When walking into the regular hexagonal hall, the shock caused by the ancient and grand strange shape suddenly appeared in front of them, causing everyone to selectively ignore a very obvious part, the rich moss.
"What's wrong? Did we forget anything?" A dull echo came from the other side.
"Shovel a piece of moss for me, thank you." Kraft shouted towards the crevice, and finally added, "Don't touch them with bare hands, the water here is not clean."
Wading suspected that he heard wrongly, "What?"
"A piece of moss!"
There was silence for a while in the sewer, and the firelight flickered, and they must be searching everywhere. Soon after, Wadin's doubtful voice passed through the crack and sounded again:
"There's no moss here, it's really weird... I'll go over to the hall and bring some back. What do you need moss for?"
Despite the existence of a considerable thickness of sediments, these humus did not become fertile soil for any plant growth, let alone the moss masses protruding from the brick cracks and ravines in the hall.
"Let me go there again, I just feel weird."
Kraft climbed over the rock crevice, followed Wadding's team, and came to the hall again.
Under intentional observation, this difference is no different from desert and jungle. It is just the impression that it naturally grows in a humid environment, making it difficult for people to pay attention to it.
Using a borrowed knife, I easily pried out a piece of moss with a shallow root system and placed it under the light of a torch.
The bean sprout-like stems are arranged with needle-pointed leaves, which are clustered and woven together to form a wrinkled texture like a thick knitted blanket. The reverse side grasps the mud. The color is dark green, blending with the blue and black masonry.
No matter how you look at it, this is a normal piece of moss, no different from the same kind that likes to grow with bare roots in the shade of trees or around cold spring pools.
"Is there a problem?"
"There is nothing wrong with them. The problem is why moss grows only on this side of the hall." Through the gloves, the thin leaves rubbed the leather, and water stains oozed from the squeeze between the fingers.
"Indeed, but what does that mean?" Vadin agreed with the professor. This meticulous observation reminded him of Green's style. Both men had special attention to details.
"I don't know, maybe it means you have to be careful about slipping." Kraft cut off a small piece of moss and prepared to take it away. "Just think that I am overthinking it and stay alert. Pagans may appear at any time. They are more familiar with this place.
"
"Don't worry, go back. Your clues have brought enough progress. The church will not forget this help. The next step is our work." The monk did not despise it. After saluting, he walked into the adjacent passage with a torch and walked backwards.
The water flows.
Kraft watched their backs go away from where they were, and the halo of light refracted by the water disappeared. He took one last look at the direction of the six-sided deep well that was invisible in the darkness, and turned around to leave with Coop. The second group of people missed them on the way back.
Passing by, holding a simple map with sequence numbers.
After passing through the tomb passage that had been cleared up but was still winding and difficult to navigate, the two returned to the ground.
I didn't notice the passage of time underground, and only then did I realize that the long summer day had passed. When I climbed up the spiral staircase, there was no light outside the arch.
There is a feeling of going up and down, walking into another larger enclosed space, with sparse light spots running on the dark dome, and the sharp hook-shaped slender light source casts an ominous gray-white layer on the ruins of grass.
Kraft walked quickly through the cemetery, and when he reached the door, he suddenly realized that he had overlooked a small thing that was insignificant but really affected the experience.
"These church people don't even know how to leave a carriage!"
There is nothing worse than finding out after a tiring day that there is no transportation back.
The closest place to stay now is David Clinic, which is about half a distance from the new city. I have to walk there from memory.
Considering the size of the new city, it is still late at night, which is particularly painful. The legendary investigator who tracks pagan activities and goes deep into underground ruins has to go home by himself after get off work.
"Okay, Coop, we have to walk back."
"It's not too bad, Mr. Craft, I guess you must remember the way." Coop asked for some oil from the churchman squatting by the fire pit at the door and put it in the lamp. "I used to walk at night too.
"
"Hopefully this gives you a chance to reminisce about the quieter days."
"Forget it, I like my current life better." The professor's retinue shook his head.
"At that time, I usually found some work at the dock, but I couldn't always finish it before dark, so I had to go back in the dark. As for the road in the salt tide area, ha... everyone knows what it's like.
"
The soles of their shoes hit the stone pavement, and the sound could be heard far away. The two of them walked back and forth on the deserted street.
Sometimes people suddenly realize that they have no understanding of the same kind of people around them. Even though those people have long been a familiar part of life, they have no idea what they do when they are out of sight.
And these invisible times are actually the biggest part. The experiences before they met and when they were alone are only known roughly, or even roughly based on recounting and imagination.
From this perspective, they are no different from the people who have lived in Dunling for generations. Most of them have only seen the superficial part and have no understanding of the long past.
"Even after experiencing those things?" The professor turned his neck, rubbed his itchy neck on the back of his collar, and asked seemingly casually.
When he recalled the past, the life in the country castle and the broken school days were so beautiful that he felt that the road was not very dark.
But obviously not everyone is like this, or on the contrary, he is the minority, whether it is an original soul or a visitor from another world. The views shaped by this are also different, such as Kupu, and...
.Yin Feng.
Coop thought for a while, but not for a long time, "I don't want to lie, sometimes I am really scared. That feeling reminds me of stepping into a stagnant puddle on the tidal flat when I was a child. That thing looked like an ordinary shallow water
It's no different from a depression, but as long as you step into it, it will keep sinking, from your calves to your neck."
"Later, they told me that it was the drowned ghost pulling at my ankles down there. Fortunately, someone happened to be nearby and dragged me out, but after I returned, I became seriously ill and had nightmares for a month."
"I never went to that place again after that."
It does sound terrible. Kraft thinks this metaphor is very appropriate, "Then why can you accept your current life?"
"To be honest, if you continue to stay there, it will be nothing more than another stagnant puddle. Even if it hadn't been that time, you would have died of some other disease sooner or later." The farther he went, the more clearly he could see the original vision given by his experience.
life.
"Sorry, I don't think you want to hear these complaints."
"No, I'm glad to have the opportunity to talk to you. I don't usually have many opportunities like this." Kraft raised his hand to wipe the side of his face and extended it to the back of his neck. There was some slight discomfort wandering around his body, but he couldn't find the specific details.
where.
It seems that some kind of night flying insects are attracted by the light source, and they are harassing them out of sight as if they are off the ground.
"I said that we are a whole, and only by communicating can we increase understanding. No one in the world can achieve anything alone."
Coop couldn't answer. In fact, he thought it was closer to comfort. It was difficult for Kraft to say anything negative when he was not at work.
"Having said that, if you choose to embark on the boat out of dissatisfaction with the past, if you can have a stable choice now - I mean a decent and well-paid development direction like David's, do you think it will be better?
suits you?"
In the night wind, Mr. Attendant shivered. It is true that sometimes he plays a role that does not require much thinking, but this does not mean that he is not really smart. On the contrary, his reaction speed is quite fast.
This sounded like there was something in the words, and Kraft turned his head and glanced, although his eyes were not entirely on him, but looking past him and behind him.
"I have no intention of changing anything." Kupp blurted out his answer without thinking for a second.
"Perhaps you should think about it." The facts were different from what he thought. It seemed that the professor was serious. "You have good learning ability. Although you are a little older, you may not be able to enter the college in time. My letter of introduction
It still has some weight.”
"You are joking." If Coop is to believe that he can go to college, it is better to believe that a blind man will regain his sight.
"Or I can introduce you to my grandfather. He is willing to give a knight a title to a soldier who has courage, experience, and has experienced dangerous battles. The northern border is very big, but it may be a bit difficult to open up wasteland.
.”
Coop was silent. If the former one was too absurd, the latter one hit the bullseye completely accurately, with a high degree of reality.
The dream came too suddenly. Under the most ideal situation, this is the ending of a subordinate's life. It seems that if he nods now, a piece of knight territory belonging to him will be waiting for him in the north.
"How about it? Of course you'd better continue to learn something. After all, you have too many skills to overcome. It will not be easy to learn anything when you go back to the spruce forest in the north." Kraft suggested, and this was indeed out of sincerity.
.
It's good to have someone who can get things done, but your own expectations may not necessarily match the wishes of others. Yin Feng is an example.
The question posed was like a blow to the head, and Coop was completely stunned. He followed him mechanically for a while without any relief.
Kraft was not in a hurry to answer. After moving his spine, the vague discomfort still lingered. He recalled that the last time he felt this kind of discomfort was when he came to the cemetery yesterday.
The feeling like an invisible insect is always harassing the back of the neck, even causing tiny stinging pains like bites.
Turning his head back again, Coop was lowering his head to sort out his thoughts about the explosion. On the deserted streets there was only the humid night that mixed with the water vapor of the Teme River.
【What is it?】
It's not a physical feeling, it's a mental reaction, something touches the mental senses.
It is difficult to determine the source of inaccurate synaesthesia. Kraft first ruled out the environmental factors of his location. He took the same road when he came, and it did not happen at that time.
He chose to walk a little further to see.
After a few turns, instead of getting rid of that feeling, it actually became aggravated due to intentional attention or other changes, making it slightly clearer.
The tiny itching that lingered like flying mosquitoes, pricking it, like a gourmet sniffing a dish to distinguish spices, Kraft smelled a hint of malice, too vague to be sure.
However, with contact, its direction gradually became clearer, but it was still unstable. It looked like an eye that changed its position from time to time, jumping between gaps, casting a substantial line of sight.
【Or that's it】
However, although the residential buildings on both sides are connected together, there is no connection between them. In addition, there is no hidden location.
At another corner, Kraft glanced in the general direction pretending to be unintentional. It was a closed building with the windows tightly closed. The crushed lettuce leaves in front of the door showed that someone was setting up a stall to sell vegetables here during the day.
Coop was caught off guard when he discovered that Kraft started quickly and rushed to the side of the street. The narrow street was only two or three steps away for him, and he was there in an instant.
He determined the target before taking action, stopped at one place, and stamped down hard. One end of the stone slab under his feet was tilted and reversed under the force, and the rancid and lightless sewer space was exposed to the light.
Kupu, who was a step behind, arrived with a leaf hammer and looked down. The broken vegetable leaves were soaked in the black-green water, and a few strands of sediment were swirling and settling.
"what happened?"
"Just treat it as a paranoid attack." Kraft withdrew his half-drawn sword and pushed the stone slab back into place with his feet. "By the way, what do you think?"
"Not sure." Kupp felt that he might not be as clear-cut as he thought.
"Speaking of which, I have always admired you. After all, you have saved me more than once, the earliest time was in Wendeng Port. But now, Professor Kraft, you have become one of the centers of the college. Even the Duke will send invitations.
You can get anything you want with your medical skills. Why do you need to set foot in these waterways again?"