"Brother Vaddin, wait!"

When they walked into the hexagonal hall, the ancient and magnificent strange shape suddenly appeared in front of them, and everyone chose to ignore the part that was actually very obvious, the rich moss.

"What's the matter, did we forget anything?" A dull echo came from the opposite side.

"Help me shovel a piece of moss, thanks." Kraft shouted into the crevice, adding, "Don't touch them empty-handed, the water here isn't clean." ”

Vardeen suspected he had misheard, "What? ”

"A piece of moss!"

There was silence in the sewers for a while, and the firelight flickered, presumably looking around. Soon after, Vaddin's bewildered voice pierced through the rift and sounded again:

"There's no moss here, that's weird. I'll go to the other side of the hall and bring one back. What do you want moss for? ”

Despite the presence of thick sediments, the humus did not become fertile ground for any plant to grow, let alone moss masses that bulged out of the brick cracks and ravines as in the halls.

"Let me go again, it's just weird."

Kraft climbed over the crevice in the rock and followed Wattin's team to the hall again.

On intentional observation, this difference is tantamount to desert and jungle, just the impression that it grows naturally in a shady and humid environment, making it difficult to pay attention to it.

With a borrowed knife, it was easy to pry a piece of moss from the shallow roots of the moss and place it under the light of a torch.

The sprout-like stems are lined with needle-tipped leaves, woven together in clusters to form a thick knitted blanket with a wrinkled texture, and the reverse side grips the silt. The color is dark green, and it blends with the blue and black masonry.

No matter how you look at it, it's a normal moss, no different from its kind that likes to grow in the shade of the bare roots and around the ponds of cold springs.

"Questions?"

"There's nothing wrong with them per se, the problem is why moss grows only on this side of the hall." Through the gloves, the thin and thin leaves rubbed the leather, and water stains oozed under the squeezing between the fingers.

"Yes, but what does that mean?" Vardeen agreed with the professor, and this meticulous observation reminded him of Greene's style, and both men had a special attention to detail.

"I don't know, maybe it means you have to be careful of slipping." Kraft cut off a small patch of moss and prepared to take it with him, "Just think about it, be vigilant, heretics can appear at any time, they are more familiar with this place." ”

"Go back with confidence, your clues have brought enough progress, the church will not forget this help, and the next step is our work." The monk did not despise this, and after saluting, he walked into the nearby passage with a torch and walked against the current.

Kraft watched their backs fade away, the halo of light refracted by the water body disappearing, and took one last look in the direction of the six-sided deep well that was missing in the darkness, and turned away with Koop. On the way back, a second team staggered past them, holding simple maps marked with order.

After passing through the graveyard that had been cleaned up but still twisted and difficult, the two returned to the surface.

Time passed underground, and it was only then that the long days of summer had passed, and when I climbed the spiral staircase, the arch was dim.

There was a sense of inversion and inversion, and I stepped into another, larger enclosed space, where sparse points of light ran over the dark dome, and the slender light source in the shape of sharp hooks cast an ominous gray over the ruins of the barren grass.

Kraft walked briskly through the cemetery, and as he reached the door, he suddenly realized that he had missed a small thing that was inconsequential, but indeed very disruptive.

"The church people don't know how to leave a wagon!"

There's nothing worse than finding out there is no transport to return to after a tiring day.

The nearest place to stay now is the Davy Clinic, about half a distance from the new town, and you have to walk from memory.

Considering the size of the new town, it's still the middle of the night, which is especially painful. The legendary investigator who tracks pagan activities and delves deep into the underground ruins has to go home on his own after work.

"Alright, Koop, we need to walk back."

"It's not too bad, Mr. Kraft, I'm sure you remember the way." Koop asked for some oil from the church man who was squatting by the brazier at the door and added it to the lamp, "I used to walk at night. ”

"Hopefully, this will give you a chance to reminisce about the peaceful days of the past."

"That's anyway, I prefer my life now." The professor's servant shook his head.

"At that time, I used to find some work at the docks, but I didn't always finish it before dark, so I had to go back in the dark. As for the road in the salt tide area, ha. Everybody knows what it's like. ”

The soles of their shoes struck the stone pavement, and the sound was heard far away, and the two walked back and forth on the deserted street.

Sometimes people suddenly realize that they don't know anything about their own kind, even though they have long since become part of familiar life, but they don't know what they are doing outside of their sight.

And these invisible times are actually the biggest part. In the experience before acquaintance, when I am alone, I only know the approximately, and even the approximate is based on paraphrasing and imagination.

In this sense, they are no different from many people who have lived in Dunling for generations, most of whom have only seen a superficial part of it, and have no understanding of the long past.

"Even after all that stuff?" The professor asked casually, turning his neck and rubbing his itchy neck against the back collar.

When he reminisced about the past, the life in the country castle and the broken school days were so beautiful that it made him feel that the road was not very dark.

But apparently not everyone is like this, or vice versa, he is in the minority, whether it is the original soul or the visitor from the other world. The resulting perspectives are also different, such as Coop, and . Yvonne.

Koop thought for a moment, but not for long, "I don't want to lie, sometimes I'm really scared, and that feeling reminds me of a time when I was a kid and stepped into a puddle in a backwater puddle on a tidal flat, and it looked like a normal shallow puddle, but as soon as you stepped into it, it would keep sinking, from the calves to the neck." ”

"Later they told me that it was a drowning ghost pulling at the ankle underneath. Luckily, someone nearby dragged me out, but when I got back, I also fell seriously ill and had nightmares for a month. ”

"I haven't been to that place since."

As scary as it sounds, Kraft thinks the metaphor is apt, "Then why can you accept your current life again?" ”

"To be honest, if you continue to stay there, it will be nothing more than another backwaterhole, and even if you don't have that time, you will die of some other disease sooner or later." The farther he goes, the more he can see his life clearly.

"I'm sorry, I don't think you want to hear these complaints."

"No, I'm glad to have the opportunity to talk to you, there aren't many opportunities like this in normal times." Kraft raised his hand to wipe the side of his face and down to the back of his neck. Some slight discomfort wandered around the body, but I couldn't find the specific place.

It seems that some nocturnal flying insect attracted by the light source is disturbing from the field of vision.

"As I said, we are one and that we can only get to know each other better. No one in the world can do it alone. ”

Koop couldn't answer, in fact he felt it was closer to comforting, and Kraft had a hard time spitting out any negative comments when he wasn't working.

"Then again, if you chose to set foot on a boat out of dissatisfaction with the past, would it be better for you to have a secure choice now—I mean a decent, well-paid career like David?"

In the night wind, Mr. Hu Cong struck a spirit. Admittedly, sometimes he plays a role that doesn't require much thought, but that doesn't mean he's really not smart, on the contrary, he's quite quick to react.

It sounded like something was there, and Kraft turned his head to glance at him, though not entirely on him, but over him and behind him.

"I don't have any idea of changing." Without thinking for a second, Koop's answer blurted out.

"Maybe you should think about it." The truth is not what he thought, it seems that the professor seems to be serious, "Your learning ability is good, although you are a little older, you may not be able to enter the academy in time, my letter of introduction still has a bit of weight." ”

"You're laughing." It is better to believe that Coop can go to college than to believe that the blind man will regain his sight.

"Or I can introduce you to my grandfather, and he is willing to give a knight a knight to a brave and experienced servant who has been through treacherous battles. The northern part of the country is very large, but it may be a little difficult to open up the wasteland. ”

Koop was silent. If the previous one is too absurd, the latter one hits the bullseye completely accurately, and the realism is still very high.

The dream came too suddenly, and under the ideal circumstances, this is the outcome of a servant's life. It seems that if he nods now, a knight's domain belonging to him will be waiting for him in the north.

"How? Of course, you'd better continue to learn something, after all, you don't have to worry about it, and it's not easy to learn anything when you go back to the spruce forest in the north. Kraft suggests that this is a genuine consideration.

It's good to have someone who can do things, but your own expectations don't necessarily match the wishes of others, and Yvonne is an example.

The question thrown out was like a slap in the head, which completely stunned Coop, and he followed mechanically for a long time without relieving himself.

Kraft was not in a hurry to answer, and after moving his spine, the vague discomfort did not dissipate. The last time he felt this discomfort was when he came to the cemetery yesterday.

The invisible, insect-like sensation always harassed the back of the neck, and even produced a small stinging pain like a bite.

Turning his head back again, Koop was looking down to sort out the thoughts of the explosion, and the streets were deserted except for the damp night that dissolved with the vapor of the Tem.

What is it? 】

It's not a physical feeling, it's a mental reaction, something touches the spiritual senses.

It is difficult to determine the source of inexact synaesthesia, and Kraft first ruled out the environmental factors of his location, and he came along the same path, which did not happen at that time.

He chose to take another look.

After a few turns, instead of getting rid of it, the feeling was aggravated by intentional attention or some other change, and it was not noticeably clearer.

In the tiny itching and stabbing of floaters, like a gourmand sniffing a dish to distinguish spices, Kraft smelled a hint of malice, too vague to be sure.

However, with contact, its direction gradually became clearer, but it was still unstable, like an eye that changed its position from time to time, jumping between gaps, casting a substantial gaze.

[Or just that]

However, although the houses on both sides are connected, they are not connected to each other, and there is a lack of hidden positions.

At another corner, Kraft pretended to glance in a general direction, an enclosed building with closed windows and broken lettuce leaves in front of the door indicating that there was a stall selling vegetables during the day.

Kupp was caught off guard by the fact that Kraft was quickly activating and rushing to the side of the street, which was not wide for him but two or three steps, and it was just a matter of two or three steps.

Before the action, he identified his target, stopped in one place, and stomped down. One end of the stone slab underfoot is tilted upside down, and the rancid and dull sewer space is exposed to the light.

Coop's hammer, who was a step late, arrived and looked down. The mutilated leaves are soaked in the black-green water, and a few wisps of sediment swirl and settle.

"What happened?"

"It's just a moment of suspicion." Kraft withdrew the half-drawn sword and pushed the slate back into place with his foot, "By the way, what do you think?" ”

"Not sure." Koop felt that he might not be as goal-oriented as he thought.

"Speaking of which, I have always admired you, after all, you have saved me more than once, and the earliest time was in Wenden Harbor. But now, Professor Kraft, you are one of the centers of the Academy, and even the Duke will send out invitations to get anything you want with your medical skills. Why do you have to set foot in these waterways again? ”

“.”

"I'm not sure."

(End of chapter)