"It's not like we haven't done anything these days. At least we built a plank road here. It's still not that convenient, but it's much easier to walk than before." Father Green led Kraft through several sentries and came to the appearance.
A scene of great change.
Torches placed every five or six steps illuminated the results of overtime work. A simple road made of wooden boards was built on the steep slope relying on wooden piles stuck in the gaps between the rocks as fulcrums.
The zigzag route has greatly improved the difficulty of going up and down, at least you can walk normally.
But the surprise is yet to come. A frame with a three-story structure is being formed on the rocky beach below, and dismantled boats are being assembled on rolling logs next to it.
"There is also a temporary dock." It could be seen that some people in the church were really frightened. The support this time was recognized by the priest, "We have built parking spots at different heights to prevent the water level from rising."
This place has become a temporary construction site, and everyone is busy with their own things. They dig out the gravel, drive the wooden piles, and nail the prepared planks to the frame.
All the things that the terminal should have are being rapidly formed with sufficient manpower and material support as preparations for exploration.
At the middle height of the steep slope, you can also see someone using local materials to build a relatively stable platform with suitable stones, and trying to install something with a rotatable mechanical mechanism on it.
A light source that is much brighter than ordinary torches is flickering, and it is a bit dazzling when it shines here.
"That's a lighthouse." Green was very satisfied with the professor's surprised expression. "People with navigation experience recommend getting this, otherwise you may lose your way at a distance of tens of meters. Now it's time to adjust the lens."
"It's not easy to get this thing. I heard that the price of such a large piece of white glass used to be worth the same weight of silver. Fortunately, it has become cheaper recently."
"ah?!"
It must be said that this level of preparation did give Kraft some confidence.
Having been exposed to so many abnormal events, this is the one with the biggest problems, but it is also the one with the best treatment. Although the church is really procrastinating when it delays, when it really gets things done, even a small amount of strength is worthy of praise.
"How do you set up these things safely?" It's not like the creatures in the lake are deaf and have no response to the clanging sounds on the shore.
"Didn't you encounter anything?"
"Yes, but we didn't catch it, and we didn't see what it was." Green pointed to a corner of the pier that was not easy to notice. The planks laid there seemed to have been torn away, and even the wooden piles dug deep into the beach were also removed.
Being pulled up and taken away.
Two armed monks were reinforcing the chassis of a thing that had the span of a Kraft's arm and should probably be called a "ballista." There was still wet moisture on the surface, as if it had just fallen into the water and been fished out again.
The last time I saw something like this was at the top of Westminster City, where it was usually placed in key towers for maintenance.
What was used was not a conventional arrow, but a ferocious, prickly short spear, which could also be said to be a harpoon, with a rope trailing behind it.
"That thing almost took a few of us away. After being shot, it pulled the crossbow and its base into the water. If the rope hadn't been chewed, we might not have been able to retrieve it."
"You fought it off?"
"It's a pity that we didn't pull it up. There will be kerosene for us then." A regretful voice came from Brother Wadding. He noticed the two people chatting on the busy construction site and leaned over and said.
"It's not difficult to shoot a glowing underwater object that's more than 30 steps away. What's difficult is how to get this thing in the water next."
"And the guys over there." He lowered his voice and glanced at the other side of the pier.
There were also some church personnel dressed similarly to them, carrying various weapons and urging the shipwrights who were assembling the ships.
It seems that the relationship between Green and them is not good. If you observe carefully, you will find that the people on the dock are vaguely divided into two groups. There is no obvious hostile behavior, but there is an invisible boundary in the middle.
"Be careful." Green stopped Wadding from talking, "I believe in Father Theodore's character. The enemies of the Father are before us, and all bitterness, anger, anger, shouting, and slander should be removed from us.
, be generous of heart, just as the Lord has forgiven us all.”
The voice of the second half of the sentence was much higher, obviously not for Wading.
Several people in the crowd over there seemed to have no expressions after hearing this through the thick fog. In the end, they didn't say anything and just continued to make preparations for the trip.
Kraft's heart sank half as he had just relaxed, and he tried to ask Greene with his eyes.
How is this going?
Who is crazy enough to arrange for two people who don't seem to be getting along well to cooperate on such a big thing?
Green shook his head slightly and said it was not a big problem. "For the sake of efficiency and safety, we mainly divided into two groups and explored in two directions at the same time."
"That is to say, it's not all the way at all." He also lowered his voice and almost only used his mouth.
"Theodore is a man of outstanding ability and a clear mind. He will not act irrationally because of personal relationships. I think the presiding judge decided to let him come after careful consideration."
"Of course, it's still a little worse than Green." Wading added with his lips pursed, and was immediately glared at.
"..."
Kraft was willing to believe Green. If he were on the opposite side, even if the two were usually at odds with each other, robbed each other of promotion opportunities, and reported academic misconduct, Green would wait until the matter was over before picking a good day to trouble him.
But I really don’t know much about “Theodore” at all. I can only hope that there are more reliable people like Green in the church.
Fortunately, the two groups of people are not going in the same direction, so they probably won't run into each other, and they may not even be able to come back.
The preparation of the ship has been basically completed, and the workers pushed the thickened ship into the water along the wooden rolling track.
Someone yelled for the simple lighthouse to turn around and shoot the light beam closer, casting a huge light spot with rough edges that swept across the water.
The crossbow gunner paid close attention to this side, adjusting his aiming direction according to the light spot, looking for any suspicious ripples in the water.
The accompanying monks sorted out their equipment for the last time, fixed the supplies with slip knots at easy-to-hand locations on the ship, and mounted empty buckets with grab ropes as life-saving supplies in the worst case scenario, although they didn't know if it really made sense.
It was almost time for them to set off. Compared to Father Theodore's team who was praying collectively, Green was more silent. Several veterans with previous experience gripped their weapons and checked their fuel repeatedly.
"Are you really going?" Green confirmed for the last time, "I heard you were just out of curiosity?"
At this point, he no longer knew what the other party was doing.
"Hmm... too many. To save the people in the city, or to comfort the dead? Maybe also to answer some of the previous things?" Kraft looked at the lake, and those huge still silhouettes were reflected in his pupils, unexpectedly
proportionate.
"You may not believe it, but the impact of this incident is far beyond here. To Westminster, to the tributaries of the River Teme, to the harbor in the north. I came after it, of course, not entirely.
For it.”
"Aside from everything else, don't you want to know what that is?
“What kind of power created all of this, twisting the souls of the living, resurrecting the bodies of the dead, turning pottery into clay, and reshaping the masterpieces of the Father at will.
"What is its nature? Is it a law that has not been fully elucidated like the roar of thunder and the movement of celestial bodies? Is it the ultimate answer to the end of medicine, or is it something that we are destined to be unable to understand and control?
"Don't you want to know?" He turned around, his eyes burning.
Green had an extremely ominous feeling, something he had experienced before - the skin of the person in front of him was not soft, but a delicate and brittle material like pottery, an egg shell that was about to crack or had already cracked, like the one he saw in the sewer.
That armor.
The inner essence peeks through the cracks at the outside world, stretching it unsatisfactorily and almost wanting to break out of its shell.
Something colder than the lake water flowed through his body, as if something had emerged and stretched out countless fingers that were losing heat and grabbed him.
Then it just disappeared.
Kraft stood in front of him, looking very concerned about his mental state, his eyes full of worry about this unfavorable journey.
"Are you okay? Do you want to leave later?"
"No, I'm just a little distracted." The priest smiled awkwardly for everyone to see, and took the lead on the wooden boat.