Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 334 Destruction
Raymond's discovery sparked a discussion. More than a dozen members of the Knights discussed and analyzed this detail, scrambling to use the fresh knowledge they had just brought out from the academy.

Although I didn't quite understand the personalized interpretation of artistic styles, the communication of special symbolic meanings, and regional cultural differences, to an outsider, they all sounded quite reasonable and it was really difficult to judge.

In the end they were unable to reach a consensus, but they put forward a relatively likely hypothesis: this might be a manifestation of the local religious order incorporating local elements.

After all, the territory of Priyer is a basin surrounded by mountains on all sides. Similar terrain is very common here. Adding elements that conform to the local people's cognition is more likely to resonate and be accepted by believers.

This is not without precedent. For example, the murals in the north of the kingdom prefer the holy and clean snowy scenes, while the sacred scenes around Westminster are mostly rich in vegetation. However, such changes to key content are generally rare, especially in the important scene of "Ascension".

But it was just rare, so they didn't stay for too long and continued to move forward, perhaps they would find the answer in the monastery.

"Ascension" is indeed the last painted relief on the road. After the team walked through the last section of uphill road with deep leaves, they saw the monastery that had always remained in their impression on the drawing.

It was built on a relatively flat area some distance from the top of the mountain and was larger than expected.

The gray-black building complex spreads out along the terrain, with a church leaning against the mountain in the middle. It adopts a Gothic style similar to that of the Cathedral of Our Lady, but the decoration is simpler. The windows are deep and narrow and positioned higher. The decorative carvings like arches on the outer periphery expand the visual width so that it does not appear out of proportion with the overall scale.

Asymmetrical ancillary buildings extend on both sides of the main church. They are of different heights and have different surface colors. They should have been expanded one after another after it was put into use, but the overall style remains consistent.

I don't know if it's due to technical issues or other considerations, but just from the deep windows one can tell that the thickness of the outer wall is far greater than that of ordinary similar buildings.

A thick stone wall two people high completely encloses the open space in front of the monastery, leaving it as an atrium that cannot be seen through. There is only a platform in front of the main entrance for visitors to stay temporarily.

The paint on the surface of the solid wood-clad iron door panel has peeled off, and rust has risen in clusters like blisters. The wood has been rotten to the point where its type cannot be seen, but it is still far from being able to be easily destroyed.

It was obvious that the owner had no intention of coming back before he left. Several long horizontal wooden boards were fixed to the door, and the long nails like buckles showed that he had never considered how to take it down.

Kraft seemed to understand why he, as the new owner, did not receive the key.

But this problem is easy to solve. Although there is no locksmith on site, there are blacksmiths and carpenters in the team who were recruited at a high price.

They simply sawed off the wooden board that sealed the door, but still couldn't push it open. An experienced craftsman found a few spots in the door where light wasn't seeping in, so he rubbed it with a file and scraped off some powder.

"It's lead." He licked it and blew away the powder from his fingertips with a gloomy look on his face. "Someone walked over and poured lead water into the crack of the door."

This might be the first time in their lives that they had seen a door locked like this, and the veterans couldn't think of a way to allow the team to enter before the sun set.

Kraft gave up fighting with the damn door and chose to climb over the wall.

Soon, two long ladders were put together. The monk who went ahead was slightly surprised and froze for a moment, then he flipped over and stood up steadily. The wall covered the part below his waist.

This is not even a wall, but a defensive facility similar to a city wall, except that it is a little more subtle and does not have any concave and convex arrow slits.

Kraft then climbed up the wall and found that there were many wider stairs on the inside, which allowed people to quickly go up and down and carry large equipment. It was a semi-militarized fortress, at least two generations behind the Priyer family castle.

Although it is true that old-style monasteries need to have some defensive functions, the builders here must have been suffering from a bit of paranoia.

The good news is that it will now be owned by the Knights. Everyone is so satisfied with the quality of the assets that they can even temporarily ignore the mess in the atrium.

The unpruned seedlings grew wildly for many years after humans left, overflowing the limited scope of the garden, and the old fallen leaves covered the road surface so densely that it was no different from a forest path.

The vines were like the loose hair of a ghost, almost crushing the trellis and strangling the surrounding trees that were also poorly pruned. They hung down from their slanting branches, glowing an unhealthy pale yellow from lack of sunlight.

The more fragile flowering plants had long been wiped out in this unlimited competition, leaving the entire courtyard with only an unhealthy yellow-green color casually painted by chaotic nature and a strong smell of humus.

"It feels like this place might be haunted at any moment?" a nagging unlucky fellow muttered, and was immediately glared at by the people around him.

"It's okay. We have many professionals who can match ours." Kraft walked down the high wall and stepped into the fallen leaves. The dead plants covered his feet. "The rate of possession of holy scriptures exceeds that of most places in the kingdom. If one person recites a sentence, the devil can be sent back to hell."

The door of the main building, the church, was not nailed shut, but it could not be pushed open, and the windows high above prevented them from climbing in.

After the carpenter studied it for a while and concluded that there was probably only one wooden door bolt and that replacing the door was more cost-effective than repairing it, Kraft decisively handed the task to Yvonne, who was eager to try.

After some unconventional but effective operations, the problem with the door and the attitude problems of some new members of the Knights towards girls were solved.

The professor's youngest student walked into the church carrying a blacksmith's hammer, and he seemed to be still unsatisfied.

The situation here is slightly better than outside. Apart from the inevitable dust and dampness, the way it is built against the mountain further reduces the source of light, so that the hall is still dim at noon.

There were only a few pieces of stained glass left in the window frames, and the cold natural light passed through them, casting a few nose-tickling beams of light in the wide, dusty space.

The sneezing sounds came one after another, which is the nightmare of rhinitis patients.

Kraft pulled his collar to cover his mouth and nose and walked inside until he was in the center of the hall, feeling whether there was any other smell besides water vapor and dust.

The answer is no. It has not been found yet, or it is not obvious enough.

He looked at Kupp covertly with an inquiring look, and the other shook his head affirmatively and couldn't help sneezing again.

Although this place looks like the kind of place suitable for a classic Gothic horror story, it is actually much safer than Dunling. At least you don't have to experience the feeling of having a large time bomb buried under the cushions.

He stepped on something, which felt very similar to the footsteps in the courtyard. Kraft took out a pair of gloves from his pocket, put them on, and bent down to pick it up.

The contents of the half-wrapped cover were already very loose, and the poor storage environment had damaged the binding knots. With a slight lift, they scattered all over the floor, like a ball of wet sand or last year's rotten leaves.

"Stop." Kraft stretched out his hand to stop the people who were about to move forward and directed their attention to the shadows ahead.

Things like fallen leaves covered the stone-paved ground, thrown away carelessly.
It was an astonishing number of pages, piled up one on top of the other, in a state of decay.

I’d like to recommend a book written by a friend in the group, it’s also a piece of shit!

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