Walking through the corridor where the bells echoed, Green saw the guy who was looking for him by name in front of the huge mural.
Minutes earlier, he had been enjoying his precious midday sleep near the prayer hall. The calming smell of incense lingers, and the sound of chanting comes from next door, soothing the fatigue and irritability caused by staying awake all night.
Just like every time before, they can penetrate into the deepest part of dreams and penetrate unconscious fears, doubts and confusions.
Only at this moment, those descriptive things turned into substantial spiritual support, strong arms, and a sense of security as thick as a church wall. The omnipresent power of the Father shielded him from intrusion.
The turbulent spirit settled down and got a good rest.
This is a safe house in a sense, just like a child's secret base. In fact, it is almost the same.
Many people privately say they don't like it here because the solemn atmosphere that doesn't allow casual conversation always seems oppressive. But Green would like to stay nearby, which would allow him to find some distant memories, like returning to that small church close to home, thinking of nothing but feeling the kindness of Heavenly Father.
Only those who know Green well will know the special times when he can be found in a small cubicle near the prayer room.
This of course includes Brother Wattin. It was he who opened the compartment door and announced that someone had sent word that "an unknown visitor to the seminary was looking for Father Green."
Members of the Tribunal do not have part-time jobs in other departments, and of course they rarely have any unnecessary interpersonal relationships. Most of the people who can come to the door specifically and call out specific names are not people who disturb them for irrelevant matters.
So, unfortunately, Green's lunch break was interrupted. Wadin knew this very well, but he still did it because he understood better that the priest did not like to leave the reception affairs to his subordinates casually, which would appear to be casual and arrogant.
When Green arrived at the meeting place, he saw a figure with blond hair.
He was wearing a simple scholar's robe with no features and no entourage. He held a holy book in his clean hands and looked up at the mural in front of him seriously.
The priest walked around him uncertainly and saw a leaf-shaped gold medal with a strong academic style on the chest of the visitor. There were no other decorations. Perhaps this was the person who recognized him as someone who was not happy. Reasons to show off old-school seminary figures.
"May I ask, do you have a brother who is in medical school?"
"To disappoint you, I only have one cousin who is not very good at cultural studies." The visitor threw the holy book from one hand to the other.
This behavior immediately destroyed the rare religious temperament in him and exposed a deep-rooted irreverent attitude inherited from the family.
Of course, it also allowed Green to confirm that the person in front of him was either the brother of a certain professor or the like, or himself.
"What gave you the leisure to play the priest here? Is it a drama club in college?"
"Do I seem to have this empty person?" Kraft tossed the holy book again, and then tucked it under his arm, "If someone has any misunderstanding because of my dress, it is purely because they judge people by their appearance. Question.”
"But the main reason is that I discovered that the channel of communication between us is one-way. Can you imagine a person from medical school walking into a church and asking to see the inquisition? Surrender or report an accomplice?"
"Thank you. This is my first time seeing someone in medical school who knows that what I am doing is illegal."
"Well, let's not talk anymore. I'm here to tell you that I have finished processing that hand. The black particles in the blood vessels have been filtered out and bottled. The stones have been locked into the box. You can check it at any time if you want."
"What about the other parts?"
"The burning is very thorough. If you do the same thing over there, the devil won't be able to stop him without holding a bag when he goes to hell."
Green and Kraft stood side by side and seemed to want to sigh, "It will take some time. According to past experience, there should not be a clear answer within three days."
He also looked up at the murals. He had seen the paintings in this corridor many times. When he first came here, he would deliberately take a detour to see them almost every day. Now he has reached the point of numbness and really doesn't know what to see.
"Does this mean I have to wait three more days?"
"If it's quick, we should ask several parties involved to state the story again in three days. It will take even longer to go further. But this time, the attitude there seems to be particularly vague. I suspect that something has not been dealt with."
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Green is pessimistic about how effective the bishops will be in deciding where this will go.
Even if the impact of a deformed corpse is great enough, it does not mean that it can make decision-makers who have been away from the front line for a long time, or who have never been involved in similar matters, realize the true seriousness of the matter.
Those who have not faced those things head-on will never be able to empathize with the unspeakable experience, and it will be difficult to fully believe it.
If it weren't for the evidence brought back, this would most likely be a fatal blow to Green's career.
"So you came here today to tell me about cutting off your hand?"
"What does 'just' mean? I worked overtime to check its anatomy." The deepening dark circles under the eyes and the inverted biological clock were seriously denied.
"Aren't the people at your medical school able to consume an entire corpse in one night? As long as you go there the next day, you won't be able to find anything."
"I guess what you're talking about is - the ghoul family dinner." Kraft sharp commented, and he could only say that stereotypes are everywhere, "well, I'm really here for more than just my hands." "Although in That hand is indeed quite rewarding. It may be the part with the smallest distortion on the original owner, and it can be said that the overall structure is close to normal. Perhaps the black matter is indeed used to inhibit change, at least it must have this function."
"The next step is to do some verification."
Green heard what he meant, "What do you need?"
"Of course I want someone who can give it a try, of course I'm joking. I want a safe enough place, safe for us and everyone else, and some animals."
"It takes time."
"I know, and I can afford to wait, stone will not corrupt." It seemed that after saying everything, the professor continued to look at the mural, rarely attracted by the mythological content.
When Green thought that the conversation was over and was about to leave behind Vading's contact information, he was stopped:
"There's a third thing."
"Huh?"
The book returned to the professor's hands, and his pale and slender fingers flexibly moved across the pages, reaching the desired location without looking. "I want to ask, what do you think of the stories in the scriptures?"
"The record of Heavenly Father's traces in the world, a model for educating and supervising people in the world to do good and correct behavior, and a code of conduct." The priest replied without thinking. Hesitation for even half a second was a sign of disrespect for his own level. "All virtues and wisdom come from it. Come.”
"I don't deny this. In fact, if more people are willing to follow the principles stated in the Holy Scriptures, the world will be much better." Kraft stopped quickly. He was not here to debate the Bible with Green. Even if he has not been trained With specialized debate training, Green's philosophical and theological level is enough to knock him out of the water.
"I mean, do you think the stories in it are true? For example, at some time and place in the past, there really was a person named Saint who walked on flames and disappeared out of thin air."
"This does not prevent us from following the teachings. We also need these stories to make more people willing to accept universal moral principles."
"In other words, you think they don't exist."
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The priest looked at him doubtfully, a little suspicious that this guy came here today just to make trouble. He chose a place with few people in order to prevent him from being beaten to death by random punches.
"But I think that part of it, at least the part that is closer to us, should have real elements." The professor was still staring at the mural, as if he wanted to follow the cracked cracks in the wall paint to get into the scene.
The colors in various parts of the painting are different from old to new. Some are lighter, while others have been recolored, thickly applied, and even modified and supplemented according to aesthetic changes. And the oldest part of it is much younger than this corridor was built.
Underneath the deeper layers of paint are original manuscripts that are difficult to trace. The same theme is iterated over and over again on the same wall, replaying itself in different yet similar ways.
The colors of the weapons are whitened and yellowed, the knights and servants are added or subtracted, the headgear is sometimes practical and sturdy, sometimes ornately decorated, and the scales and armor are broken and have no texture.
He spread out the page he had turned to and handed it to Green, "Here you go, I want to hear the interpretation of an outstanding graduate from the seminary. It's too difficult to find a relevant professional in a doctor's network."
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"I didn't expect you to buy a holy book just to show off."
"It's borrowed, and it's almost time to pay it back in a few days." Kraft's attitude towards religion is anything but perfunctory. The owner of the book seems to particularly like reading this part, and spreads it out especially frequently, so that the paper seams are slightly loose and can be turned directly by the feel of the hand.
"Do you think this is related to what we encountered?" Green glanced at it and saw that it was all content that could be memorized. He still remembered that this paragraph mainly reflected the "spirituality" of knightly virtues, that is, understanding God's will.
"Then the Heavenly Father gave him the authority to draw the sword, and the attendants presented him with bricks, fine steel, and dragon scales. Cutting them was no different from the tip of a beard cutting through an ear seedling." The professor recited one of the passages easily, He asked, "Don't you think it's the same?"
"It's a bit far-fetched."
"This book was borrowed from Morrison's family. His daughter said that she often saw her father suddenly becoming interested in the holy scriptures and reading it often."
"When?!" It was unexpected to be able to borrow books directly from Professor Morrison's home, "but this won't convince anyone."
"It's quite early. I just came to Dunling." Kraft raised his head and looked up, past the smooth cut-off limbs and cardboard armor piled at the bottom of the painting. The opponents of the protagonist in the mural were fleeing in panic, or crawling on the ground. The earth prayed for submission, and even some winged lizard-like monsters could not help but lose part of their bodies.
"Think about it, Green, think about it. Has anyone ever told you what such a famous sword looks like? One-handed or two-handed, what kind of scabbard is used to hold it, what kind of guard is it, and what is it used for? Made? Did the royal family show it? ”
"Gold coins, murals, reliefs, there has never been a fixed style for depicting it. I only know that cutting iron is as sharp as clay, which can't describe its sharpness. Oh my God, what is this thing?"
"Could it be that we have misunderstood that there is such a weapon, but it is not a specific 'sword', but a specific and very difficult to master' method of using a sword.' It was only briefly used by the royal family. Master used ”
"Then why don't they use it?"
"You have also seen what the things related to this look like." The logic is coherent, including the man-made destruction of the collapsed waterway branch, which has been explained. "Yes, those are the traces of destruction in the early days of the kingdom. They tried to seal it There.”
"So I want you to look up all the church records you can find that are close to that time."