Just after noon, the professor and Brother Vaddin hurried home.

The people who were busy with the farming outside the monastery were still working tirelessly, and perhaps at some point, the body did feel a slight dizziness, but it was masked by the symptoms of mild heat stroke.

In any case, the canals had to be repaired as soon as possible, as the water on the surface and underground was gradually decreasing without rainfall.

The fertile and noisy ground they work underneath, densely packed with loose pores of moisture-loving creatures, has just been awakened from the rainy season of the previous period, stimulated by the change of water, and has become active.

This activity has not yet lifted the mud shell of the soil, and only brought up a few mud bubbles or turned moss leaves, but in time no one can guess what will be hatched in the familiar land of yesterday.

It seems that nothing has changed, the same road, the same scenery, and the more unbearable sunshine.

No, something has really changed.

As they passed knee-high grass, swarms of black shadows, disturbed by the tremors, burst out and exposed themselves to the middle of the unobstructed road, like sewage flowing from one side of the road to the other.

The horses, which had no time to restrain, stepped straight into the shadows, sharp squeaks and filthy red substances emerging from under their hooves.

It's a large swarm of rats, and Kraft has never seen so many rats. These nocturnal animals are driven away from their nests and out at the least suitable times for activity, forming a neurotic undercurrent that overflows the ground.

The death of their own kind had no effect on their behavior, or that the meager amount of brain capacity was too full to hold the superfluous, and they struggled to flee under the whip of a premonition of danger.

As if as a very ominous prelude, the strange atmosphere is rendered around, and the distance from the city is shortened.

Flocks of birds hover in the air, insects flutter their wings, and creatures' instincts to avoid harm make them restless and behave in all sorts of unusual ways. They fly like swarms, instinctively turning back to avoid the ravines created by the collapse of the tunnels.

It was as if something was rising from it, tearing the wilderness into fragmented pieces.

Humans, on the other hand, are significantly sluggish in their reactions.

When they arrived in the city, sweating profusely, they found that the order had not changed much.

The outlying markets still run spontaneously, with shops and sheds selling produce and handicrafts next to each other, occupying vantage points on both sides of the road, where a variety of characters pick and choose.

The stall owners were busy tending to the shelves, sorting out the scattered goods, helping the crooked and loose pillars of the shed back into place, and not forgetting to sell the freshly dusted goods to passing customers.

The impact was apparently much greater than that of the monastery, but it was limited, and only a few pieces of fallen rubble could tell what happened.

Before a large-scale panic occurs, the anomaly that lasted only a few seconds was over, and the casualties were non-existent.

But life has to go on, the crowd is gradually returning to its original trajectory, and even a few individuals who want to think a lot are being brought into this abnormal normal with trepidation under the inertia of the group.

The tension that turns into the shadows flows through inadvertent actions, the flow of people is faster than usual, and a small conflict can turn into a quarrel and end hastily.

Several horse-drawn carriages passed by, carrying daily necessities and heading out of the city, as if they were preparing to go to the suburban manor for a temporary stay.

Although they do not understand the situation, it seems that there are still many people who do not want to stand under the dangerous wall and have the conditions to go out and watch for a few days.

The further you move into the city, the more obvious the signs of this undercurrent become. The damage to the low-rise dwellings on the outskirts of the city is generally small, but the traces are magnified on the historic multi-storey buildings.

The micro-dislocations caused by the vibrations are reflected in the cracked exterior walls, where suspicious cracks pry open thick powder shells, spreading and branching out like climbing plants, eroding the thick powder shells and revealing old masonry walls.

Perhaps it was these signs that made people realize that the stone giants were not easy to live with, and that sooner or later they would melt into the ruins beneath their feet and become part of the ruins, and they were no different.

As a corner of the street collapses and falls, water bubbles out of the sunken bricks to form a spring-like pool, and onlookers are discussing the possibility of groundwater and converting it into a small fountain if it can be sustained.

The professor followed Brother Varding towards the tall, spired-top building that could be seen from any position, merging in the spontaneous flow of people from all over the city.

A large number of residents gather in front of the Cathedral of Our Lady to seek comfort and answers from their souls.

The clergy and bodyguards of the church drowned out in the crowd, shouting loudly in an attempt to maintain order, but in an environment noisier than the bazaar, it was ineffective, and it was impossible to actually do it due to their identity

The two men who dismounted and entered the church square struggled to separate the gap and reached the vicinity of the church, only to find that the main entrance had long been closed, and the knights of the winged helmet cathar had joined the team to control the crowd.

The scene was chaotic, and the crowd, which had basically maintained a superficial normal, seemed to have aroused some kind of emotion in the crowding and physical conflicts, and the bad tendencies were gradually fermenting.

It took a great deal of effort for Wattin to find a colleague he knew, and when he learned that they had been temporarily ordered to block the entrances and go out to appease the worshippers at the time of the incident, they were now blocked out, and no one knew where to enter until further news arrived.

It was a prescient decision, and the interior of the church, although large, was not large enough to accommodate a crowd of this size.

The incident happened suddenly, and perhaps the church was also deliberating the explanation, and it had to be discussed with the other powers in the city, and so far no one with enough weight has come forward to give an explanation.

Since there is no explanation, the explanation will grow automatically, and they have heard all kinds of discussions in the crowd, and it has even developed to the point that "the Father will punish the depraved behavior in the city, and the earthquake is a kind of foreshadowing."

The nearby priest didn't have time to rebuke the successive fallacies, and scanned the crowd to get the guards to catch a few, but there was no way to catch them.

At the edge of the field of vision, something fell from a height, and the sound of heavy impact shattering and screaming sounded simultaneously.

The black-pressed crowd exploded from the landing point, fleeing and squeezing in all directions for unknown reasons, accompanied by inexplicable wails and shouts such as "devil", which completely detonated the tense atmosphere to the critical point, and a large number of people followed blindly to run away, regardless of the need to squeeze a road through the congestion.

"Stop, stop!"

"In the name of the Father, stand still!"

The colleague who was still talking to Vardine turned around and tried to contain the crowd that had spread to this side, but was dispersed in a blink of an eye.

Realizing the danger, the two almost wanted to draw their swords, but they were held down by reason to hold down the hand that reached for the hilt of the sword, and instead used the scabbard to open the oncoming believer, and when necessary, they had to use the counterweight to open the palm of the unconscious grasp, and while dealing with the crowd, they moved against the wall against the current towards the outbreak of chaos.

Breaking out of the encirclement in a state that was even more embarrassed than coming out of the sewers, Kraft stepped on a bulge and nearly broke his foot.

Looking down, it was a swarthy and hideous half of the face, with curved fangs piercing through the lips, and a beard-like soft jaw stained with fresh, viscous red liquid.

The surprise made him jump away immediately, and his brain was idling, wondering if something had leaked from the nearby island in the middle of the river.

When you calm down a bit, you can see that this scary thing has no living features other than moss on the surface. The delicate carving creates that hideous feeling very well, and with the natural smearing of time, it becomes particularly terrifying.

But it was just a stone statue, and the rest of it shattered and scattered, tripped more people in the stampede.

Kraft looked up, and there was clearly something missing in one of the cornices directly above, and the empty fracture explained the origin of the thing.

The dripping beast of the church, or gargoyle. It was already cracking for a long time, but it came loose because of vibration, and finally broke and fell off.

At most, one or two unlucky eggs were hit, but they ended up in the most coincidental or unfortunate environment, resulting in the worst situation.

In the open space of the square where the crowd receded, there were victims who did not know whether they were alive or dead, and the nearest one should have been directly hit, and they were holding their arms and wailing loudly, and they were quite energetic. A few of the remaining trampled after tripping did not say a word, and the situation was not optimistic.

Although it was only a mild earthquake, the first victims were already there – half a day after the earthquake.

Craft lamented and beckoned to the few people who were still standing on the field and were able to get up on their own: "Need help, here's a doctor!" ”

He had a hunch that the trouble here might be the next one. The holiday is over before it even begins.

Good news, the well-known writer Yi Zidian recently won the repechage match, and "Steel Fire Law" was restored!

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