"Silence!" Green solemnly stopped the monk who was about to burst out crying at any time and thanked Heavenly Father for his blessing. Seeing the sun again only made him relax for a moment, and then he became redoubled in vigilance.
Due to his profession, he often travels around Dunling to communicate with local preachers who are extremely sensitive to the flow of information. This also allows him to see more large and small churches than ordinary people.
And this one is obviously not an ordinary church. It uses the same glass splicing technology as the Notre Dame Cathedral to create large mosaic windows, but the internal space is not large, or rather limited.
This means that it is not suitable for large crowds to gather, and it is of high importance. It is often found in some private areas and is used for important internal ceremonies.
Through the dusty glass, the movement of the sculpture standing in the open space outside the church looked particularly familiar.
"That sculpture, is it..." Kraft was still a little unsure whether it was what he thought. After all, no one could guarantee that there wouldn't be two similar sculptures in such a big city.
They quietly leaned to the window, wiped away the dust on the small piece of glass, and looked out.
Not far away, large golden-red ripples like thin scales shimmered, and a huge gloomy building could be seen in the distance across the bank, with thick shadows pouring on the water.
Now they could finally determine their location. They entered from the cemetery in the new city, passed through half of the city underground, and when they came out, they actually arrived at the Knights Island Church in the middle of the Teme River, opposite the Notre Dame Cathedral in the old city.
The place where the oldest and darkest secrets are sealed is only half a river away from the horizontal distance from Heavenly Father’s earthly residence.
For hundreds of years, when the church tower keeper rings the copper bell every day, perhaps the chaotic thing deep underground is quietly dormant, listening to the sound passing through the water waves and river bed rock formations, and the rusty iron shell resonates with it.
"It doesn't seem good."
After lamenting the strangeness of the world, Kraft first thought of some more practical issues.
The place they were at was the Knights Island Church, the royal mausoleum, and they also overturned the coffins of unknown royal relatives, and learned some secrets that no one would want to spread.
First of all, eliminate the option of walking out in a big way, which is no different from committing suicide.
Even professors who are not very sensitive to this can understand that almost no one can be trusted now. The position of the church's senior leaders has suddenly changed from unclear to dangerous. At least the current archbishop must know part of the inside story.
Even the people in the team are not trustworthy, and it is impossible to predict what a few mentally unstable people will do.
But if there are one or two less, the probability of accidents will be much smaller. Kraft has reason to guess that when Green was rubbing the hilt of his sword under his clothes in the tomb, he thought of some more extreme but more thorough solutions, but various considerations
prompting him to give up the idea.
Since it is impossible to solve the problem once and for all, we can only rely on everyone to keep the secret.
Of course, the premise is that they can leave here secretly, as if they had never been here.
Although it is not an important military location, as a place where major royal ceremonies are held and a cemetery, it is by no means without caretakers.
It is not impossible to bypass a few sentries, but there is still a river dozens of meters wide. To get ashore quietly is no less difficult than sneaking in an empty church square.
"Professor Kraft, can you and your students know how to swim?"
Yvonne nodded affirmatively. She grew up in a port city. Compared with the seawater in Port Solace, which is often disturbed by cold currents, the Teme River is simply a docile cream soup.
Kraft was a little hesitant. His swimming skills were limited to "unsinkable". Most of them came from small rivers near the town and deep water areas of swimming pools. If he was well prepared, swimming up to dozens of meters would not be a problem, but he was dragging some items with him.
Say something else.
"We sometimes look over here from the heights of the church, but we don't see many guards. It's not difficult to avoid them." Green took off his cumbersome outer robe and sifted through the package for discardable items.
"But after that, we need to swim through it, and certainly not now."
"Get ready." He didn't ask any more questions and announced his decision as a matter of course, "Let's push the coffin back first and wait until dark before launching it into the water."
"Night? Swimming?" Craft objected decisively. He looked around and found that he seemed to be the only one who had doubts about swimming in unfamiliar waters at night.
What? Am I the only one?
Green belatedly realized that the professor's silence was not acquiescence, but a real difficulty, "I remember you said that your hometown is very close to the seaside."
"Do you really think anyone would like to practice swimming in the seawater where broken ice can drift for half a year in Wendeng Port?" Kraft tried to make them understand that not all places near water will automatically produce people with good water skills.
The temperature in the north will not screen out genes capable of winter swimming, but will only screen out genes that prefer winter swimming from the gene pool.
The priest provided an emergency solution. He gathered all the jars he had brought, poured out the grease, and tied and wrapped them into a floating object. This way, even a person who could only kick his legs could float ashore with this thing.
They rested for a while in the church. The sun gradually disappeared into the jagged skyline of the city. The shadows on the river gradually expanded, dispersed into the entire water body, and rose into the sky.
Scattered firelights lit up on the island, revealing the location of the sentries. They were few in number. Most of them were located on the edge of the island in the middle of the river. Perhaps normal people would not consider the possibility of intruders coming out of the guarded target.
For a professional team, it is easy to find a gap in the water during sparse patrols.
In the darkness, the team successfully landed on the other side using the building lights as a guide. The first thing Kraft did when he landed was to check the samples and black liquid in his belongings to confirm that they were still properly sealed.
"I have to go back to the underground camp as soon as possible. If the people left behind don't see us again, they may go back and ask for help." Green's thinking is very clear. The top priority is to control the news to the minimum scope to prevent it from spreading upwards.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "As for today's story, let's just say that we got lost in the fork below, walked straight up, and came out of a sinkhole in a certain suburb.
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He thought for a moment and then rejected this statement, "No...this cannot be explained."
The team lost one man, abandoned armor and overly heavy objects during the ferry, and sank to the bottom of the Temu River. It looked like a failed encounter.
Kraft suggested: "Let's just say we encountered something and managed to escape through another exit after abandoning our weight."
"Then what did we encounter?"
"No, I mean, suffice it to say that we encountered 'something'. Something indescribable and irresistible, chasing us through the complex sewer network, scaring a group of mortals into abandoning their armor.
Don’t choose the right path in a panic.”
The description is perfunctory and vague, but surprisingly realistic, "Don't go into too many details. Even if it reaches the ears of someone who knows part of the inside story, his imagination will naturally help perfect 'certain things'."
"Okay." The priest poured out the water from his boots and put them on again. "I will find a deep enough suburban sewer opening to deal with it. No one else will be willing to search in depth anyway."
"Then let's part ways." Kraft nodded with satisfaction, feeling a little chilled by the night breeze by the river. "There are a lot of things to do now. I guess we won't see each other for a while. We'll see you when there is progress."
Notified you."
"What do you mean?" Green expressed doubts at the right time. It sounded as if Kraft was planning to withdraw temporarily, "We haven't found that group of people yet."
In the handbook I got, it was clearly written that there was another group of pagans, probably the main group, who "went down".
"Where are you going to find them?" Craft asked, "And you don't think they can come back, do you?"
Based on long-standing experience, the consequences of being too involved in deep stuff can be basically divided into several stages:
The first is accidental contact. If you realize there is something beyond common sense, if you run fast and far, you have a high probability of getting rid of it.
If you are still unable to escape from it, or you simply take the initiative to delve into it, you will enter the second step and gradually approach the center of the vortex. The turbulent undercurrent will become faster and stronger, and it will be a foregone conclusion that you will be pulled into the bottom of the water.
Those who are lucky enough to survive in the second stage will most likely find that they have changed in some aspects. These changes can be manifested in the body and spirit, and are extremely confusing, like receiving divine enlightenment after experiencing a test, which makes people
It creates the illusion that "I am the chosen one" and "I am special".
This has entered the third stage. The derivatives of deep influence are almost irresistible. They will more or less use it to interpret it from their own perspective. Most of the time, the direct product of these behaviors is some unnatural
Paganism of power.
There is a huge gap between the upper and lower limits of this step. It can affect the entire kingdom, ranging from heretical beliefs hidden in the southern hills and Westminster Forest.
But for now, all the cases seen will slip into the fourth stage. People picking up gifts from low tide on the beach will go further and further away, inevitably disappearing into the tide, and realize that the previous "special gift" is only a short-lived one.
Accident.
This group of people has almost reached the fourth stage now. They are probably in the company of God knows what in some dark place, or simply become a part of it.
"Just treat them as if they opened the door to hell and jumped in. You can't follow them to find anyone." Kraft already felt a little cold, and I believe Yvonne did too. It would be best to return to the fire as soon as possible to change the situation.
Set of dry clothes.
"As for the royal cemeteries and those things underground, believe me, the best thing to do is not deal with them. They have been down there for so long, and it is not impossible for them to stay there for hundreds of years."
Now, Kraft is more concerned about the harvest of this trip. The living samples in the package are tapping against the wall of the bottle, emitting an alluring crisp vibration. He is also very interested in the almost resurrecting power.