When Kraft returned to the cemetery, the monk on duty almost recognized him as an unrelated person who had strayed the wrong way into the graveyard.

This group is not the person who should be here, but more like going out on a hike with the kids, ready to find a suitable lawn to spread out the cloth and drinks and snacks. In fact, they did bring food, and the smell of baked sweets wafted from the package.

The other party handed him a small bag, and the monk was ready to refuse it if it was a coin, but it was a biscuit with still heat, and it would be a little rude not to accept it.

"It's not good to come to the door empty-handed, and I thought it might be better to bring some sweets." The professor led the girl past the perimeter and toward the depths of the cemetery.

There is a feeling of being disturbed by juniors in other people's offices, but this office is somewhat special.

Yvonne followed behind him in a suit that was easy to move around, taking a slightly curious look at his surroundings. Although she didn't say anything, she could feel that her mood was rare and good, and it was more of a subtle change in her mental state.

Like a red-hot glow faintly radiating from a dry pyre, the change has been ignited.

She walked briskly through the grassy path, pausing every now and then to listen to some fleeting sound, or kicking away the rocks in front of her boots as she passed, showing the vigor of her age.

The physical strength is being transformed into spiritual strength, as if the new carapace after the pupation has been abandoned, and the luster is visible to the naked eye.

"Seriously, it might be a little scary to bury the dead buried here for hundreds of years." For the sake of responsibility, Kraft reminded again, not expecting much use.

"I'm ready." Yvonne responded by lighting the lantern as he did, a grease-soaked wick illuminating the staircase in front of the underground entrance.

Nothing can stop a raging flame, only it burns others, and there is no possibility for it to retreat on its own initiative.

"Okay, then follow me, there are a lot of forks in the road, and it's easy to get lost." Two lights sank into darkness one after the other.

"We're going through one of the largest underground graveyards in Dunling and into the other side of the city, a network of deep sewers that is no simpler than the ground structure."

Unlike the usual easy-going and cordial, the doctor's attitude is very serious, which only appears in a few cases, which means that he is not sure enough about the situation, "A group of infidels, probably the kind you met before, have used the following as a secret lair. ”

"Of course that's not the point, the point is that they're reaching out to some. Something from another world. I know it's hard to figure out, but you can think of it as a much more asympathetic place to where we live, a much worse place, a malicious mirror image. ”

Yellowed bones surrounded them, and what Kraft told was more horrific than these remains waiting to decay in the lightless place.

A chill as incomprehensible as the words clapped over the back of her neck, and the girl felt something dethermostatic about her body forming with the narration, as if it alone had connected her to the world.

She looked at her mentor with a slight confusion in her eyes, and Kraft seemed to be saying a lot more today.

"My grandfather, who had gained honor and land from the battlefield in his youth, had always wanted me to become a scholar, even if the family lineage did not show any talent in this area at that time, and it could even be said that it was the opposite."

"So many people, including me, are reluctant to accept his idea, what is a martial nobleman who has lost his martial spirit?"

The confusion in Yvonne's eyes deepened, causing her to ignore her surroundings for a part, shifting her attention from the bones to seemingly unrelated topics.

"But maybe sooner or later everyone will find something similar to their ancestors, and I am now beginning to understand him, the more people who have experienced certain things, the less they want their descendants to embark on the same path."

"They don't have a deep understanding of what's really going on, and there's no guarantee that they'll get out of it if they do it firsthand. At that time, the price has already been paid, and all kinds of factors are coercing people to move forward, and there may not be a way out. ”

"It's an unsolvable contradiction, a repetitive cycle. I would like to see you start getting into medicine or other disciplines of interest after a few years of basic study, and then you will be employed in some college, or at least Woodling—no one will question my idea at that point. ”

"And what is today?" Yvonne asked tentatively. The professor said it far, but it was almost exactly what she had imagined: no matter how far he walked, there would always be a tall building called Kraft overhead.

"The direction so far proves that we can only play the role of guidance at best, and cannot forcibly change the facts and the wishes of others."

"I entered that world and brought back something that I couldn't get rid of—of course I knew it existed. Before I begin, I would like to ask one last time, are you really willing to touch it and suffer any consequences? ”

The word "any" is accentuated, "I mean the worst thing you've ever seen or imagined, including death." ”

"Didn't you say you couldn't imagine it?" Yvonne found a logical problem.

"It's true, but it's good to remember today's answer when you regret it." At this moment, Kraft seemed to rewind to the time when he asked her about her future volunteer in Comfort Harbor, and his tone was a little more relaxed.

Skeletons piled on the walls and posed in rudimentary shapes decorate the road as if it were leading to hell, and the deeper you go, the narrower it becomes.

"Until now, I can go back. Think about it, in the future, people may call you Dr. Yvonne, lecturer, professor, etc., working in a comfortable indoor environment every day, receiving gratitude from patients. ”

The professor paused in the middle of the bone-paved path, lowered his lantern and spun around his feet, highlighting the presence of the dead.

Something darker, more detached from the normal world under the sun awaits below.

To be honest, Yvonne was stunned for a moment, her silence was not thinking, but simply frightened by Kraft's never-before-seen attitude, more unexpected than encountering the mushroom shells that would climb on the mountain path.

The whispers that came and went suddenly fell completely silent, as if there was a substantial gaze converging, forming an inexplicable resistance.

She felt that she should think about it a little more, only to find that the process had been completed a long time ago.

When looking back on her impressions of the world in her short life, her memory is filled with a large number of different faces, each with different intentions and emotions, operating according to the boring rules that she understands but does not know why, seeking sensual or spiritual satisfaction, while she only finds it boring and painful.

They are all different, but they are all the same in essence, imprisoned within this set of rules that bring painful difficulties. Like a star floating out of a fire, it has no recognizable features and is quickly extinguished meaninglessly.

[It's pointless]

It made her feel suffocated, worse than the pain of sinking in a long, unremembered dream.

She wanted something to be free from it all, even for a moment.

Yvonne walked forward, bone fragments creaking beneath his feet, clearing the darkness and invisible resistance until he was once again at Kraft's side.

The latter did not make any comments and only continued to lead the way.

After a long walk that I can't remember how long it was, a fresh stream of fresh air with a strange smell blows in front of me.

They turned into an inconspicuous stone room from the fork in the road, and the dozen or so people sitting around looked at each other, subconsciously touching the weapons.

"Good morning, I'm looking for Father Green." Kraft greeted him with a blind eye, and turned sideways to let the monks see that he was not alone.

"I brought a student to the apprenticeship, Yvonne, I believe someone already knows her, and I hope you can help take care of it. In addition, I also brought some small biscuits, with honey, do anyone want to eat them? ”

"No one? Okay, then I'll put this first. ”

(End of chapter)