The team stayed in the village for two days to do the aftermath work, that is, after burning it completely, they finally chose to remove a piece from the desecrated mural as proof of the results of their trip.
As for those bodies, they were all smashed into pieces and burned together with the houses they once lived in. No one had the idea of keeping any souvenirs. What they needed was not to show their bravery or to display this experience, but to completely forget it and turn it into something that will never be forgotten.
The ashes of the past may appear in front of you again.
Especially the circular-like destruction area that appeared out of thin air, scattered with things similar to those that appear when the kitchen is processing stuffing. It came from some familiar things and was formed after chaotic tearing and cutting.
The departure went very smoothly. Only four days later, they returned to the manor, retrieved their riding horses, and left the forest far behind.
However, until they can see the foot of the Twin Towers of Westminster, most people's spirits have never left the village. They have always stepped on the colorful and gorgeous fungus carpet, unable to step on a reassuring ground.
.
Frequently, people wake up in the middle of the night, waving their hands to fight off non-existent enemies, or staring for a long time at anything that retains color in the dark night during vigil.
Miraculously, they completed the task within the scheduled time. It took less than two weeks in total, and they just spent the expected investigation time on other things.
Martin had been looking at the castle from time to time since he arrived at the foot of the mountain. He breathed a long sigh of relief and rode closer to Kraft.
"It's okay."
"Why do you say that?"
"The warning sentry on the wall has not changed, and there has been no change in the castle, at least not much." He pointed to a few small black dots moving slowly behind the wall stacks. Considering the length of the city wall, this number of people was indeed
A bit sparse.
"I hope so. Let us hurry up and deal with the remaining hidden dangers while they are still hidden dangers." Kraft weighed the pendant in his hand. Under the strong sunlight, the red and black inlay in the center was visible.
Rough and dull.
At the unnoticed core, only by folding your hands can you see an imperceptible ray of red light. It is like the last stubborn charcoal in the village, unwilling to be extinguished, and always burning with a restless consciousness.
"Hasn't that thing gone dark yet?"
"Not yet, that's what I'm worried about." Kraft held it in his fist, leaving a small hole for observation. The light was much duller than in the forest, but it has not changed since he left.
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"What...is still following us?" This thought made Martin shudder, and the feeling of soft fungus brushing against his back seemed to come from behind and entangle him.
Kraft shook his head and stuffed the pendant into his pocket, "It doesn't look like it. Don't take the explanations of those pagans as the truth. Their understanding and summary of this come from limited observations and previous contributions."
"After being distorted by belief, it has changed beyond recognition. If you copy it and interpret it, you may sometimes come to completely opposite conclusions."
"So you're saying don't worry, maybe it's just the way it's supposed to be?"
"You can say that." Kraft, who wanted to explain that this was not his intention, did not argue, but chose a comforting statement, which was exactly what Martin needed now.
He couldn't say that after several days of repeated scanning with his mental senses, he still couldn't find the thing that caused the pendant to glow. After all, it was still biological material, and it was normal for something to go wrong after leaving those giant mushrooms.
This knight's mental condition is not optimistic. If he is tortured by an invisible and intangible concept, problems will arise sooner or later.
The worried Martin opened the gate, and the exhausted team was unexpectedly told that the main gate was not open during the day these days. Just when they were about to argue, a somewhat familiar guard brought a summons order, instructing the leading knight and Kraft to rest as soon as possible.
Prepare.
He refused to answer why the person who came was not the chamberlain representing the Duke's will, and at the same time conveyed his apology and bad news.
Although he was mentally prepared for being taken on yet another unfamiliar road, Kraft still felt cramping pain in the left sternum border when he heard the beginning, which radiated to his left shoulder in a standard manner.
"Professor Kraft, because of unavoidable but unpreventable problems, your disciple..." The guard carefully observed Kraft's expression and noticed that the latter was in a bad mood, "He is not fully protected in the castle.
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"She is currently in good health, but she still needs to stay in bed for a while. The Duke asked me to convey my apologies to you. This accident has caused the castle to lose an important member, and everyone is in mourning."
"She is... forget it, take me there and I will see for myself." Taking a deep breath to suppress his emotions, Kraft tried his best to calm down and urged the guard to skip the meaningless conversation.
Here, no matter how professional the description is, it is better to see it with your own eyes. He even had the illusion that he was an anxious family member. He followed the nurse who came to inform him of the critical condition and climbed up the escalators in the building where the elevator was occupied by the emergency gurney.
Climb.
This was the first time for him to experience this kind of thing. As for "no serious health problems", Kraft imagined many scenarios in an instant, including being unconscious, losing consciousness, or at least a severe mental stimulation.
But after opening the door, what he saw was Yin Feng lying half on the bed with her pillow on her pillow, covering her mouth and coughing lightly, and the maid was helping her open a heavy book.
Seeing Kraft's arrival, she picked up a stack of copy papers and planned to turn over. It seemed that the pain in her back and neck prevented this reckless movement. This showed relatively good mobility, and the limited mobility was due to pain rather than functional impairment.
"I saw this."
Pulling out the last page, the girl showed Kraft that she had exceeded the target and seemed to be in good spirits. This attitude towards learning was simply embarrassing.
According to the attendant's explanation, she fell down and injured her back in an accident that cannot be discussed outside. After enduring the pain for a period of time, she was found and rescued during the daytime the next day. All that can be said now is, "It was an internal accident."
The attack broke out."
Needless to say, Kraft glanced at the guy who "left a part on purpose" and did not choose to blame him. No one could predict this kind of thing before it happened. Strictly speaking, it was due to his own lack of consideration.
"When you feel unwell, rest more. As for these things, you have all the time, there is no need to rush." The first impression was not a big problem, so he felt relieved. It was unfortunate that he suffered some recoverable trauma in such an incident.
Of great luck.
It's just that this student was a little too obedient. He still insisted on studying under such circumstances, which made him wonder whether his education was too strict and gave him the wrong impression of being inflexible.
Yin Feng nodded quietly as usual to show his understanding, lowered his head and coughed twice.
"Well, let's lie down on your back first. I need to check if there is any nerve damage." Holding Yin Feng's back, slowly taking off the pillow, Kraft laid the girl's body flat. Seeing that she was a little confused, he took the initiative to explain
, "That's what controls body movement, you'll learn that later."
It seemed that the saliva flowed back due to the change in body position. Yin Feng's breathing was interrupted for a moment, and he coughed again. The degree was not serious, but based on experience, it was a pathological wet cough with inflammatory phlegm slightly lower than the throat.
The vigilance caused by escaping from the spore cloud broke out. Kraft reached into his pocket and took out the tongue depressor to check his throat. "It seems like there is a respiratory infection? It can't be pneumonia, right?"
He had just returned from a business trip, and there were no regular items in his empty pocket. He subconsciously took out the only item, the pagan pendant.