Chapter 335 Haoshou Qiongjing is invisible
Kraft had always thought that taking money for nothing was an exaggerated metaphor, but now he was a little unsure. The books here can be exchanged for silver coins to train everyone into masters of cheating.
His prompt intervention saved the remaining men from further damaging the things on the ground. Those information carriers made of leather and plant fibers deform and shrink due to repeated cycles of moisture and drying.
The poor preservation conditions have caused most of them to lose the possibility of repair and melt into mud-like substances. Insects crawl in this natural hiding place, gnawing on the melted and twisted words without knowing anything.
They appear to be the remnants of a hasty evacuation, and some unforeseen accident forced the original owner to abandon this huge spiritual and material wealth here.
However, a little observation will reveal that this seemingly reasonable guess is still unexplainable.
The books were not piled randomly, but were deliberately spread out and laid out one by one in the center of the church, like straw that was laid out on the field ridges in winter to wait to rot. It occupied a large area of the ground, leaving only a few narrow walkways, as if someone needed it. Move back and forth frequently, checking pages.
Even the benches used for prayer gatherings were moved aside and placed against the wall, with a large number of books stacked on the seats.
"What is this for?"
Everyone is confused by the same problem. The scene before him was obviously not something that an individual could accomplish, and the dean of the monastery did not have the authority to use such a large number of books without authorization. Usually only during the short dry season each year, they are taken out of the warehouse in batches to dry and maintain.
Unless the vast majority of upper-level and middle-level managers reach an agreement and are determined to implement, emptying the library will never happen.
And it is obviously unreasonable to post books indoors with insufficient light. It looks more like...
[Check information? 】
Raymond had seen monks in the library of Notre Dame Cathedral sitting around a wooden table that was large enough for several people to lie down. Books were spread out on the table, and their eyes were searching for a specific piece of content like a heron looking for a living fish under the water. To prove that some details are completely incomprehensible to ordinary people.
As a field staff member under Greene, I rarely had the opportunity to interact with those people. The last impression I still have is during my school days. There was an old scholar whose speech was extremely difficult to understand and blocked half of the advanced courses.
They can always pick out some particularly tricky and unclear details from the dark corners of some books to study, and then look for supporting arguments and adopt them as guidelines.
Of course, the teacher who taught that course was changed in the second year.
There are people like this in every place of any size, responsible for managing book collections and providing evidence for debate.
As the monastery with the largest investment in the region, even if the academic talent here is difficult to reach the level of Dunling, it will not be much different, and may even come from the Theological School of Dunling University.
Raymond once felt that they could recite the specific volumes and sections where each sentence appeared in the book. As long as a small group of such people were gathered together, there would be nothing they could not find.
While most people were still immersed in marveling at the wealth represented by books, he quickly approached Craft and looked at the remaining covers in his leather-protected hands.
Thanks to the widespread over-decoration, the cover was made of thick material to facilitate the carving and inlaying process, and the preservation condition is much better than the content.
The paint on the pattern is basically peeling off and discolored, but the gold and silver foil filled in still outlines the embossed pattern and the book title in capital letters. The wing-shaped metal fasteners and corner guards show that it belongs to the internal work of the church, rather than being picked up from anywhere. Personal writings.
While the professor was still stumbling around trying to read the incomplete text, Raymond had already identified its identity.
"It should be the "Collection of Admonitions." "What?" He looked over with a blank look from someone who had only heard of the Holy Scriptures.
Brother Raymond resisted the urge to popularize basic knowledge: "You can think of it as a commentary on the holy scriptures. It is compiled from the sermons of authoritative people. It is more obscure and advanced than what is preached to ordinary believers. It mainly includes doctrinal interpretation and Paraphrases of specific scriptures for use in our internal worship studies ”
"I understand, it's a teaching aid." The professor nodded in realization. He was very familiar with this.
Raymond didn't feel that the other party had listened at all, but he had lost the desire to defend himself. He asked for a pair of gloves and carefully handled the other books at his feet.
These books have been stuck to the floor tiles, and they need to be peeled off slowly and "shoveled" gently, otherwise they will tear off a large piece and seriously damage the surface.
"Well, "Psalms" is a very common hymn collection. I have memorized several passages in it. Even the first chapter is the same as mine. It will be used in the ceremony."
"Recitation is not required now." A member of the Knights who just graduated from the academy added, "After all, it is a minor elective content."
Raymond shook his head and lamented the poor ability of younger students to learn independently. The value of their degrees is indeed getting worse every year.
"You should have read "The Lives of the Saints". At that time, we read it as a story book. We would borrow it and read it several times every once in a while, especially the one about the prophet and King Pendra drawing the sword. Alas, forget it. ”
Putting the book and memories aside, he briefly looked at a few books that were easier to pick up, and read out the titles smoothly.
"Proof of Existence", "Encyclopedia Against Heretics", "Treatise on Theology", "Encyclopedia of Theology", "Study on the Reformation of Charles' Doctrine", "Study on Scotus' Theology", the famous people's treatises here are quite complete. Among the people I know, all Father Green may be the only one who has read it.”
They have only read it, and when it comes to talking about words, they can't argue with professionals even if they open their mouths.
But they are also a group of professionals, setting up such a big battle here, looking for something in their specialized fields, and even in the teaching books that I personally copied, but it seems that they haven't found it yet?
"I don't feel right. What do you think, Professor?"
As a witness to certain special events, Raymond felt a little nervous.
"That possibility cannot be ruled out." Kraft replied cryptically. He asked Yvonne again for confirmation, and also received a negative answer. The girl was quite active, but it seemed that it was just the local climate that made her feel particularly comfortable. She walked around observing and turning the mason's hammer in her hand until the original owner tremblingly asked for it back.
"But I really didn't feel anything special." Kraft felt like his rhinitis had been activated. Not only was he itchy from the dust, but he also always felt that there was something he should smell but couldn't.
It's like seeing a pile of unorganized tableware and an open-door refrigerator in the kitchen of a newly moved second-hand house, and instinctively feeling that something is rotting in the dark. There is always a vague phantom smell at the tip of the nose, which disappears after careful identification.
"Damn it, it's the most troublesome thing when you can't find it." Not only can't you find it, but you don't know if it exists, it can drive your obsessive-compulsive disorder crazy.
After a moment's hesitation, Kraft gave the order to the team: "Clean up the courtyard and set up camp outside tonight. It's been empty here for too long. Who knows if there will be any safety hazards. I don't want a chandelier hanging over my head in the middle of the night." Smash it down.”
"Don't touch these books yet. We will clear out the entire monastery tomorrow morning, and we will slowly sort them out later." At least for the time being, there is no danger in this area of books that even archaeologists have to deal with. The top priority is to clear out the entire monastery. architecture.
"Pay attention to safety and avoid acting alone. If there are many people, please report to Brother Raymond. You can ask Kupu to accompany you. Keep the fire lit before sunrise tomorrow. I will keep vigil with you."
"Now, let's clean our new home."
(End of chapter)