The feeling of vertigo went in a flash and did not stir up any waves. People who are less sensitive may not even feel what is happening.

Vardin rushed forward to hold the slippery Green, lifted him to the chair, and tapped his shoulders to call the priest's name. The latter was almost unconscious, and there was no way to know exactly what he had heard, but that must have been terrible.

The monastic monks, who noticed that there was an emergency, rushed to check on it, and thought it was some kind of sudden summer syncope, so they sent someone to fetch some ice wine from the cellar and tried to pour some on the sick person.

Kraft stopped the recklessness of choking the liquid into his trachea, insisting on waiting for Green to regain consciousness before letting him drink some.

It took a few minutes for the priest to fully recover, and he pressed his ear with palpitations, still slightly sluggish in response to the sound.

Although he was still a little shaky when he got up, he insisted that he was fine, and walked the monk who had come to help, and led the two of them to the room on the top floor of the monastery, and locked the door.

"We must return to Tunling at once."

Looking out the window, the lush green stretches peacefully to the horizon, as if nothing has changed. But he knew very well that in the city on the other side of the line, the unexpected was happening.

"What did you hear?" Kraft was in no hurry to agree. Instead, he thinks it's the last time Green should go back.

For some reason, Green's influence seems to have increased significantly.

Instinctively wanting to go somewhere, the direction is already in mind. There is no reason but to feel that it is necessary to get there and join in the midst of it for a chance to put an end to the endless pain and fear and return to eternal tranquility.

After a brief eerie silence like a deep breath, thousands of different voices erupted in it, drowning out all sounds.

He saw suffocating rain clouds like lead, and the rushing water between the valleys, among which there were living creatures that glowed white.

The lips of the two figures in front of him opened and closed, saying something, as if there was a thick diaphragm, and the specific details could not be heard clearly.

It's not hunting someone or something, it's migrating in a unified direction.

The hands and feet moved unconsciously, but they were suppressed by something.

"They're calling me over!" Extreme pain drills into the skull from the forehead and lasts for a blink or a lifetime.

A visible chill swept over Green, and his body instinctively shivered in the heat. Unimaginable, irresistible forces emerge without warning in thinking that it is all about to end, mocking the self-righteousness of mortals.

"Green, Green!" There was a voice calling, and this time it was familiar.

He looked as if he had just woken up from a nightmare, and he was about to wake up, "as if the people were standing in the square, or even more, shouting close to their ears."

【Here you come!】 】

"It's similar, but it's more serious. I can't describe it, all you can hear is that sound, they're there." The wandering gaze reveals that he is caught up in unconscious thought, and approaches the answer through intuition, or through some kind of imposed thought.

As if he had crossed the limits of space and time, he had returned to a certain place, and the endless cold and cold that stretched out him from the normal world, and the darkest memories came to the surface like schools of oxygen-starved fish before a rainstorm.

The temperature in the sunlight was leaving him uncandidly, the ceiling seemed to be dripping, and the chaotic vague call echoed in the small space.

"Voice, voice over there." Green's voice was much higher than usual, but he didn't notice it, in line with his performance after being hit by a loud sound, "It's not the same as before."

"Just like when we faced that thing in the mausoleum?"

Then the dripping ceiling above his head turned into a splash of water, pouring through his face, neck and collar, reflexively making him want to stand up and fight back, but there was a real sting in his cheeks immediately.

"Wake up! Hell, don't follow it!"

The two figures in front of him, one holding a water glass, and the other blonde holding his hand, seemed to be ready to continue using physical arousal at any time depending on the situation.

The out-of-focus gaze reconverges, bringing consciousness back into a well-lit room.

"What's wrong with me?"

"Afterwards there is memory impairment, it is delirium." The speaker held out his hand and gestured in front of his eyes, "How many fingers?"

"Two?"

"Remember where you were? Who are we?" The man continued.

"Ugh...... Cobray Abbey." This time he thought for a moment before coming up with an answer, "Professor, Vadin? What's wrong with me?"

"Okay, orientation doesn't seem to be a big problem." Kraft tried to let go of his hand, but instead of resisting as before, Green woke up in a big dream.

This does not bode well, as it means that the intensity of the source of influence has crossed the red line of physical and mental endurance and has reached a level that will be temporarily forgotten by self-protection mechanisms.

If the source of the impact was really Dunling, I couldn't imagine what was happening.

"I need to get back to Dunlin as soon as possible." Crowded, deep-seated, these two words put together, making it difficult to sit still.

"Prepare me a horse, and I'll go back with you today." Green shook to get out of his chair, but was pushed back down.

"Why?"

"I have to go back, just today."

"Why?" Kraft asked a second time, "You should understand that you are already deeply affected now, and that getting closer will only help you more."

"But I must ......," the priest's voice grew quieter, but his eyes sharpened, and the fog in his eyes gradually lifted.

"That's part of the impact?"

"Frankly, I'm not sure. But the best option is for you to stay here, or go further away and hide, and leave what you want to do to Vardin, and remember to send us letters every day."

Judging by the clinical presentation, Green has entered the second stage of deep contact – inevitably being swept deeper.

Ideally, more attention should be paid to such patients, but that is no longer the case, and Kraft needs to return to Dunling as soon as possible to find out what is going on there, and then pray that Green will be able to deal with this part of the problem on his own while this time occurs.

After much consideration, he took out a small lead bottle from his inner pouch and handed it to the other man, preventing the priest from opening it in front of him.

This thing reminded Green of the "anomalous cue bottle" he had gotten before, and after shaking it, it only made the sound of a small pebble rolling, not the sound texture of the sand grinding against it.

"Is this what you did to measure the 'impact' of the new device? How can I use it, or listen to the sound?"

"It's for measuring, but I didn't make it, and I only have one in my hand for the time being, so don't lose it."

Kraft wasn't sure if it was a wise decision to give this to Green, after all, its judgment mechanism was very unfavorable to him, but he felt that he should take some simple professional responsibility for Green's life.

He stopped Green's hand curiously trying to pull out the cork, "Open it when you think something might not be right, if you feel right, the contents will glow red, and the brighter the light, the worse the situation, understand?"

"Understood, but why can't you open it now, there is a limit to the number of times?"

"I don't know, and that's it, so please only open it when necessary." "Stay here, or stay further away from Dunling, until we figure out what's going on."

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