Chapter 337 Hard-to-move assets
"This place feels bigger than it looks from the outside, but I've never heard anyone say that. Have you heard of it before, Dominic?"
The monk with the holy pickaxe hanging on his waist raised the lantern and looked up at the top of the corridor. A large area of flowers and angel paintings decorated the blank space between the ribs and arches, making this road connecting the residential area and the warehouse not too monotonous.
Because they are in an indoor environment, these complex patterns, which were completed by the painter with his sore neck, are only dim and faded, making it impossible to recognize the heaven and starry sky scenes between the red and blue colors.
Even though this corridor usually has few visitors except for errands, the brushstrokes are soft and delicate, accurately delineating every texture.
He had taken some abbreviated medical courses within the church, and a large proportion of patients with spinal and neck diseases came from these ceiling-painting groups.
"We were not born more than 20 years ago. If it was closed due to some scandal, it's normal that we haven't heard about it." Dominic glanced at the paintings above his head. Even with the aesthetic developed during Dun Ling's studies, It can also be considered a good level.
It is unlikely that a monastery of this size and detail can be satisfied by the local church's own funds alone. Monasteries that have received special care will definitely be recorded.
These students, who lack family background, will basically start looking for their future destination early before completing their studies, and even some church organizations in remote areas have heard about it.
If there were to be some large vacant monastery near Westminster, rumors of a revival would probably have to circulate every year.
Strangely, they don’t even know now what the monastery was named after.
It was as if the builder and its name had been erased along with the writing on the wood and rock.
"It's indeed a bit strange." The thought lingered in my mind, and the traces of cutting and destruction flashed from time to time. The original text was clearly completely indecipherable, but when I recalled it, I always felt that I should be able to read something.
It's like looking at things on the other side through worn glass. No matter how far or near you adjust, it's still blurry, but you always catch a glimpse of something at certain angles that are difficult to reproduce. People can't help but check over and over again, as if they're invisible. hook to hang.
Dominic took a deep breath of the cool night air to drag himself out of the inexplicable feelings. He was more curious about the weapons on the waist of his traveler than the things he had no clue about.
The heavy pickaxe pulled the belt and tilted it to one side, tapping the leg armor regularly with the pace, and the sound was reflected back and forth in the space.
"Field, I don't understand the reason why you chose this thing. Wouldn't it be better to choose a sword like everyone else? It makes you look like an old farmer who just came from the fields and was forced into service by the lord."
"Vulgar opinion." The monk known as Field snorted disdainfully, "I guess you all chose it because you followed the crowd."
"But Father Green also used a sword, is there a problem?" Dominic immediately cited a typical successful case.
"That's why I said you can only imitate."
"Bang bang!" Field knocked on the metal plate on his body. For the sake of lightness, they only wore chest armor and part of the limb armor. "Think, my friend, think."
"Think about what Mr. Kraft sent us. This thing is not cheap. There are more than ten sets. Even the bishop will be heartbroken."
"Is it so that you can wear it and fight like the Inquisition against those heretical associations in Dunling City that can't even afford leather armor?"
Dominic thought of something belatedly, "You mean..."
"Yes, sooner or later there will be an opponent worthy of this set of armor. I just familiarize myself with it in advance." After weighing the reliable weight of the big guy, Brother Field was quite satisfied, "And look at Mr. Craft's two students, which one Are you playing with long pieces of iron? ”
"It makes sense, but why didn't you tell me earlier?"
"Because one armor-piercing pickaxe is a reasonable match, but eleven would be stupid."
"You are always the cleverest among us."
"Thank you for the compliment."
Dominic was silent for a while and decided not to discuss the topic of weapons.
Walking into the open warehouse door, there are already a lot of people busy here. Most of them are craftsmen who are accompanying the team and leading the apprentices and hired workers to count, sort, transport and place materials overnight, calculate the initial repair needs, and report the difference to the people who will go down the mountain for purchase tomorrow morning. 's team.
The mission of the monks is to take turns on duty to ensure safety.
To be honest, it is difficult to understand what the mandatory requirement of armed personnel is to prevent, but in church schools, there are more commandments that are difficult to understand the meaning of, and the penalties for violation are also very serious. Compared with this, this is very reasonable. Being cautious is never a bad habit.
Especially when the superior is more generous, it is usually easier for people to feel that what they say makes sense.
The time was gradually approaching late at night. In order to relieve their sleepiness, the two of them stood up in unison and took the initiative to walk around and look around, trying to find something to do.
As a warehouse of a large monastery, it needs to store everyone's daily needs. The scale is naturally not much smaller, but it does not require expensive arch technology to build it. It is a complex building composed of many different functional compartments. The largest area is the grain storage area, crowded with sealed wooden barrels used to preserve grains and clay pots containing beans, raised with bricks below to prevent moisture and rats from coming in contact.
There were air-dried and pickled meats hanging from the beams, with yellow and white salt stains oozing from the surface. They were probably pork, beef and fish.
Of course, no matter how good the storage conditions are, they cannot withstand time, and the employees are heartbroken to throw these rotten grains away in barrels.
And Dominic noticed that the older professor's assistant and attendant was supervising here to ensure that the employees put some sealed cans into boxes and nailed them away.
"What is this?"
I picked up a few cans and shook them, and there was a sound of particles rubbing together or the feel of some thicker liquid.
"The instructor ordered that all salt, condiments, spices, oil, honey and other things must be destroyed and thrown away without leaving any behind."
"Are there some..."
"Isn't it a bit too wasteful?" Unexpectedly, Kraft's right-hand man answered the question head-on, "For safety reasons, even things like honey that do not spoil must be destroyed."
"Please continue your patrol mission, I will be responsible for watching over this place until it is cleared."
The other party's eyes were slightly wary, and he obviously regarded everyone as suspicious.
It was undeniable that Dominic realized that he had indeed had some thoughts that made him ashamed just now. He quickly confessed in his heart the greed that arose at that moment and left the scene in embarrassment.
Field bowed his head thoughtfully, completing the farewell etiquette for his companion.
"The leader is indeed a self-disciplined person." Out of Kupp's sight, Dominic said with shame, "I have to apologize to him for some prejudices."
The Knights' suspected too much and too close business dealings made him think that Kraft was a man who was more concerned about money and did not fit in with the traditional image of the church that kept a sufficient distance from the world.
If he were in the same position, if not keeping the well-preserved spices and honey, he would at least choose to sell them.
"Well, that's not necessary." Field pointed to the small room with an open door at the end of the corridor, where the candlelight was bright, and two familiar figures stood in the reflected metallic luster.
Hearing the footsteps, they turned around and naturally carried their account books and pens behind their backs.
Now it was clear that it was Brother Craft and Brother Raymond.
Although it was already late at night, the two of them had not yet left the warehouse. Instead, they stayed in the small room at the far end, with smiles on their faces that could not be concealed by their serious expressions.
Judging from the design of the door, which is twice as thick as similar rooms and has double locks, it is estimated that this room has a special purpose.
Indeed, it appears to be the reliquary of a monastery.
Most of the empty shelves have been gathering dust for a long time. The original owner must have taken away small precious metal holy symbols and statues that were easy to transport before leaving, as well as the Holy Grail and Holy Plate used for sacrifices.
However, large appliances such as gilded multi-branch candlesticks, reliquary cabinets, and marble inlaid silver altars could not be transported away in a hurry and were left behind.
If I'm right, I seemed to have heard words like "pry" and "melt" just now.
"Oh, Dominic and Field, you have worked hard on the night shift. There are midnight snacks in the third room from the left. You can go and have some." Kraft smiled at them with a particularly sincere smile.
"Raymond and I are checking here to see if there are any suspicious inscriptions that need to be destroyed."
Although I have pushed it, I still push it again!
"Tianjin people will never lose their sanity"
"That's a dozen bamboo boards. Let's not talk about anything else. Let's talk about what Cthulhu is capable of."
"What is a Deep Diver? Which one is Migo? Coming from the abyss, how terrifying, you listen to his nonsense!"
"Hasta, the Yellow King, has many followers. He has grown claws and tentacles. Are you going to block me at the door?"
"If you let him in, I really won't hide. I can go ahead with the summoning ceremony, but I'm not used to watching it!"