"What do you mean?" Green's expression only fluctuated for a moment. When the light of the hay fire shone on his face, the tight wrinkles had been smoothed away.
He pulled a chair from the desk and placed it next to the holy symbol. He sat down and used his body to block the thing enshrined below. He pointed at the other one and motioned for the other party to change to a more relaxed posture before talking.
The visitor did not refuse. He pressed the armrest and placed himself on the chair. As he moved, water droplets kept seeping and dripping from the corners of his trousers. They were squeezed out from the gaps in the shoe uppers and gathered into a puddle under his feet.
In response to the priest's rhetorical question, he did not answer, but continued to wear that unobvious stereotyped smile. The muscles that raised his upper lip twitched slightly because he was always in a state of tension, and his pupils looked at the priest between the long canthus of his eyes.
In the wrestling-like stare-down, Greene was the first to lose. It wasn't because of pressure, there was nothing that could be found in those eyes, whether it was exploration, intimidation, or insight.
On the other hand, when the vision is facing a solid wall, a corner of a giant thing, it is difficult to interpret the rich emotions that an individual should have. Through the window of the soul, one can only see some huge things swimming around, obscuring other things.
thing.
There is a pain in my mind, but it is not real, but a reflection of past experiences, evoked by an inexplicable force.
Green felt that he had not completely escaped from the dream, or that something like gangrene had been brought out, residing in his soul, and would attack when he was touched.
"..."
Muttering sounded in the room.
Sandor's lips were tightly closed, maintaining the half-smiling expression, and nodded with satisfaction.
It was not an illusion. Green was sure that the other party had also heard it. It was bubbling up under a certain floor tile in the corner of the room. He tried his best to control the urge to look sideways, which would reveal his lack of understanding and preparation for this.
So he just twisted his body slightly, changed his posture, and at the same time quietly moved his center of gravity so that he could turn around and retrieve the sword when necessary.
"You heard it." The monk confirmed, sitting upright and rigid. This sitting posture will cause pain in the lower back and numbness of the legs and feet when standing up. It seems that he doesn't care at all and did not notice Green's dangerous little adjustment.
"The sound over there, the sound of it."
"What is 'it'?" Despite the risks, Green decided to try to get more information.
It is certain that something happened to this monk. Perhaps it was similar to what he encountered, but it was deeper and more serious, leading to mental and behavioral changes similar to what they experienced in that tomb.
But they have been gone for a while, and logically speaking, the impact should gradually fade as the distance in space and time increases.
"You've seen it, we've all seen it." Unwavering fanaticism, blindness like a moth chasing the light. Logical thinking, values, harm-avoidance instinct, nurture and innate shaping of people are being washed away, and he
been reshaped.
I have to admit that what is in front of me is no longer the person from the past, but a controlled body, a zombie with a soul.
"Is it what we saw in the tomb?"
"Of course not." The monk denied Green's guess and showed self-contradictory hesitation, "No, that's it too."
"They are all it...but it is bigger, much bigger than this." He opened his arms and waved them randomly, referring to some kind of indescribable and immeasurable volume, which was more magnificent than the church where he was.
"But it's not enough."
"not enough?"
"Yes, it's still a little short, we can go there first." The smile became thicker, as if standing in front of the gate of heaven, the holy words were already in the ears, and as long as they took one more step, they would reach the realm of bliss. "They also have to
past."
The doubts are deepening. In Green's understanding, this seems to refer to another group of people, "Who are 'them'?"
Sandor stood up from his chair, which heightened the tension in the room, and Green was ready to strike before he made any suspicious moves.
However, he just bypassed Green, walked straight to the window, and pushed open the window leaf.
The gentle breeze brought the dunling night indoors. Most of the city had fallen asleep, but it was not completely silent. There were always sounds coming from far or near, including a patrolling team in the square below, and a banquet performance somewhere nearby.
, wheel hubs and shoes were knocked on the stone road, showing that this is a living city.
A few lights adorned the night rain, and the river port on the Teme River was still in operation. From their location, the silhouettes of docked ships could be seen.
These commonplace things make people feel extremely reassuring at this time, even more so than the protection of churches and sacred scriptures.
Sandor just stood in front of the window, saying nothing, and his expression was unclear on the backlit face.
"them."
He repeated, with a trembling smile in his voice, as if something was stirring his vocal cords, playing a weird happy tune.
"Who are they?" Green felt that it was harder to understand these people than he thought. Perhaps their language function had been burned out along with their logical ability, and they were unable to formulate words more complex than these short and mysterious sentences.
Perhaps because he felt that he had expressed himself very clearly, Sandor did not answer and continued on by himself.
"It is the door, it is the answer, it is the path to the end of pain and misfortune."
Seemingly due to psychological suggestion, the pain intensified, and Green felt restless. The pain was a mixture of physical and mental pain, like the dark claustrophobia of being trapped in a windowless room. After intensifying countless times, it gained a physical form.
into the mind.
What follows is a sense of relief. I instinctively feel that as long as I follow the guidance of this feeling, I can obtain permanent release. It is a soft quilt wrapping the body, a vast space for the indulgence of the soul, and an aggregation of thousands of voices.
It's some kind of charming white light.
Green tried to bite his tongue until the taste of blood filled his mouth. The pain at the tip of his tongue was nothing to mention among the painful memories it evoked.
But that feeling only lasted for a short time. When he recovered from the chaos, Brother Sandor was still standing at the window, as if attracted by the night scene outside.
"You need some guidance, monk." Green stood up silently and put his hand on his sword. "There is a monastery three days away from Dunling. The environment is very good. I will send you to live there for a while."
"No need, Father, I'm fine."
"It's not up to you." Green has already thought about the resistance and handling methods he may encounter next. The next step is to control this guy and send him to a mountain monastery to be locked up for ten and a half days. Maybe he will get better.
Sandor did not turn around, nor did he intend to make any drastic move. He allowed the person behind him to approach slowly, "You don't seem to want to go yet, but it doesn't matter. Everyone has a chance."
"When it comes, no matter you, me, or them, they will be included in it." He spread his arms and embraced the night view in the entire window, overlooking the sleeping and ignorant city.
"If you add these, it will be enough."
"Those who deserve to go to hell!" Green finally understood what "they" were referring to. It was not clear whether it was the cold or the anger that urged him to take action. He rushed forward, pushed Sandor to the ground, and called the night watch team.
Before he was taken away, the unsettling stiff smile remained etched on his face, like an ominous mask worn by an evil wizard when he made a prophecy.