father Green took a deep breath, awakened himself from the state of chaos, and reached out to stop the professor from finding a position on the coffin board. "You came later than you thought."
"Then can you imagine that I set out at dinner time last night? Not everyone can dare to try again after being ambushed on a rainy night."
"Attack?" This keyword effectively stimulated the nerves, and Green's eyes became sharp.
"Pagans, I suspect we have been noticed a long time ago. Most of them remain forever, but your people have also suffered losses." Speaking of the monks who passed away last night, Kraft expressed deep regret, "Please have your condolences. ”
Green didn't appear particularly excited, or his reaction was contained in a brief suffocation, and he seemed a little slow to this shocking news.
"The Heavenly Father will accept their souls and ascend to the blessed kingdom." Turning the hilt of the sword with his fingers, the weak flames reflected an oxidized fuzzy yellowish glow through the wing guards, and his eyesight unconsciously turned with the light spot until it disappeared Shadows cast by piles of broken pottery.
"They just go there first and wait for us to complete our obligations before we get together."
He stared blankly at the complex shadow that swallowed up the faint spot of light, and suddenly added, "The church is responsible for taking care of what they have left in the world, their reputation, property, and family."
The professor wisely did not disturb him and allowed Green to immerse himself in this state, as if praying or persuading himself.
The lingering fear, grief, aimless fear and resentment in my heart take turns to appear in the changes in my expression, ready to come out. But with the smooth prayers that seemed to be engraved on the tongue, they were gradually smoothed away from the face.
In this way, he seemed to have found some kind of fulcrum again, or got a temporary anesthesia. A few minutes later, the tired but calm priest returned.
"Tell me about the attacks you encountered."
"It's hard to describe in one word." How can one describe this, the pagan who met Lanami Flying Blade on the way?
"Unlike a trained person, most of them would be easy to solve, but the bad part is that one of them is performing some kind of, uh... 'pagan evil trick', something that doesn't quite make sense."< br>
Kraft found a term that he thought might be more suitable for communication and observed the other party's attitude.
At this point, what will happen next will inevitably involve deeper issues, and the attitudes displayed by different people towards cognitive subversion often cannot be inferred from ordinary impressions. They range from collapse on the spot, to an explosion of despair, morbid craving, etc., which is difficult to predict.
"Abnormalities, or abnormal phenomena? I think what you are talking about is this, a special word used to describe things that cannot be explained clearly, such as..." Green stopped mid-sentence, because he I found someone looking at me with a look of surprise, as if I was looking at something strange.
"Why, do I look like the kind of person who has only touched scriptures in his life? The collection of books in a church may not be smaller than that in a university. Understanding the will of the Lord requires a wider range of knowledge than ordinary erudition." Realizing that he had been trapped in a stereotype Impression, he relentlessly pointed out the fallacy of this view.
Clergy who have reached this position have basically received education in the three subjects of grammar, logic, and rhetoric. Those who can further take elective courses such as arithmetic, geometry, astronomy, church music, etc., also have universities with profound influence from major churches for further study.
"At least you have to know how to call certain things accurately and without ambiguity."
"Sorry, prejudice always obscures the eyes of mortals." Kraft frankly admitted his mistake, but he still didn't think the priest would accept something easily.
"In short, I found something very special that you would never expect. It may be able to get some help for us. No one should be indifferent."
Unexpectedly, Green was not immediately interested. Instead, he asked a secondary question: "How many people have seen it?"
"For the time being, only the people you sent to inform us. What they can see is limited. I have a sense of discretion and will not let irrelevant people know things they shouldn't know."
"That's not so bad."
"Why do you say that?" Listening to this meaning, it seems that the other party is trying his best to narrow the scope of insiders, to the extent of distinguishing the reliable and unreliable among "their own people".
"Because of something you would never expect."
Kraft's words were returned unchanged. Just when he was wondering, Green stood up from the coffin and opened the cover.
Inside the coffin, which was meant to be used to hide from others, lay a reddish-brown, bloated human figure, with blackened burn marks on the surface.
"Armor? Where did you find this thing?" The first reaction was surprise, and then instinctive regret.
"In the water channel, but I'm not sure if it's the water channel we thought." Green was so gloomy that he could squeeze out water. The emotions he had suppressed surged out again when he saw the armor, and a sense of acid reflux filled his throat. Make the voice hoarse.
"To be precise, we didn't find it, but it found us. And that section of the waterway. Thinking about it now, it was like it was spliced into a normal tunnel at that time and then removed."
It's a weird and illogical sentence. I can't imagine how a section of waterway can be pieced together and removed like shredded paper. But to the ears of those who are interested, confusion and lack of logic are the characteristics in themselves.
"Then what?"
"What does this look like to you?"
Following the pointer, Kraft's attention shifted from the faintly visible burnt substance in the armor to the less obvious golden pattern on the breastplate, and a word that had already been on his lips blurted out.
"The Sword in the Stone?!"
For a time, a lot of seemingly unrelated information was connected in series. The dense threads were intertwined in my mind and extended in countless directions, but it seemed that nothing was pointed out.
"Keep your voice down, we have to hide this." Green wanted to sew his mouth shut. Seeing that Kraft hadn't fully reacted, he pointed out his biggest worry, "No one is willing to get involved in big troubles related to the royal family for the sake of a pagan religion that hasn't caused much trouble. You understand me. What do you mean?”
Went to take a test|ω｀)