"William, I think we need to talk." Kraft opened the door in the dim light, and Kupp followed closely. After Yin Feng entered the door, he quickly closed the door bolt.
"About those mines...eh?"
There were no lights in the room, and the faint light from the high narrow window was escaping from the lowered head. In order to facilitate private conversations, the original owner was asked to move next door and the entire house was temporarily given to them. Peter was the only one at this time.
Lie down on the table.
He was really tired these past few days. He was following a few tireless people chasing an elusive goal, and he didn't know when it would end. It was rare that he had a free afternoon to catch up on his sleep.
Hearing the sound, Peter raised his head and wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, and after a while adjusted to the light in the room, "Mr. Kraft, why are you back? Didn't you go with William and the others?"
These words seemed to reveal a danger signal. There was no bar in this village, so where else could we go?
"Where to go?"
"You don't know?" Peter knew something was wrong as soon as he saw Kraft's attitude of asking questions. William probably left him alone just as a sounding board to deal with others. "Mr. William found someone to lead the way and said he was going to a place.
Go to the mine."
"Damn it, you are walking around at this time!" The voice was raised unconsciously, and he was short of breath as if he was being chased. He had just found some clues here, but before he had time to sort them out, someone was willing to lead the way. At first glance, he was in the middle of the road.
According to Fee's Law, if you think carefully, you will notice the possibility of non-accidental factors being involved.
As for Kupp, his expression was even uglier. He pressed against the wall and put his hand on his waist. He had relied on this action to maintain a weak sense of security since he entered the house. The dark environment aroused fear, as if something might happen at any time.
Things emerge from dark corners with poor lighting.
The person involved is missing, and there are vague signs that something bad is about to happen. This scene has an inexplicable sense of déjà vu.
"Who led the way, and when did they set off?"
The sleepy guide searched through his mind and described to Kraft the only knowledge he had about William's whereabouts: "An old man came to the door by himself, and they set off before I went to bed."
"I can't believe this is what William could do!" Kraft grabbed his burqa and began to count his backpack. There were so many strange things in the matter that it was difficult to guess what the reason for a mature and steady captain was.
Thinking about making this decision. Perhaps it’s because of the confidence in the price? Or maybe you feel that even if the other party has bad intentions, it won’t be a big concern with a few armed crew members?
It’s unclear what they thought about it at the time, and the fact that they still haven’t returned at dusk speaks to the problem. None of the locals are willing to spend the night in the mine, and they won’t easily take the risk of challenging the bad mountain roads in the middle of the night. No matter how anxious they are, they can still wait.
Not until tomorrow?
It's hard to think of the only answer that doesn't have anything to do with paganism. Maybe it's Old Goli himself.
"If we don't wait any longer, maybe they will be back soon?" Peter glanced at the beam of light that had climbed high on the wall. The sun was setting, but if William had already walked on the rocky mountain road, what would happen if William had already walked on that rocky mountain road?
Come back in time before using the torch.
"I have to go take a look." Kraft pulled two more torches and stuffed them into his backpack and tied them with cloth strips. If something unexpected happened, now would be the last time to go up the mountain. At worst, he would be halfway up the mountain.
Meeting William who came back was a waste of effort; it was better than waiting until night fell and having to climb the whole way with a torch.
Coop also started to pack his things with a grimace, and reluctantly pulled out his clothes and put them on. He didn't know what psychological shadow was, but he knew clearly that he definitely didn't want to go out after this point, especially to walk on a mountain trail.
As a retinue, he has no objection. Strictly speaking, his status is not a simple employee, but close to a vassal and a lord. Kraft saved his life and trained him as a direct line, and he must follow him both emotionally and rationally.
After that, from the battlefield to a night journey that is related to something indescribable, there are no exceptions.
Correspondingly, consistent with many sung stories, he also prioritized the opportunity to become a de facto vassal.
As Kraft said, they are a "whole", and the focus of this sentence is obviously not Yin Feng, but Ta Kupu.
If you understand this, some things will not be so scary. You should have the awareness when choosing to practice martial arts, "Are you leaving now, sir?"
"Koop." Kraft held down his hand and removed it from the hammer handle, "You stay here."
It felt like a punch hitting an empty space. Kupp stepped away from the door and said in a slightly embarrassed voice, "I thought I performed pretty well in training."
"No, that's why you have to stay here."
Kraft half-opened the door of the room, and the evening valley breeze and the setting sun poured into his robe. Then he looked at the composition of the people left behind: Peter, a lifelong coachman, Yin Feng, who was holding a small book and seemed to want to do something but was unable to do anything.
In addition, the novice retinue Kupu - the only one left with experience in armed training, must have the amateur level of the crew.
"Remember what I told you, now this is a place I can't take care of."
He closed the door and walked away.
...
...
Kraft soon began to rejoice in the timely decision.
Light the torch and enter the mine. Night falls behind you, blocking the way in.
Going down the mine tunnel that he had experienced during the day, to the edge of the mining area, the escaping chill made him tighten his robe. The deep and long cave did not show a relatively constant temperature, but instead cooled down faster than the outside world.
Thanks to the crushed rocks produced in the mining area, Kraft was able to identify several footprints extending deeper among the messy trampled marks.
After a moment's hesitation, the boots crossed the boundary of the mold lake.
"Okay, it's half my fault for coming here." Kraft muttered and drew his sword out of its sheath, muttering to himself to soothe his somewhat fluctuating mood, and gradually walked into the cold depths of darkness. Regardless of whether he was right or wrong, the responsibility is irrelevant.
Who can't just let William die down there? It's unjustifiable from the perspective of a friend and conscience.
As he went down, Kraft sorted through the existing information.
That long link object is called a "messenger". The messenger is of course responsible for bringing things from here to there.
The different colors on the top and bottom of the rock wall should respectively represent the world in which people live and another concept. According to the boy, the messenger was going to bring his father back from "another place" to the world he lives in now.
.
No matter how I thought about it, it felt obscure and cold, which made Kraft couldn't help but think of some absurd legends, mentioned in country gossip and horror stories: the dead still have obsessions, and return from the underworld - here it is called hell.
In the human world. The child's smile when he mentioned that he saw his father in the mine was especially weird when he thought about it.
In his experience, he has never seen either hell or underworld. Even if he has been to the latter most of the time, he has completely forgotten about it after a bowl of soup. However, the "other world" does know one, and the heavy geometric objects brought from there
It is close to the skin in the sleeves, "The worst thing is that it is a deep-seated thing, how else can it..."
In the end, I could not say any words of self-comfort.
Star-studded gray-white rocks appeared in the firelight, occupying the cave wall and creating a clear boundary. Terrifying cracks spread like electric shocks, and rubble was everywhere, indicating the power that can be exerted in this world to crack the mountain.
If the gray part where the messenger takes the undead is interpreted as hell, then he is standing at the door of a real hell, and he is just short of carving a sentence on the wall: "Those who enter this door must give up all hope."