The dizziness passed away in a flash without causing any waves. People who are not very sensitive may not feel what happened.
Wadin rushed forward to help Green who slipped, lifted him to a chair, slapped his shoulders and called the priest's name. The latter almost passed out and had no way of knowing exactly what he heard, but it must have been terrible.
The monks who sensed an emergency here came to investigate and thought it was some sudden summer syncope. They sent someone to fetch some ice wine from the cellar and tried to give it to the patient.
Kraft prevented the reckless act of choking the liquid into his trachea and insisted on waiting until Green regained consciousness before letting him drink some.
It took the priest a few minutes to fully recover. He pressed his ears with lingering fear, but his reaction to the sound was still a little slow.
Although he was still a little shaken when he stood up, he insisted that he was fine, sent away the monk who came to help, took the two of them to the room on the top floor of the monastery, and locked the door.
"We must return to Dunling immediately."
Looking out the window, the lush green stretches peacefully to the horizon, as if nothing has changed. But he clearly knows that in the city on the other side of the line, something unexpected has happened.
"What did you hear?" Kraft did not rush to agree. On the contrary, he believed that this was the last time Green should go back.
I don't know why, but Green's influence seems to have increased significantly.
"The sound, the sound coming over there." Green's voice was much higher than usual, but he didn't notice it at all. It was in line with the behavior after being hit by a loud sound, "It's different from before."
He looked as if he had just woken up from a nightmare and was about to wake up. "It was as if there were people standing in the square, maybe even more, shouting into their ears."
"Like when we faced that thing in the tomb?"
"It's very similar, but more serious. It can't be described. You can only hear the sound, they are..." The wandering eyes revealed that he was stuck in unconscious thinking, and through intuition or someone
This kind of forced thoughts is approaching the answer.
A visible chill swept through Greene, and his body shivered instinctively in the hot weather. Unimaginable, irresistible power emerged without warning when he thought everything was about to end, mocking the self-righteousness of mortals.
The warmth in the sunlight was mysteriously leaving him, the ceiling seemed to be dripping, and a chaotic and vague call echoed in the small space.
The lips of the two figures in front of me were opening and closing, and they were talking about something. It was like there was a thick barrier between them, making it difficult to hear the specific details.
It seemed that he had crossed the limits of space and time and returned to a certain place. The endless coldness isolated him from the normal world, and the darkest memories rushed to the surface like a school of fish lacking oxygen before a rainstorm.
After a short period of eerie silence like taking a deep breath, thousands of different human voices exploded in it, drowning out all sounds.
【You come!】
He saw suffocating rain clouds as cast as lead, surging water in the valleys, and living creatures glowing with white light swimming among them.
They are not hunting someone or something, but migrating in a unified direction.
"They're calling me over!" The extreme pain shot from his forehead straight into his skull, lasting for a moment or a lifetime.
Instinctively, I want to go somewhere, and the direction has been memorized in my mind. There is no reason, I just feel that I must get there and join it, so as to have a chance to end the endless pain and fear, and return to eternal tranquility.
His hands and feet moved unconsciously, but they were suppressed by something.
"Green, Green!" a voice called, this time it was very familiar.
Then the dripping water from the ceiling above his head turned into water splashing down, covering his face, neck and collar. He reflexively wanted to stand up and fight back, but a real stinging sensation immediately hit his cheeks on both sides.
"Wake up! Damn it, don't follow it!"
There were two figures in front of him, one holding a water glass, and the other with blond hair raising his hands. It seemed that he was ready to continue using physical awakening methods at any time depending on the situation.
The out-of-focus vision regrouped and brought consciousness back to the well-lit room.
"What's wrong with me?"
"I had memory impairment afterwards, it was delirium." The speaker stretched out his hand and gestured in front of his eyes, "How many fingers?"
"Two?"
"Do you remember where you are? Who are we?" the man continued to ask.
"Uh... Cobre Abbey." This time he thought for a moment before giving the answer, "Professor, Wardin? What's wrong with me?"
"It's not bad, there doesn't seem to be a big problem with orientation." Kraft tried to let go of his hand. Green didn't resist like before, but was confused like he was waking up from a dream.
This is not a good sign, it means that the intensity of the source of influence has crossed the physiological and mental tolerance red line, reaching a level that will be temporarily forgotten by the self-protection mechanism.
If the source of the influence is really Dunling, I can't even imagine what happened.
"I have to go back to Dunling as soon as possible." The two words are densely populated and deeply affected. Putting these two words together makes it difficult to sit still.
"Bring me a horse and I'll go back with you today." Green shook his head and tried to get out of the chair, but was pushed back again.
"Why?"
"I have to go back, just today."
"Why?" Kraft asked for the second time, "You should understand that you are already deeply affected, and continuing to get closer will only help you more and more."
"But I must..." The priest's voice became smaller and smaller, but his eyes sharpened, and the fog in his eyes gradually dissipated.
"Is this part of the impact?"
"Frankly speaking, I'm not sure. But the best option is for you to continue to stay here, or to hide further away, leave what you have to do to Wadin, and remember to send us letters every day."
Judging from clinical manifestations, Green has entered the second stage of deep contact - inevitably being drawn deeper.
Ideally, more attention should be paid to patients like this, but now that opportunity is gone, Kraft needs to return to Dunling as soon as possible to figure out what is going on there, and then pray that Green can handle it on his own during this time
This part of the problem.
After thinking twice, he took out a small lead bottle from his inner pocket and handed it to the other party, and stopped the priest from opening it in front of him.
This thing reminded Green of the "abnormal reminder bottle" he had received. After shaking it, there was only the sound of a pebble rolling inside, instead of the sound of sand grains rubbing against each other.
"Is this your new device for measuring 'impact'? How to use it, or listen to the sound?"
"It's for measuring, but I didn't make it, and I only have one in my hand for now, so don't lose it."
Kraft was not sure whether it was a wise decision to give this thing to Green, after all, its judgment mechanism was very unfavorable to him, but he felt that he should take some simple professional responsibility for Green's life safety.
He stopped Green's hand that was curiously trying to pull out the bottle cork, "Open it when you think something might be wrong. If you feel it is right, the contents inside will glow red. The brighter the light, the more serious the situation is. Do you understand?"
"I understand, but why can't I open it now? There is a limit on the number of times?"
"I don't know, and this is the only one, so please only open it when necessary." Kraft emphasized, "Stay here, or further away from Dunling, until we figure out what happened.