It was already the next morning when Kraft saw Green.
The latter was sitting on a coffin, leaning against a small bonfire, with his sticky hair dripping and white steam rising from the folds of his clothes.
The mop-like shape is half reassuring. At least you can sit on the coffin instead of lying in it.
It was obvious that some kind of emergency had occurred last night, and the situation had deteriorated to a point where it couldn't get any worse in a short period of time, forcing the people who were supposed to be in charge of the camp to go out in person.
And the most important thing is that he not only has the courage to go out, but also the ability to come back. This is rare, valuable and gratifying.
After all, not all church members are willing to be accommodating. If this bond is lost, cooperation that is limited to verbal agreement is equivalent to a complete breakdown.
Not seeing the deceased, and the priest didn't seem like the kind of person who would sit on his companion's coffin, Kraft calmed down and stepped forward to say hello.
As soon as he got closer, Green, who was in a drowsy state, quickly put his hand on the hilt of his sword and turned to look.
His mental state was not commensurate with his excessive sensitivity and alertness. He first subconsciously came to the conclusion of safety and relaxed his fingers. It took a few seconds to identify the identity of the person.
"Ah, Professor." Father Green took a deep breath, awakened himself from the state of chaos, and reached out to stop the professor from finding a position on the coffin board. "You came later than you thought."
"Then can you imagine that I set out at dinner time last night? Not everyone can dare to try again after being ambushed on a rainy night."
The keyword "attack?" effectively stimulated the nerves, and Green's eyes sharpened.
"Pagans, I suspect we have been noticed a long time ago. Most of them have stayed forever, but your people have also suffered losses." Speaking of the monks who passed away last night, Kraft expressed deep regret, "Please have your condolences.
"
Green didn't appear particularly excited, or his reaction was contained in a brief suffocation, and he seemed a little slow to this shocking news.
"The Heavenly Father will accept their souls and ascend to the blessed kingdom." Turning the hilt of the sword with his fingers, the weak flames reflected an oxidized fuzzy yellowish glow through the two-winged guards. His eyesight unconsciously turned with the light spot until it disappeared.
Shadows under the pile of broken pottery.
"They just went there first and waited for us to complete our obligations before getting together."
He stared blankly at the complex shadow that swallowed up the faint spot of light, and suddenly added, "The church is responsible for taking care of what they have left in the world, their reputation, property, and family."
The professor wisely did not disturb him and allowed Green to immerse himself in this state, as if praying or persuading himself.
The lingering fear, sorrow, aimless fear and resentment appeared in turn in the changes in his expression, ready to be expressed. But with the smooth prayers that seemed to be engraved on the tongue, they were gradually smoothed away from the face.
In this way, he seemed to have found some kind of fulcrum again, or received temporary anesthesia. A few minutes later, the tired but calm priest came back.
"Tell me about the attacks you encountered."
"It's hard to describe in one word." How can one describe this? On the way, I met the heretic who ran the Namami Flying Blade?
"Unlike a trained person, most of them would be easy to deal with. What's worse is that one of them performed some kind of, um... 'pagan evil trick' that just doesn't make sense.
s things."
Kraft found a term that he thought might be more suitable for communication and observed the other party's attitude.
At this point, what will happen next will inevitably involve deeper issues, and different people's attitudes toward cognitive subversion often cannot be inferred from ordinary impressions. They range from collapse on the spot, to an outbreak of despair, morbid craving, etc., which is difficult to predict.
"Abnormalities, or abnormal phenomena? I think what you are talking about is this, a special word used to describe things that cannot be explained clearly, such as..."
Green stopped mid-sentence because he found someone looking at him with a look of surprise, as if he was looking at something strange.
"Why, am I like the kind of person who has only touched scriptures in his life? The collection of books in a church may not be smaller than that in a university. Understanding the will of the Lord requires a wider range of knowledge than ordinary erudition." I realized that I had been trapped in a stereotype.
Impression, he pointed out the fallacy of this view without mercy.
Clergy who have reached this position have basically received education in the three subjects of grammar, logic, and rhetoric. Some will further take elective courses such as arithmetic, geometry, astronomy, church music, etc. There are also universities with profound influence from major churches for further study.
"At least you have to know how to call certain things accurately and without ambiguity."
"Sorry, prejudice always clouds the eyes of mortals." Kraft frankly admitted his mistake, but he still didn't think the priest would accept something easily.
"In short, I found something very special, something you would never expect. It may be able to get us some help. No one should be indifferent."
Unexpectedly, Green was not immediately interested. Instead, he asked a secondary question: "How many people have seen it?"
"For now, only the people you sent to inform us. What they can see is limited. I have a sense of discretion and will not let irrelevant people know things they shouldn't know."
"That's not too bad."
"Why do you say that?" From what it means, it seems that the other party is trying its best to narrow the scope of insiders, to the point of distinguishing the reliable and unreliable among "their own people".
"Because of something you would never expect."
Kraft's words were returned exactly as they were. Just when he was confused, Green stood up from the coffin and opened the cover.
Inside the coffin, which was meant to be concealed from the public, lay a reddish-brown, bloated human figure with black burn marks on the surface.
"Armor? Where did you find this thing?" The first reaction was surprise, and then instinctive regret.
"In the water channel, but I'm not sure if it's the water channel we thought." Green was so gloomy that he could squeeze out water. The emotions he had just suppressed surged out again when he saw the armor, and a feeling of acid reflux filled his throat.
Make the voice hoarse.
"To be precise, we didn't find it, but it found us. And that section of the waterway... Thinking about it now, it was as if it was spliced into a normal tunnel at that time and then withdrawn.
Walk."
It's a weird, illogical sentence. It's hard to imagine how a section of waterway can be pieced together and removed like shredded paper. But to the ears of a thoughtful person, confusion and lack of logic are its characteristics.
"Then what?"
"What does this look like to you?"
Following the pointer, Kraft's attention shifted from the faintly visible burnt substance inside the armor to the less obvious golden pattern on the breastplate, and a word that had already been on his lips blurted out.
"Sword in the Stone?!"
For a time, a lot of seemingly unrelated information was connected in series, and the dense threads were intertwined in my mind, extending in countless directions, but nothing seemed to be pointed out.
"Keep your voice down, we have to hide this." Green wanted to sew his mouth shut. Seeing that Kraft hadn't fully reacted, he pointed out his biggest worry, "No one is willing to do anything for someone who hasn't done anything."
Big deal' paganism, mixed into big trouble with the royal family, you know what I mean?"