When Kraft came to the cemetery again, the monk on duty almost recognized him as an unrelated person who had entered the cemetery by mistake.
This group does not look like the people who should be here. It looks more like they are going out for a hike with their children, preparing to find a suitable lawn to spread out tablecloths and drinks and snacks. In fact, they actually brought food, and baked sweets floated out of the package.
of burnt aroma.
The other party handed him a small bag. The monk was already prepared to refuse it if it contained coins, but it was a biscuit that was still warm, so it would be a bit rude not to accept it.
"It's not a good idea to come empty-handed. I think it might be better to bring some sweets." The professor led the girl past the outer guard and walked deeper into the cemetery.
It feels like taking a junior to someone else's office to make trouble, but this office is somewhat special.
Yvonne followed behind, wearing clothes that were convenient for movement, looking at the surrounding environment with a little curiosity. Although she didn't say anything, she could feel that she was in a rare good mood, and it was more of a subtle change in her mental state.
Like the red-hot light radiating faintly from a dry firewood pile, the change has been ignited.
She walked briskly through the grassy paths, stopping from time to time to listen to some fleeting sound, or kicking away stones in front of her boots as she passed by, showing the high energy she should have at this age.
The physical strength is being transformed into spiritual strength, as if the new carapace after molting has been abandoned, glowing with a luster visible to the naked eye.
"To be honest, it might be a bit scary to have dead people accumulated here over the past hundred years buried down there." To be responsible, Kraft reminded him again, but he didn't expect it to be of much use.
"I'm ready." Yvonne responded by lighting the lantern like him, and the grease-soaked wick illuminated the steps in front of the underground entrance.
Nothing can stop a raging flame, except that it burns others, and there is no possibility of it voluntarily retreating.
"Okay, then follow me closely. There are many forks in the road and it's easy to get lost." The two lights disappeared into the darkness one after another.
"We are going to pass through one of the largest underground cemeteries in Dunling and enter the other side of the city, which is a deep sewer network that is no more simple than the ground structure."
Different from the usual easy-going and friendly attitude, the doctor's attitude is very serious. This only appears in a few cases, which means that he is not sure enough about the matter. "A group of pagans, maybe the ones you met before, regard the following as a secret."
nest."
"Of course, that's not the point. The point is that they are coming into contact with something...another world. I know it's hard to understand. You can understand it as a place very similar to where we live, but much worse.
Where there are many, there is a mirror full of malice.”
Yellowed bones surrounded them, and what Kraft was telling us was more terrifying than the remains left to rot in a lightless place.
A chill that was as incomprehensible as those words clung to the back of her neck, and the girl felt that some kind of hypothermic atmosphere was forming along with the narration, as if this narration alone established a connection between her and that world.
She looked at her mentor with a little confusion in her eyes. Kraft seemed to be talking a lot more today.
"My grandfather obtained honor and land from the battlefield when he was young, but he always wanted me to develop in the direction of a scholar, even though the family lineage did not show any talent in this area at that time, and it could even be said to be the exact opposite."
"So many people, including me, are not willing to accept his idea. What is a martial noble who has lost his martial spirit?"
The confusion in Yvonne's eyes deepened, causing her to ignore her surroundings to a certain extent and shift her attention from those bones to seemingly unrelated topics.
"But maybe everyone sooner or later finds something similar to their ancestors in themselves. I'm beginning to understand him now. The more people have experienced certain things, the less they want their descendants to embark on the same path."
"They lack a deep understanding of the real situation. This kind of understanding cannot be obtained except for personal experience, and no one can guarantee that they will escape unscathed after participating in it. By then, the price has been paid, and various factors are coercing people to move forward, which may not necessarily
There will be a way out."
"This is an unsolvable contradiction and a repetitive cycle. The earliest I hope is that after a few years of basic study, you will gradually start to get involved in medicine or other subjects of interest. In the future, you will work in a certain college, at least in Woodland.
——At that time, no one will question my ideas."
"So today is?" Yvonne asked tentatively. The professor said it very far, but it was basically what she imagined: according to the path he arranged, no matter how far you go, there will always be a seat named Kraft above your head.
tall buildings shaded.
"The trends so far have proven that we can only play a guiding role at most, but cannot forcefully change facts and other people's wishes."
"You have entered that world and brought back something that cannot be removed - of course I know of its existence. Before starting, I would like to ask one last time, are you really willing to come into contact with it and bear any consequences?"
The pronunciation of the word "any" is emphasized, "I mean any worst thing you have ever seen or imagined, including death."
"Isn't it impossible to imagine?" Yvonne found a logical problem.
"Indeed, but it's good to remember today's answer when you regret it." At this moment, Kraft seemed to rewind to the time when he asked her about her future aspirations in Solace Harbor, and his tone became more relaxed.
Skeletons piled on the walls and arranged in simple patterns decorated the road as if it were leading to hell. The deeper you go, the narrower and more difficult it becomes to pass.
"So far, I can still look back. Think about it, in the future, others may call you Dr. Yvonne, a lecturer, a professor, etc. You work in a comfortable indoor environment every day and accept the thanks of patients."
The professor stopped in the middle of the path paved with broken bones, lowered his lantern and turned it around under his feet to highlight the presence of the dead.
Something darker, something more deviant from the normal world under the sun, waits below.
To be honest, Yvonne was really stunned for a while. Her silence was not because she was thinking, but because she was simply frightened by Kraft's attitude that she had never seen before. It was worse than meeting those groups of mushroom bodies that would climb on the mountain road.
Accident.
The intermittent whispers suddenly fell into complete silence, and there seemed to be a gathering of substantial gazes, forming an inexplicable resistance.
She felt that she should think more about it, but found that this process had been completed a long time ago.
When looking back at the impressions of the world in her short life, her memory contained a large number of different faces, each with different intentions and emotions, operating according to boring rules that she understood but had no idea why, seeking sensory or spiritual satisfaction.
But she just felt boring and painful.
They are different, yet essentially the same, trapped within a set of rules that bring about painful entrapment. Like embers floating from a fire, without any discernible characteristics, they quickly and meaninglessly extinguish.
【This is meaningless】
This made her feel suffocated, more so than the pain of sinking in a long dream that she couldn't remember.
She wanted something that could escape it all, even for a moment.
Yvonne walked forward, the bones crunching under her feet, pushing away the darkness and invisible resistance until she stood next to Kraft again.
The latter did not make any comments and just continued to lead the way down.
After a long walk that I couldn’t remember how long, a strange-smelling fresh air blew from the front.
They turned from the side road and entered an inconspicuous stone room. The dozen or so people sitting around looked at them and subconsciously touched the weapons.
"Good morning, I'm looking for Father Green." Kraft greeted him indifferently, turning sideways to let the monks see that he was not alone.
"I brought a student here for internship, Yvonne. I believe someone already knows her. I hope you can help take care of her. In addition, I also brought some cookies with honey. Does anyone want to eat?"