Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 144 The Back of the Gold Coin
Since coming ashore, Kraft feels like he hasn’t walked a few steps on the road in Westminster, repeating the process of getting on and off the car, jumping from one scene to another like a montage clip.

The van body is small in size, but it is pulled by two tall and strong horses, and the cover is tight. The many engraved windows are neither light-transmitting nor light, and the heterogeneous composite sound of the interlayer is emitted when tapped lightly. .

"The inside is covered with iron." Martin fastened the bolts on the windows on both sides, lit the candlesticks fixed on the wall of the compartment, and sat on the opposite side. Safety."

"This shouldn't be the first time you've made such a promise to me."

The carriage moved, and the sturdy carriage did not give the guests much confidence.If it is said that the assassination of the heretics encountered at the beginning can still be used as a theory; then the man-made disappearance case permeating the deep breath makes any guarantee not a reason for reassurance.

"Any clues about the heretics and the holding of devil cherries?"

"My respected professor, it's only been half the night. I think two hours is not enough for anyone to give any results." Martin said with a wry smile. He noticed the sight that Kraft always cast on his side face, and raised his hand to wipe I picked it up, and it turned red.

In the two hours, this man obviously didn't go to work all the time, and he was quite a time manager.

"If the two things are connected, the people behind are much more efficient than us." Kraft held his left arm, closed his eyes and leaned back on the chair.Apart from the galloping of the horse, you can still hear the sound of horseshoes on both sides following the vehicle, "What's outside?"

"Our people." Seeing his nervousness, Martin opened a window, and several riders in light armor sandwiched the carriage.

The windows were quickly closed again, but this time was enough for Kraft to see the low, simple buildings far below the river, and they were far away from the city center.

After a while, the hard slate road under the wheels turned into a muddy dirt road with more potholes and bumps. The poorly repaired wild roads can sometimes knock passengers out of their seats.

And the sound of horseshoes on both sides always followed, relying on the familiarity of the road and excellent riding skills, moving forward under the limited lighting of the torch, pulling Kraft horizontally by a Ryan level.

This reveals a considerable importance.Such a cavalry requires expensive personnel and equipment, and requires years of training.As the core force, if you are more courageous, you can attack the small temporary army with less martial virtue.

No matter how rich the Westminster region is, mobilizing them can only be achieved by the core part of the power.

To be seconded out of the city at such a late night, to escort a scholar to an unknown place, the meaning is obvious.

After an inestimably long journey in the dark, the speed of the carriage slowed down, and the carriage reclined slightly.

【Uphill】

On a very long uphill, the vehicle stops for a while when it reaches a certain height, and when the passengers think that this is the top of the slope, the vehicle turns and climbs again.

As a person with such a long road in front of his house, Kraft can easily think of similar things, the slope is not suitable for straight up and down terrain, zigzag curves.But compared with this seemingly endless length, the project on the hill behind Wood Town is like a miniature toy in the hands of a child.

The vehicle repeatedly ascends and turns, and the journey that is longer than a small intestine makes people gradually indifferent, and even forget how many turns they have turned, and it is impossible to estimate how high they have risen.However, intuitively, the climbing time between each turn is shortening, indicating that they will reach their destination.

The military knowledge from his grandfather made him feel unconcealable envy after being surprised. After all, who wouldn’t want such a long and cool steep slope in front of their castle?
When the long ramp finally came to an end, the spokes drove onto the flat road again, the strong light and the sound of fast negotiations passed through the window for a short time, and then paused in front of two successive traps driven by heavy chain winches, another checkpoint Finally, the carriage stopped completely with the sound of approaching nail leaves.

"Here we are, Professor Kraft."

Martin opened the car door and got out of the car first. A bright metal cone with holes protruded from the shadows. It was the sharp beak of a pig's helmet, pointing towards Martin.

"Martin? My brother, it's hard to live without you." The owner of the helmet lifted his mask and gave him a hug with a breastplate covered with a blue coat of arms with a coat of arms with white oak leaves. Not inviting us to her afternoon party."

"We'll talk about it later, Barrow. Is the door open for any guests here who must be brought to the Inner Castle?"

"You know, the guards at the inner gate at night are harder than the wall, and they can't even make an echo. Go that way." A knight who was about Martin's age picked him out from the soldiers in the same blue armor. A torch that burned the brightest was given to Martin.

Martin rubbed his sternum, which was almost dented, and asked, frowning with little hope, "My guest is more important, is there anything I can discuss?"

"Either you can wait for tomorrow's sunrise, and we will line up here to welcome you through the main gate." The oak leaf coat of arms lowered his mask, tapped his breastplate and saluted Kraft, who had just got off the carriage, "Welcome, distinguished guest, but We are not the rule makers here."

He led the soldiers to glance at the carriages as a routine inspection, and then left in a single formation. The lighting torches in the formation illuminated a part of their environment for Kraft, which was as tall as he had seen before, or taller. The man-made building is made of uncarved ashlar, rises into the darkness that blends with the night, and the vertical towering posture carries a sense of oppression as if it is about to fall at any time.

Martin led him to grope under the man-made cliff for a while, and found an inconspicuous small door at the corner, "I'm afraid there will be a detour here."

"I do not mind."

Being able to walk a few more steps is also a good choice for an unfortunate "guest" who has a full dinner and has been bumped all the way.He followed Martin up the spiral staircase behind the door.

Then there is an endless climb, the left-handed stairs don't even have windows, only hollow niches with recessed intervals, repeating to the point that it seems to be walking in a space where the end is connected.Amazingly, even though these niches were more than an arm's length into the wall, they did not break through the stone bricks or affect the stability of the building.

The closed and limited environment and thickness once reminded people of the suffocation wrapped in rocky oceans under the southern hills, or some tricky game designers in other worlds were procrastinating for loading the next big scene.He regretted a little the way he had promised Martin to go.

But this is really just an illusion caused by repetition. In fact, after counting more than two hundred steps, the same small door is embedded on the left side.

Martin pushed the door open for him, and a stone road wide enough for carriages appeared in front of him, extending straight in the unobstructed space.At the end of the distance, a majestic towering silhouette hovers in the field of vision like a mountain, wearing a tooth-shaped crown of light.

Shocked by this scene, Kraft was in a daze for a moment, before he noticed the arrow stack parapets on both sides of the road, which were above an extremely wide barrier.He was pushed out of the door frame by the wonder of the giant in his heart, stepped on the building that seemed to be shattered in the next second, and appeared like a hallucination in this empty and endless night, and looked down with admiration for the builder.

The patrol torches were as small as sparks in ashes.On the other side of the wall is a slightly inclined trapezoidal barrier, facing the endless hillside.

He looked back and found that he was walking out of the same majestic building as on the opposite side. It was two towers forming horns, facing the bright flames burning brightly in the night.

With two towers and a large trapezoidal inclined wall, Kraft immediately understood that this was not the first time he had met it.

【gold】

Its image is imprinted on every most cherished and sought-after object, and flows all over the kingdom, but only when you see it with your own eyes will you understand why it occupies one of them.

The miracle of Norse military history, the impregnable fortress, the defender of the crown, the immortal oak.

The confusion and reasoning along the way have been confirmed here, and the most amazing but also the most reasonable guess has become a reality.

"Westminborg! Martin can really hide!"

　Just push the book "Secret: The Arcana War" by a group of friends

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