Walking through the corridor where the bells echoed, Green saw the guy who was looking for him by name in front of the huge mural.

A few minutes ago, he was enjoying his precious midday sleep near the prayer hall. The quiet smell of incense lingers, and the sound of chanting comes from next door, soothing the fatigue and irritability caused by sleepless nights.

As they have done every time, they penetrate the deepest reaches of dreams, penetrating unconscious fear, doubt, and confusion.

Only now do those descriptive things turn into tangible spiritual support, strong arms, and a sense of security as thick as the walls of a church. The Father's omnipresent power sheltered him from intrusion.

The turbulent spirit settled down and got a good rest.

It's a safe house in sorts of a kind, just like a child's secret base, and in fact it's pretty much the same.

Many people privately say they don't like it here, because the solemn atmosphere that doesn't allow casual conversation is always oppressive. But Greene would like to be around, and it will allow him to find some memories of his early days, like going back to that chapel so close to home, where he could have nothing to think of but feel the kindness of his Heavenly Father.

Only those who know Green better will know the special times when he can be found in a cubicle near the prayer room.

This includes, of course, Brother Vaddin. It was he who pushed open the door to the cubicle and informed him that there was a rumor that "an unknown seminary visitor was looking for Father Green."

The members of the tribunal do not have part-time jobs in other departments, and of course there are few superfluous interpersonal relationships, and most of the people who can come to the door and call out specific names are not people who bother with inconsequential matters.

So, unfortunately, Green's lunch break was interrupted. Vardeen understood this, but he did it anyway, because he knew better that the priest did not like to leave the reception to his subordinates, which would seem to be casual and arrogant.

When Green arrives at the meeting place, he is greeted by a blond-haired figure.

He was dressed in a simple scholar's robe with no characteristics, without an entourage, holding a holy book in the palm of his clean hand, looking up and carefully looking at the wall painting in front of him.

The priest walked around to him uncertainly, and saw a leaf-shaped gold medallion in the style of a preppy on the visitor's chest, which was nothing else ornamented, and perhaps that was why the messenger recognized him as a dislike of an old-fashioned seminarian.

"Do you have a brother in medical school?"

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, I only have a cousin who is not very good in culture classes." The visitor tosses the sacred scriptures from one hand to the other.

This behavior immediately destroyed his rare temperament of faith, revealing a family-inherited and ungodly attitude in his bones.

Of course, it also made Green confirm that the person in front of him was not a professor's sibling or something, or himself.

"What makes you have the leisure to play the role of a priest here, the university drama club?"

"Do I seem to have this empty person?" Kraft tossed the canon again, then tucked it under his arm, "If anyone misunderstands anything about my dress, it's purely a matter of their thinking based on their appearance." ”

"But the main reason is that I found that the communication channel between us is one-way. Can you imagine a medical school man walking into a church and asking to appear before the court? Surrender or report an accomplice? ”

"Thank you, the first time I saw the medical school, there are still people who know that what they are doing is illegal."

"Okay, anyway, without further ado, I'm here to tell you that I'm done with that hand, the black particles in the veins are sifted out and bottled, and the stones are locked in the box, and you can check it at any time."

"What about the other parts?"

"It's burned thoroughly, and if you do the same over there, the devil won't be able to stop him when he goes to hell without taking a pocket."

Green stood side by side with Kraft, as if to sigh, "There will be some time, and based on past experience, there should be no clear answer in three days." ”

He also looked up at the murals, he had seen the paintings in this corridor many times, and when he first came, he deliberately took a detour to look at them almost every day, but now he has reached the point of numbness, and he really doesn't know what to see.

"Does that mean I'm going to wait three more days?"

"If it's fast, three days later, I should call a few more parties to explain what happened, and it will take longer to go further. And this time...... The attitude over there seems to be a bit more ambiguous, and I suspect something hasn't been dealt with. ”

Green is pessimistic about the efficiency of the bishops who can decide where this goes.

Even if the impact of a distorted corpse is strong enough, it does not mean that it will make decision-makers who have been away from the front lines for a long time or have never been involved in anything like this realize the true gravity of the matter.

People who have not confronted those things will never be able to empathize with the unspeakable experience, and it will be difficult to fully believe it.

If it weren't for the empirical evidence brought back, this would most likely be a fatal blow to Green's career.

"So you're here today to tell me about cutting off a hand?"

"What do you mean by 'just'? I worked overtime to check its anatomy. "Deepened dark circles and an inverted biological clock were severely negated.

"Aren't the people at the medical school able to consume an entire corpse in one night? As long as you go the next day, you basically can't find anything. ”

"I'm guessing you're talking about - a ghoul family dinner." Kraft remarked, saying only that stereotypes are everywhere, "Well, I'm not here just for the hand. ”

"Although it was quite rewarding in that hand. It may be the least distorted part of the original owner's body, and it can be said that it is close to the normal structure overall, and perhaps the black matter is indeed used to inhibit change, at least it must have this function. ”

"The next step is to do some verification."

Green heard what he meant, "What do you need?" ”

"Someone who can give it a try, of course...... Well, a joke, of course. I want a safe enough space, a safe place for us and everyone else, and some animals. ”

"It's going to take time."

"I know, and I can afford to wait, the stone will not rot." As if having said all that, the professor continued to look at the mural, unusually attracted by the mythological content.

When Green thought that the conversation was over and was about to leave with Wadin's contact information, he was stopped:

"There's a third thing."

"Huh?"

The book returned to the Professor's hand, and the pale, slender fingers moved over the page, reaching the desired position without looking, "I want to ask what you think of the story of the Holy Scriptures. ”

"A record of the Father's traces on earth, a model for educating and supervising the people of the world to do good and correct things, and a standard for doing things." The priest replied without hesitation, that hesitating for half a second was disrespectful to his own level, "All virtue and wisdom come from it." ”

"I don't deny that, in fact, if more people were willing to follow the rules of the Holy Scriptures, the world would be much better." Kraft hurriedly stopped, he was not here to debate with Grimm, even if he was not specially trained in debate, Green's philosophical and theological level was enough to hammer him in the head.

"I mean, do you think the story is true? For example, in the past, at a certain time and place, there was really a person called a saint or something, walking on a flame, disappearing out of thin air, and so on. ”

"This does not prevent us from following the teachings, and we also need these stories to make more people willing to accept universal moral principles."

"That is, you don't think they exist."

“......”

The priest looked at him suspiciously, a little suspicious that this guy had come here today to find fault with him, and he had chosen a place with few people to prevent him from being punched to death.

"But I think there's a part of it, at least the part that's closer to us, that should have a real component." The professor was still staring at the mural, as if trying to drill into the scene through cracks in the wall powder paint.

The colors in the painting are different from the old to the new, some are lighter, others have undergone recoloring, impasto, and even modifications and additions with aesthetic changes. And the oldest part of it is much younger than the corridor was built.

Beneath the deeper layers of stucco are hard-to-trace manuscripts, where the same subject is iterated over and over the same wall, repeated in different and similar ways.

The color of the weapons was white and yellow, the knights and servants added and subtracted, the heads and hats were sometimes practical and sturdy, sometimes ornately decorated, and the scales and armor were broken to the point of no texture.

He spread out the page and handed it to Green, "Here you go, I want to hear from the best graduates of the seminary." It's too difficult to find a professional in a doctor's network. ”

"I didn't expect you to buy a holy book for pretence."

"I borrowed it, and I should return it in a few days." Kraft's attitude towards religion was by no means perfunctory in its perfunctory aspect. The owner of the book seems to be particularly fond of reading this part, and spreads it out so often that the seams of the paper are slightly looser, and you can turn it directly by hand.

"You think it has something to do with what happened to us?" Green glanced at it, and it was all something he could memorize, and he remembered that this passage mainly embodied the "spirituality" of chivalric virtues, that is, the understanding of God's will.

So the Father gave him the authority to draw the sword...... And the attendants offered bricks, stones, steel, and dragon scales, and cut them as if they had crossed the tips of the spikes. The professor recited one of the passages with ease, and asked rhetorically, "Don't you think it's like that?" ”

"It's a bit far-fetched."

"The book was borrowed from Morrison's family, and his daughter said that she had often seen her father suddenly take an interest in the sacred scriptures and read them often."

"When?!" It was unexpected to be able to borrow books directly from Professor Morrison's house, "but it didn't convince anyone." ”

"It's early, and I just came to Dunling." Kraft tilts his head and looks upwards over the piles of smooth, sliced stumps and cardboard armor at the bottom of the frame, where the opponents of the mural protagonists flee in terror or prostrate on the ground praying for submission, and even some winged lizard-like monsters lose parts of their bodies.

"Think about it, Green, think about it. A sword so famous, did anyone tell you what it was like? One-handed or two-handed swords, what scabbard is used to accommodate them, what are the gauntlets like, and what are they made of? Has the royal family ever shown it? ”

"Gold coins, frescoes, reliefs, depicting it has never had a fixed pattern, and it is impossible to describe its sharpness just by sharpening iron like clay. Oh my God, what is this? ”

"Could it be that we misunderstood, there really is such a weapon, but it is not a specific 'sword', but a specific 'sword method' that is very difficult to master, and has only been mastered and used by the royal family for a short time."

"Then why don't they use it?"

"You've seen what it looks like." The logic is coherent, including the man-made destruction of the collapsed branch of the waterway to get some kind of explanation, "That's right, that's the traces of the early destruction of the kingdom, they tried to seal it down. ”

"So I'm asking you to look up all the church records that you can find that are close to that time."