Raymond's discovery sparked a discussion, and more than a dozen members of the Knights discussed and analyzed the details, scrambling to use the fresh knowledge they had just brought out of the academy.
Although I don’t quite understand the personalized interpretation of art schools, the conveyance of special symbolic meanings, and regional cultural differences, to laymen, they all sound quite reasonable and there is really no way to judge.
In the end, they could not reach a consensus, but they came up with a relatively high possibility of conjecture: this may be a manifestation of the local religious order integrating local elements.
After all, the Prière Territory is a basin surrounded by mountains. Similar terrain is very common here. Adding elements that are in line with local people's cognition is more likely to resonate and be accepted by believers.
This is not without precedent. For example, the murals in the north of the kingdom prefer holy and clean snow scenes, while most of the sacred scene paintings around Westminster are rich in vegetation. However, such changes to key content are generally relatively rare, especially in "
The important scene of "Ascension to Heaven".
But it was just rare. They didn't stay too long and continued upward. Maybe they could find the answer naturally in the monastery.
"Ascension" is indeed the last painted relief on the road. After the team walked through the last steep uphill road, they saw the monastery whose impression has always been on the drawing.
It is built on a relatively gentle area some distance from the top of the mountain, and is larger than expected.
The gray-black building complex spreads out along the terrain. In the center is a church leaning against the mountain. It adopts a Gothic style similar to Notre Dame Cathedral, but the decoration is simpler, with deep and narrow windows, a higher position, and a circular arch-like structure on the outer circumference.
Decorative carvings extend the visual width so that it does not appear out of proportion to the overall scale.
As the main body of the church, there are asymmetrical ancillary buildings extending on both sides, with staggered heights and different surface colors. They should have been expanded sequentially after being put into use, but the overall style remains consistent.
I don't know whether it's due to technical issues or other considerations, but just from the deep window, you can see that the thickness of the outer wall is much higher than that of other similar buildings.
The thick stone wall with a height of two people completely enclosed the open space in front of the monastery, leaving it as an atrium that cannot be peeked into. There is only a platform in front of the main entrance for visitors to stay temporarily.
The paint on the surface of the solid wood iron-clad door panel peeled off, and rust bulged in clusters like herpes. The wood was so rotten that the species could not be discerned, but it was far from being easily damaged.
Obviously, the owner had no intention of coming back before going out. Several long horizontal wooden boards were fixed to the door panel, and the long button-like nails showed that he had not thought about how to take them off at all.
Kraft seemed to understand why he, as the new homeowner, had not received a key.
However, this problem is easily solved. Although there is no locksmith present, there are blacksmiths and carpenters who were recruited at high prices in the team.
They simply sawed open the wooden board that sealed the door, but they still couldn't push it open. The experienced craftsmen found that there were a few places between the door gaps that were not light-proof, so they inserted a file into the door and rubbed it to remove some dust.
"It's lead." He licked his mouth and blew the powder off his fingertips with a look of dismay on his face. "Someone went to the crack of the door and poured lead water into it."
It may be the first time in my life that I have seen such a locked door, but the veterans couldn't think of a way to let the team in before the sun went down.
Craft gave up fighting the damn door and chose to climb over the wall.
Soon, two long ladders were improvised. The monk who went ahead was stunned for a moment, then climbed over and stood up steadily. The wall covered the part below his waist.
This is not even a wall, but a defensive facility similar to a city wall, but it is a little more subtle and does not have concave and convex arrow stacks.
Kraft followed the wall and found that there were many wider stairs on the inside, allowing people to quickly walk up and down and carry large equipment, creating a semi-military fortress that opened up the Priory family castle for at least two generations. Difference.
Although it is true that old monasteries need to have some defensive functions, the builders here are definitely suffering from persecution paranoia.
The good news is that it will now become the property of the Knights.
Everyone is very satisfied with the quality of the assets, and this satisfaction even allows them to temporarily ignore the messy atrium.
The unpruned seedlings have grown wildly for many years after humans left, overflowing the restricted area of the garden, and the old fallen leaves have become airtight on the road, just like a forest trail.
The vines are like ghosts' loose hair, almost crushing the climbing frame and strangling the surrounding trees that are also poorly pruned. They hang down from their slanting branches, glowing with an unhealthy yellowish lack of sunlight.
The more fragile flowering plants have long been wiped out in this unrestricted competition, leaving only an unhealthy yellow-green color carelessly painted by chaotic nature in the entire courtyard, as well as a deep smell of humus.
"Do you feel like it's going to be haunted at any time?" a lousy guy muttered, and was immediately glared at by the people around him.
"It's okay, we have many counterparts in our profession." Kraft walked down the high wall and stepped into the fallen leaves. The corpses of the plants were up to his feet. "The holding rate of the holy book exceeds that of most parts of the kingdom. One person can recite a sentence." The devil is sent back to hell."
The door of the main building of the church was not nailed, but it could not be pushed open. The high windows cut off their idea of climbing in.
After some research, the carpenter came to the conclusion that there was probably only one wooden door bolt, and that replacing the door with a new one was more cost-effective than repairing it. Kraft decisively handed over the task to Yvonne, who was eager to try it.
After some unconventional but effective operations, the door problem and the attitude of some new members of the Knights towards girls were resolved.
The professor's youngest student walked into the church carrying a blacksmith's hammer, looking like he still had something to say.
The situation here is slightly better than outside. In addition to the inevitable accumulation of dust and dampness, the way the building is built against the mountain further reduces the source of light, leaving the hall still in darkness at noon.
There were only a few pieces of stained glass inlaid in the window frame, and cold-toned natural light passed through it, illuminating a few nose-itching beams of light in the wide space filled with dust.
The sound of sneezing comes and goes all the time, which is the worst nightmare for rhinitis patients.
Kraft pulled his collar to cover his mouth and nose, and walked inside until he was in the center of the hall, feeling for any other smells other than water vapor and dust.
The answer is no. It has not been found so far, or it is not obvious enough.
He secretly looked at Coop with questioning eyes. The other person shook his head in affirmation and couldn't help sneezing again.
Although this place looks like the kind of place suitable for a classical gothic horror story, it is actually much safer than Dunling. At least you don't have to experience the feeling of having a large time bomb buried under the seat cushion at all times.
He stepped on something, which felt very similar to the footstep in the courtyard. Kraft took out his gloves from his pocket, put them on, and leaned over to pick them up.
The contents of the half-wrapped envelope were already very loose, and the poor storage environment destroyed the binding knots, and they scattered all over the floor with a gentle lift, like a ball of soaked sand or rotten leaves from the previous year.
"Stop." Kraft stretched out his hand to stop the people who were about to step forward, directing their eyes to the shadows ahead.
Things like fallen leaves covered the stone slab floor, being thrown and discarded wantonly.
There were an astonishing number of pages, layer upon layer, decayed.