At Kraft's insistence, William temporarily dismissed the idea, and the team quickly withdrew from the mine.

"We can't just go back like this, we have to go down when you ask." William shook his head at his inexplicable caution, and reluctantly glanced at the entrance of the cave behind him, the next time he came back, he would have to experience another mountain-like climbing experience, "And the paganism in a small village, do you really think there is any point?" ”

"It's nothing more than a foolish man and a foolish woman, using some means to fool another group of people who don't know what to do."

He extinguished the torch in the sand on the ground, calmed down a little, and realized that he was too impatient, and that it was only a guess that there would be a staggering of the following.

It was only to his confusion that Kraft's attention was taken away from his original goal, and he was inexplicably cautious in his behavior, and even excluded from further exploration as soon as possible. Suddenly, two divergent voices emerged from the well-coordinated teams.

However, William is quite comfortable with this situation, and he has not encountered it before. On the contrary, it is quite common, and some people think that small events are interconnected and represent an irrefutable revelation.

You can't dismiss him explicitly, because logic can't knock down something that can't even tell the source, just as the proceeds of two silver coins won't make the natives go down two more steps.

The best thing to do is to follow them, and when this period passes, things can naturally continue.

"The mine can't run here, let's go down first." William took the lead in walking back and forth, and this time was just the right time to look for locals in the village who were willing to lead the way down, which was not a waste.

……

"I'm sorry."

Koop followed Kraft, who was looking around the village, and bowed his head and apologized. He seemed to hesitate for a long time, waiting to return to the village and separate from William's group before speaking alone.

It's quite rare, since this new leader took office, he has been making up classes most of the time, and he doesn't know what he should do, and of course he doesn't understand what is wrong, and he rarely even has the opportunity to admit his mistakes.

And Kraft's mode of communication is mostly suggestive, and there are few accusations, so Coop's solemn apology seems a little abrupt.

"Why? I don't remember anything I missed. He quickly reflected on the recent exchange and whether there was a deviation in the expression that caused Koop to misunderstand his attitude.

"Because of some of my nonsense, your and Captain William's decisions have ...... Not very consistent. ”

"You don't need to think like that, my attitude is not biased towards anyone's side of the story." Kraft understood what he meant, and Coop probably felt that his inaccurate feelings had a negative impact on decision-making, and even had to do with minor disagreements in the team.

He turned to the two behind him and looked at Koop and Yvonne, "Also, you should be well aware that we are one now, and for a long time to come, and sooner or later you will be able to afford the parts that I can't take care of. ”

"So, it's nice that you're open to expressing your findings and opinions, sure or not, and that's a great step."

"Thank you, I see." Koop nodded understandingly, and continued to follow Kraft towards the center of the village.

Whenever the terrain allows, these villages are generally built around a single line, making way for the transportation of minerals and, most importantly, a source of water.

Given the size of the village, the actual gap may not be a few steps, but the location of the new houses will still be as close to the wellhead as possible, almost forming a custom, related to the inconspicuous status comparison or other reasons, which has not yet been deeply studied.

This makes it easier for outsiders to save time asking for directions, and they can easily find the location of the well by simply walking straight inside. The narrow round edge of the yellow rock does not look very good, but the place where everyone comes is still very suitable for the preaching of the gods.

A half-grown boy was tugging at the rope at the mouth of the well, his chest reaching the mouth of the well, and he couldn't find a suitable angle to lift the filled bucket up.

Obviously, this is not old Gori.

"Need help?" As he spoke, Kraft reached out to help him, and offered an overflowing bucket that was not much smaller than the wellhead. That is, the wellhead is so small, otherwise it is difficult to say whether the barrel comes up or the person goes down.

He didn't seem surprised by the help of others, and handed the rope to the visitor without looking back, only to realize that it was not a familiar neighbor when he wanted to thank him, "Someone from outside?" ”

Under the dusty hair on his forehead, the slightly cloudy eyes like discarded glass beads in the Witcham workshop, vigilance and faint and palpable hostility solidified like mineral impurities.

It is because of his "outsider" identity, and he is still young enough to hide this rejection, and he shows it nakedly, far more than the implicit xenophobic attitude he feels in other villages.

Before he left, Craft tried to exchange some news for a "credit" just now, "Do you know where old Gorey is?" I was told I could find him here. ”

"What are you looking for him?" The boy stepped back and pulled away, seemingly ready to run away with the bucket at any moment.

Kraft fumbled around his side and left chest for a moment, half of his soul subconsciously trying to pull out a gadget from a large pocket that didn't exist to make a good relationship, such as a shiny little barrel and a pen barrel that could press a clicking sound.

However, the empty pocket provided only a copper plate that had been stuffed into the last time the money was collected, and a scrap of paper.

The copper plate was handed out, "We are very interested in the painting on the stone at the entrance of the village, but unfortunately we can't read it at all. Do you know where the old Gory painted? ”

The boy brushed away the unkempt hair in front of him, and the clouds of dust and gray debris fell, and his eyes narrowed and opened, and finally removed from the copper plate, and did not take it, but his frown relaxed.

"I know."

"You know?" Kraft retracted the copper plate and folded the paper, but fortunately the paper fiber was still tough and had room to play.

"That's the Courier!" He answered the questions with pride, just as most children from otherworldly souls knew were asked by heart.

"That's smart." Kraft thought he knew that it would be Old Gory's location, and this village was not a place where the messenger would come, and he couldn't understand which part of the painting could be related to the messenger. "You know the Courier?"

"Old Gorey said that the messenger was a messenger who sent something from a long way away, and he could also send my father back."

"Your dad?"

Kraft's hand froze, almost tearing the edge of the paper, and a voice came out from behind him, preemptively asking questions. Coop uncharacteristically interjected as he spoke, his questioning tail trembling in disbelief.

"Yes, he's been trapped in the cave for a few years by those two strangers, and old Gorey says the messenger will bring him back."

Koop stopped talking, as if the interjection had been a whim.

The piece of paper folded and formed at his fingertips, and Kraft took the words naturally, smiling and showing the boy his technique, successfully removing some of the wariness from his eyes, "That's great, did he say how long?" ”

"I've seen him already!"

"Oh? Where did you see it? ”

"It's in the hole." The boy replied as a matter of course, amazed at how forgetful the stranger was to ask such a question, "Didn't I say he was trapped in a hole?" ”

"Well, I'm sorry, I'm stupid." Kraft pinched the finished product in his hand and gave it to the boy, this time the small gift was not refused, "For you." ”

"What is this?" The little hand took the gift that he had never seen before.

Thanks to the dictionary I looked through when compiling the book, I actually found the Norse equivalent word, "You can call him a paper crane, a kind of bird." ”

"I haven't seen it."

"To be honest, I haven't seen it with my own eyes. In short, I wish you dad...... Safe. ”

Kraft said goodbye to him, and the boy walked away with the little toy, hoping not to get wet with the water in the bucket before he got home, "By the way, did you see Old Gorey today?" ”

"Nope! He's been here before. "The back turned into the wall and disappeared.

The laughter of getting the new toy had not faded, and the smile had frozen on the face of the person who had just given out the crane, and his face formed into a solemn face when he turned around, "I have never seen a messenger like this." ”

And Koop, the man who suddenly interjected, had not looked good since then, just like standing in front of the petroglyph last night, facing the "familiar" face.

(End of chapter)