A warm knowledge, the Father's spokesman on earth also needs to eat and drink.

The village priests and friars who did not have the conditions had to rely on donations from the faithful or to meet their own needs. The larger monasteries, and even the urban ecclesiastical centers, basically had their own estates.

These industries come from a complex source, and a large part of the land acquired through reclamation and redemption, including wheat fields, plantations, tree farms, etc., and the labor force that can make them functional.

They continued to provide a steady stream of economic revenue, operating in much the same way as fiefdoms, except that the center was changed from a castle to a monastery that was also protected by high walls, and was almost a semi-independent small kingdom without outsiders disturbing them.

Because of some advantages in talent, technology and management, the level of operation of the church is often much higher than that of some families.

Kraft was the "part of the family" and knew it well.

So when Brother Vardine arrived at Father Green's temporary residence, he didn't show much surprise other than admiration.

As he walked through the doorway, he unexpectedly noticed a second door above his head, or a gate. Although it doesn't open and close as often, the surrounding cleaning is kept clean, and there is no clutter that can get stuck in the path.

The person I was looking for was sitting by the pond and flipping through the pages, with a bunch of early-ripening grapes that hadn't moved much in a fruit bowl beside him.

As they made their way up the carriage lane, they visited the growing area. The vines that cling to the wooden frame grow luxuriantly, and the palm-shaped broad leaves are fully stretched and overlapped, covering the clusters of beads nourished by the summer rain and heat.

"It's hard to imagine them entertaining you with this." The sour smell distorted his facial features, but the clean stone floor under his feet and the place where he couldn't spit out couldn't be found, so he had to swallow hard.

Brother Vaddin, who listened to their conversation, exclaimed, "You guys were a little dizzy just now?"

"That's normal, that thing is in Dunling, you think it's reasonable that the sound is from that side." Kraft felt that it was not a big deal, it could be the environmental impact here, and his mind became calmer.

On the first day of sunny weather, they set out on the hill about half a day's walk from the city of Dunling, where pleasing green arcs followed the terrain and lined up on the sunny stepped slope in a neat way that was unusually satisfying for OCD sufferers.

Strangely, Green next to him also seemed to be dizzy at the same time, and reached out to press the arch of his eyebrows.

"Dream, I have some memories when I first came, walking around the room where I fell asleep, and it's hard to remember what happened in the last two days," Green said and paused for a moment, as if feeling something.

"My advice is to wait until you're fully recovered before going back. In your current situation, if you are affected and relapse, the consequences may be even worse, and it will drag on for a longer time."

"Dunling?" It was easy for Kraft to guess from the twist that that was the direction they were coming from.

"Yes, you're right, it's less." Green pulled out a small folded piece of paper with several dates and horizontal and vertical paths to count.

Looking at the numbers alone, there has indeed been a decrease, from about 30 times a day to about 10 times now, but there was a relatively steep drop for two days. Remember, it was when the weather turned from rainy to cloudy.

"Your advice is very helpful, it's a good idea to stay away for a while, but I'd like to get back to Dunlin sooner."

"What's not so clear? Dreams, or those lights?" The improvement of his symptoms has given Kraft some peace of mind, at least in part.

In the open-air quadrangular field, there is a circle of trellises built around a cistern, and the water shaded by plants is crystal clear, and the fresh deciduous petals float down the living water of broken gold, and sink into the culvert leading to the stone slab.

"Fruits that don't fit the natural season are always sour and unpleasant." Green closed his belongings, swept away the fallen leaves from the bench next to him, and sat the two visitors down.

"No, I've just been reversing day and night lately, just a little

Dizzy." Kraft picked up a handful of cold pool water and applied it to his face, and the whole person came to his senses, and the dizziness of a few seconds just now should be just the sequelae of staying up late.

Vardine stepped forward and unceremoniously tugged one into his mouth, immediately understanding why the bunch of grapes had been saved so intact until they arrived.

As a rule of thumb, the best way to discourage seriously ill patients from leaving the hospital is to make them realize that they can't do anything by going out now – even if this is inefficient.

He seemed to be very integrated into the environment and had adapted to the sudden vacancy of vacation.

Sugar is still brewing in the half-ripe fruit, which is green and purple, and the growers are repairing the canals to evenly distribute water from the highlands into each ridge to ensure the supply of water during the critical growing season.

Perched at the top of a hill, the monastery is less ornamented and has narrow windows, and its high-sturdy façade is clearly some years old, probably built during the turbulent years when security was still acute.

"Yes."

"But..." As Kraft was about to start a debate with Green, the other man paused again, this time turning his head to look in a certain direction, "That's it, I feel like the direction of those voices is clearer."

A high wall cuts the area from the busy orchard outside, and the soft and slight sound of water dominates the tone. Occasionally, a monk passes by with a slow footing, unconsciously maintaining a relaxed and tranquil atmosphere.

But the sharp-eyed Kraft saw part of the paper, a report that was very recent.

"Do you feel it too?" The priest asked.

He enjoyed the sensation very much, his brain was running at low power, and the objects in front of him shook invisibly, and even people felt a little dizzy.

"I hope you've been well resting these days, Brother Vardine told me, do you think there aren't so many voices in your ears?"

Maybe if you have time, it's best to ask if you can bring someone to this team building, the drunken sun is too comfortable, so that people who always nest in the laboratory at night are a little uncomfortable.

"They're not so clear anymore."

Kraft dismounted at the door with Wattin and watched as he showed some sort of identification to the monk before he was released.

"As for the light, I didn't have much of an impression after coming here, and I didn't even feel like it was coming for me."

"What about dreams? And what happened to the light in the dream?"

Inside, you enter the building's atrium, which is much more comfortable than the unkempt façade.

According to Brother Vardin, the water comes from a natural spring, which is why the earliest settlers fell in love with the land.

"You too?"

Before he could finish speaking, in the usual silence, the priest jerked his ears and looked in the direction where he had turned his head, as if a tsunami of thousands of people was coming from there, tearing at his eardrums in a frequency band that no one else could hear.

And Kraft realized in hindsight that it was not vertigo, but some kind of vibration from the depths of the earth, which had crossed a long distance and reached their feet.

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