When Kraft met Green, it was already the next morning.

The latter sat on a coffin, leaning against a small campfire, his sticky hair dripping and steaming white steam rising from the folds of his clothes.

The mop-style shape of the water is half reassuring. At least be able to sit on the coffin, not lie inside.

It was evident that there had been some emergency last night, and that the situation had deteriorated in a short period of time to the point where it could not have been worse, and that those who should have been in camp had to come out in person.

And the most important thing is that he not only has the courage to go out, but also the ability to come back, which is rare and gratifying.

After all, not all church members are willing to be accommodating, and the loss of this bond would be tantamount to a complete breakdown of the agreement with verbal agreement.

There was no dead person to be seen, and the priest did not look like the kind of person who would sit on the coffin of his companion, and Kraft was reassured and stepped forward to say hello.

As soon as he got closer, Grimm, who was in a false sleep, quickly lifted the hilt of his sword and turned his head to look.

His mental state was not commensurate with his excessive sensitivity and alertness, and he subconsciously came to a safety conclusion, relaxed his fingers, and only after a few seconds did he identify the subject.

"Ah, Professor." Father Green took a deep breath and woke himself out of the chaos, reaching out to stop the professor from finding a place on the coffin board, "You're coming later than you thought. ”

"Can you imagine that I left at dinner time yesterday? Not everyone will dare to try again after being ambushed on a rainy night. ”

"Attack?" This keyword effectively stimulated the nerves, and Green's gaze sharpened.

"Heretics, I suspect we've been noticed a long time ago. Most of them are here to stay forever, but yours also have a loss. Speaking of the monk who died last night, Kraft expressed deep regret, "Please mourn. ”

Green didn't appear particularly agitated, or his reaction was contained in a brief chokehold, and he was a little sluggish by the shocking news.

"Heavenly Father will receive their souls and ascend into a blessed kingdom." Fingers turned the hilt, and the faint yellow glow of the weak flames folded through the winged gauntlets, and the gaze unconsciously followed the spot of light until it disappeared into the shadow beneath the pile of broken pottery.

"They're just going over there first, waiting for us to do our duty before we get together."

He stared distractedly at the intricate shadows that swallowed up the faint flares of light, and suddenly added, "And the church is responsible for looking after what they have left behind, their reputation, their possessions, and their families. ”

The professor playfully didn't bother him, leaving Green to bask in the state, as if in prayer or self-persuasion.

Palpitations, grief, aimless fear and resentment emerge in turn in the changing expressions. But with smooth prayers that seem to be engraved on the tongue, they are gradually smoothed from the face.

In this way, he seems to have rediscovered some kind of fulcrum, or received temporary anesthesia. A few minutes later, the tired but as calm priest returned.

"Tell me about the attacks you've encountered."

"It's hard to put into words." How can this dignitary describe the infidel who met the Lana Flying Blade on the way?

"It's not hard to deal with most of them, unlike any trained people, but the bad thing is that one of them has some kind of, well, 'infidel trick,' which is something that doesn't quite make sense."

Kraft found a phrase that he thought might be more suitable for communication, and observed the other person's attitude.

Nowadays, the next thing will inevitably involve deep layers, and the attitudes of different people towards cognitive subversion often cannot be inferred from ordinary impressions, from on-the-spot collapse, to despair outbursts, morbid cravings, etc., which are difficult to predict.

"Amorphism, or anomaly? I think you're talking about this, a term used to describe things that don't make sense clearly, like."

Green paused in the middle of his sentence, for he noticed that someone was looking at something strange, as if he were looking at something rare.

"Why, do I look like the kind of person who has touched all my life and has only the holy scriptures? The collection of books in a church is not necessarily smaller than that of a university, and understanding the will of the Lord requires a broader knowledge than ordinary erudition. Realizing that he was being stereotyped, he was unsparing in pointing out the fallacies of this view.

The clergy who can reach this position are basically educated in grammar, logic, and rhetoric, and some will take arithmetic, geometry, astronomy, church music, etc., as well as the influential institutions of major churches for further study.

"At least you have to know how to call something accurate and unambiguous."

"I'm sorry, but prejudice always blinds the eyes of mortals." Kraft frankly admits his mistake, but still doesn't think the priest will accept something easily.

"Anyway, I've found something very special that you would never have imagined, and maybe it can get us some help, and no one should be indifferent."

Surprisingly, instead of being immediately intrigued, Green began with a secondary question: "How many people have seen it?" ”

"For the time being, only the people you sent to inform us. They also see limited, and I am measured and will not let irrelevant people know what they shouldn't know. ”

"That's not too bad."

"Why do you say that?" Listening to this meaning, it seems that the other side is trying to narrow the scope of insiders, to the point of separating the reliable from the unreliable among the "own people".

"Because of something you would never think of."

The words of Kraft are returned as they are. Confused, Green stood up from the coffin and lifted the lid.

Inside the coffin, which was supposed to be used to hide people's ears, lay a reddish-brown, bloated human figure, with scorched black burns on the surface.

"Armor? Where did you come from? The first reaction was surprise, then instinctive regret.

"It's in the waterway, but I'm not sure it's the waterway we thought it was." Green was so gloomy that he could squeeze out the water, and the emotions that had just been suppressed came back to him at the sight of the armor, and the acid reflux rose to his throat, making his voice hoarse.

"To be precise, it's not that we found it, but that it found us. And that section of the waterway. Thinking about it now, it's like being spliced into a normal tunnel at that time, and then being withdrawn. ”

It's a weird, illogical sentence formation, and it is impossible to imagine how a waterway can be collaged and removed like shredded paper. But in the ears of those who have a heart, confusion and lack of logic are themselves characteristics.

"And then?"

"What do you think this looks like?"

As he was pointed, Kraft's attention shifted from the faintly burnt paste in the armor to the breastplate, the not-so-obvious golden pattern, and a word that had already come out of his mouth.

"Sword in the Stone?!"

For a moment, a lot of seemingly unrelated information was connected, and dense threads intertwined in the mind, extending in countless directions, as if nothing was indicated.

"Be quiet, we'll have to keep it a secret." Green wanted to sew it up. Seeing that Kraft hadn't fully reacted, he pointed out his biggest concern, "No one would want to get involved in a big trouble related to the royal family for a pagan religion that 'didn't make much of a big deal,' you know what I mean?" ”

I went to take a test|ω')