"Actually, I missed one thing." During the dinner, Kraft picked up a piece of lettuce and hesitated to take it down, and talked about another thing, "How are lecturer Petrie's relics handled?"
Martin held the wine glass and took a sip of the slightly sour red wine in it. He frowned and recalled: "It should be that the room where he stayed temporarily has been sealed until the news is sent to Dunling and the appropriate person will receive it, or
We'll send it over. Why do you ask this?"
"Logically speaking, every invitee to the party needs to give an academic report about his or her main research progress. Lecturer Petrie is no exception." Kraft put down his knife and continued, "The report is not an improvisation.
Yes, it should have been written down long ago."
"Well, I guess no one thought to check it out at the time, but as you said, it should still be in our possession."
"Yes, I want to take a look at this manuscript." Although I don't have high hopes, it is an idea to indirectly understand the content of Petrie's recent research.
The vial containing a light black liquid that was found from the pagan is still in the package. As long as you have seen it once, you will never forget the subtle sense of induction.
The will that has experienced so many things is no longer what it used to be. In the face of this material, those false whispers in his mind that are endlessly chattering can no longer move him, but some contents that were only considered irrelevant associations at the time are clearer. That pure stream
The black liquid surface is very much like the mouth of a bottomless well, leading to the dark and lightless depths.
【Black liquor】
It's not surprising to see another black liquid, but you have to know that Westmin is adjacent to Dunling. If a black liquid is found on the pagans operating here, it is self-evident that it is the most suspicious place.
In addition, Petrie is from Dunling University, and there are so many connections that can be associated with it that it is hard not to think of something.
"It's really haunting." Kraft picked up the lettuce and put it into his mouth. It was already a little cold, but it tasted pretty good. He ended the dinner hastily and left the table.
When we came outside, the sunset had completely faded away. From the distance of the manor, we could clearly see the forest wall across the open pasture.
They are wooden barriers erected on the plains with many rivers like horses, or winding city walls, with tree trunks as the skeleton, branches and leaves as the walls, and filled with shrubs, creepers, parasitic ferns and other appendages, rejecting all prying eyes.
look.
The hyphae of fungi digest the remnants of this huge life community in the old humus layer under their feet, supporting all kinds of bright and beautiful mushrooms.
If necessary, Kraft thought, these things could reproduce on a larger scale, with the dense forest feeding them and covering them, until they covered the entire ground and even underground like meadows, eating the dead bark and dead wood of the trees.
, eventually forming the ubiquitous “forest” that Martin described.
For a person who has never seen it, it is difficult to imagine the picture information indirectly conveyed by language. It can only be compared to standing inside the dissected infected corpse, with the umbrella under your feet, collapsed lungs, and high above your head.
The domes of the sternocostal ribs are decorated with gills, and the hyphae are rooted in a network in the solid organs under the diaphragm next door.
But now it has been replaced by another larger life form - the forest is infected by a wildly growing fungus, and its death should be longer and more gorgeous.
But the clues currently in hand point to this place, and walking into the forest may be an inevitable choice.
In the endless forest, he didn't really expect that the little kerosene he brought would cause any waves in the humid season. What's more, he didn't bring these things to set fire to the mountain and sit under the prison, but to guard against someone who particularly liked to hide in the forest.
An old acquaintance with deep activities.
"Ugh, what a headache."
But this time it was much better. They were professional armed forces of about thirty people, not a team of scholars or guest logistics practitioners. The main threats they faced could be identified as human beings, and they had records of being killed.
"Professor?" Martin approached from behind and followed his line of sight curiously. The overwhelming night rolled in, plunging the forest wall, pasture and people into the starry sky with the sound of insects.
"Are you worried that our progress will not go smoothly?"
"So to speak." Kraft stopped looking at the invisible forest wall, turned around and walked back into the warm light of the door. His thoughts were still wandering in the boundless world at the last moment, but suddenly only the few weeks around him were meaningful.
"What we can see directly is very limited, too little."
"Indeed, finding anything in the woods is a chore. In the past, we would hire local hunters or other people who are familiar with the terrain."
"Oh? You used to go to the forest to look for things?"
"To be precise, it should be considered hunting. When the Duke is in good health, he will be very frequent." Martin leaned against the door frame with the wine glass and took a sip of disgust. "After all, a cruise can't just be about eating and drinking. There are also many places outside."
There are few things that taste good.”
"But hunting is different. All the surrounding nobles will participate. It is a very fun activity and an opportunity to show off your abilities. The Duke's favorite furs come from the prey he hunts with his own hands. Don't you have such activities over there?
?”
"..." In fact, there should be some, but the Wood family has always been far away from this kind of social circle, and the location is remote. Old Wood didn't think that a group of fully armed people driving and hunting wild beasts could show any martial virtue, so he did not participate.
Tradition.
Craft has only participated in practical hunting, and when it comes to carnivores, he mainly uses animal traps and baits that are very unscrupulous.
However, he can understand that it is probably equivalent to souls from other worlds playing role-playing war games in the virtual world in their spare time. It pays attention to a sense of immersion, and the more you play, the more you like to play.
"Look for traces, trap them, and then give them a fatal blow. It's almost like hunting. It depends on whether they have the ability to fight back like wild beasts or find opportunities to escape." Martin raised his glass to Kraft and drank it all in one breath.
The wine tastes like sour grape juice, "Wish us all the best."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! He seemed to be in a tipsy state, and he said more casually, "The wine here tastes average. When we return to the port, I suggest we go and try Rivers University together."
I’ll treat you to the nearby honey beer.”
"Thank you, but I don't drink much." Kraft declined the invitation. Drinking at a party is the most annoying part of the party. "Speaking of which, where do we start tomorrow?"
"Going to the lumber camp along the river, they are not like people who only work on the fringe. Sometimes they have to go deeper to find specific wood. The steward needs to supply them to the manor, so they know the people." When it comes to business, the Duke's knights are still very organized.
"That's perfect." This entry point was considered thoughtful, and Kraft agreed. "But speaking of it, I have always had a question. It's just a personal curiosity. It doesn't matter if it's not convenient to answer."
"Have you or the church ever encountered this kind of thing in the past? What I mean is that it is obviously abnormal and cannot be explained by common sense like this time. Is it also related to a cult or other gangs or organizations?"
"During my time working for the Duke, the answer is no." Martin replied generously, without any hesitation, "But I have heard a lot of similar things, which may not be true. In the end, most of them are tricks and deceptions;
There are very few things that are not clear, and they will end inexplicably on their own without too much effort. Maybe those who trade souls with the devil will reap the consequences sooner or later, right?"
"Indeed, you will reap the consequences sooner or later." Kraft nodded in agreement, "You guys go to bed early, and Coop and I will take turns keeping watch tonight. Don't worry, I always have plenty of energy."