Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 152 The Silent Legacy
Outsiders' specific understanding of Fort Westminster often starts with raising a demand, and then they will realize that this is not a fortress the size of a town, but a town that has been fortified into a fortress.

This building complex occupying the top of the hill not only accommodates the residential area, storage, stables, and training ground for the garrison personnel to stay for a long time, but also a small and exquisite chapel, wine-making area and supporting wine cellar. , poultry breeding sheds, and small vegetable and fruit growing areas, mainly lettuce.It is not difficult to see the attitude of staying in it forever.

When uninterested besiegers eat high-altitude parabolas on the long hillside where rolling stones can run for a few minutes, the castle owner will taste fresh and plump vegetables and meat on the upper terrace of the inner castle, and serve cold beer or Wine overlooking their show.

Of course, there will be no shortage of various workshops, dealing with wood and stone engineering, iron making and repair, and luxury craftsmen who meet high-end needs.They have been involved in the construction and service of the building from their parents and grandparents, and most of the objects seen here, large and small, are their hands.

But today, the artisans were given some special requirements that had never been heard before.

"No, no, I don't think the quill is good. It is difficult to pierce the skin, and it will break easily." With a little force, the quill in his hand was broken into corners, and the demanding outsider threw it into the The stove next to it "needs a hollow tube that is at least as thin as this one, but with much better hardness and toughness. It is best if it is metal, and it can be connected to the gas cylinder."

The people present looked at the jeweler, and the skillful hands that could embed gemstones the size of grains of wheat into earrings also had difficulty, "I have never seen such a thing, but I have seen hairpins made of bird bones before, and they are indeed hard and soft." thin."

"If you must make it out of metal, then I can try it, but I can't guarantee it will work." He added with a bitter face.This profession is not like most of the peers who only need to follow the handed down craftsmanship, but also have to face the endlessly strange needs of the nobles. The demands made by this young nobleman can be regarded as the most outrageous group among all kinds of whims.

Medieval high-quality Party A held his chin in silence, seemingly dissatisfied.Today he has accepted too many compromises. The inflatable device may have to be the kind of enema. The hose is only glued and sealed with leather stitching. Jump God.

He fell into self-doubt, whether his request was indeed inappropriate, and the equipment form should be adjusted according to objective conditions.

"Is Professor Kraft here?" The sound of hurried armor walking broke into the conversation in the workshop.

Kraft walked out of the crowd, looked towards the door, and unexpectedly saw a person who should have left the castle three days ago, "Martin? Didn't you go to the port?"

"Something urgent, is it convenient now?" Martin wiped the sweat off his face, took off his helmet, and his wet hair was sticky and compacted, similar to freshly fished seaweed, capable of exposing salt grains.

"Of course, anytime." It's hard to imagine what it would be like to come to Westminster in the sun wearing all this equipment. Kraft believes that no one would be willing to go through such a toss. Martin should have brought him a sense of the answer you want.

Out of respect for those who are running around outside, he can give up thinking about the shaman painting style first, "That's it, try both, I will come back tomorrow, if you have any questions before, you can pass them on to me Retinue. Kupu, Yvonne, please stay here for a while, if you need anything, you can tell them, you don’t have to wait for me for dinner.”

Kraft quickly left the workshop and followed Martin to an unremarkable road, the voices were far away from them.

"You asked when did that sect appear?"

Martin removed the water bladder from the sling, poured the last gulp into his mouth, and licked his parched lips.Obviously, this is not enough to replenish the lost water, but he didn't mean to spend a little more time on it, "At least four months ago, the church dealt with the first case, and the reason was that the guy tried to defraud the believers of money , As a result, I was targeted for charging too much.”

"Then I discovered more and more." Kraft continued, "I remember you said that some people have believed in them for several years, and they can continue to live in peace, why have they become active recently?"

"Although it doesn't make sense, there is only some overlap in time, I always feel."

"You think they're meddling in something that shouldn't be moved." A declarative sentence with an affirmative tone.

This surprised Kraft. After all, he was just an uncertain idea caught in trivial fragments without any intermediate evidence. Why would Martin think of it with him.

He re-examined Martin, and found that the knight had put on that stuffy helmet again at some point, and the hot and humid weather couldn't stop him from getting a little subconscious comfort through this action, "What happened?"

"Do you remember Diego? He was the steward at the banquet." At this moment, Martin mentioned something that seemed irrelevant, "We used to have some friendship. When we first arrived at the port, we wanted to find him, but I heard that He went outside the city to chase some criminal involved in the disappearance case."

This is indeed impressive. At that time, he could see that he was familiar with Martin, "Yes, I remember. That slightly fat knight."

"At first we thought he was going to catch some unrelated thief to make up for it." Some kind of emotion, such as plaque, clings to the tone, making the narrative complex, probably regret, depression, and something that shakes his spirit , "Maybe he thinks so too. Twenty people are just outside the city, so what's the problem?"

He seemed to be recovering Diego's thoughts, and he seemed to be in disbelief.

"Then?" Kraft felt a little uncomfortable.

"Diego, the knight of the Duke of Westminster." He paused, and continued to walk forward, leaving behind something invisible, "and my friend, return to the embrace of the Father in a way that suits his identity , a testament to his loyalty and bravery."

Kraft was speechless for a while, confirming that he had not misunderstood the meaning of the language. A person whom he only met once was confirmed dead within a few days, and another person he didn't know well told him, which lacked real sense.All he could say was "May Heavenly Father bless him".

Then quickly connected back and forth, and looked at Martin in surprise.

"That heresy?!"

He had seen the equipment of the guards, a knight under the duke, with about twenty men and followers, fell to a place not far outside the city.His guess is likely to be right. It is difficult not to associate all bad things with a pagan religion that can do such a thing.

But the most important thing now is that after Diego's death, he also cut off the clues that came out by accident.The pagan man probably cleaned up and ran away.

"Is it still too late to continue the search? Or can we find something else?" Kraft asked hopelessly.

During the conversation, they had come to a remote courtyard, which seemed to be used for training, but the dummy stakes were moved aside, and the Duke's soldiers guarded several long wooden crates, which were just big enough to fit an adult .

Kraft realized what these were and closed his mouth quietly.He still doesn't understand what Martin needs his help, and if this coffin is used as a cavalier or squire's coffin, it is a bit crude and does not meet the status of a normal person who died in battle.But this is someone else's internal affairs, and he doesn't intend to comment on it.

"This is where we need your help. Have you seen anything like this?" Martin pulled out a dagger from his waist, inserted it into the gap, and pried open one of the boxes.

Somewhat surprised, Kraft stepped forward and leaned over to look inside the box. It wasn't the body of the chubby steward he had imagined, but an ugly face.

In the white ring on the chest of the robe, a sword wound pierced through the heart, and there was a thread-like object implicated in the wound.

(End of this chapter)