Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 337 Difficult to Move Assets
"This place feels bigger than it looks from the outside, but I've never heard anyone mention it. Have you heard of it before, Dominic?"

The monk with the holy pickaxe on his waist held up the lantern and looked up at the top of the corridor. A considerable area of ​​flowers and angel paintings decorated the blank spaces between the ribs, making this road connecting the residential area and the warehouse not too monotonous.

Because they were painted indoors, the complex patterns, completed by the painter with his sore neck tilted back, are only dim and faded, so that the heaven and starry sky scenes against the red and blue background are not unrecognizable.

Even though this corridor usually has few visitors except for the manager who manages chores, the painting strokes are still soft and delicate, accurately outlining every texture.

He had taken some brief medical courses within the church, and a large number of patients with spinal and neck diseases came from these groups who painted the ceilings.

"We weren't even born more than 20 years ago. If it was closed due to some scandal, it's normal that we haven't heard of it." Dominic glanced at the head painting. Even with the aesthetic taste he developed during his studies at Dunling, it could be considered of a good standard.

It is unlikely that the local church could raise enough funds to build a monastery of this size and detail. Monasteries that have received special care would certainly be recorded.

These students who lack family background will basically start looking for their future destination long before completing their studies, and even some church organizations in remote areas have heard of them.

If there were a large, empty abbey near Westminster, rumors of its reopening would probably circulate every year.

Strangely enough, they don’t even know what the monastery was named after.

It seemed as if the builder and its name had been erased along with the writing on the wood and rock.

"It is indeed a bit strange." The thought lingered in my mind. The traces of cutting and damage flashed from time to time. The original text was clearly completely unrecognizable, but when I recalled it, I always felt that I should be able to read something.

It's like looking at things on the other side through worn glass. No matter how you adjust the distance, it's always blurry, but you'll always catch a glimpse of something inadvertently at some hard-to-reproduce angle, which makes you want to check again and again, as if you're hung on an invisible hook.

Dominic took a deep breath of the cool night breeze and pulled himself out of his inexplicable feelings. He was more curious about the weapon on his companion's waist than the thing that made him confused.

The heavy pickaxe pulled the belt to one side and struck the leg armor regularly with each step. The sound reflected and overlapped back and forth in the space.

"Field, I don't understand why you chose this thing. Wouldn't it be better to pick a sword like everyone else? It makes you look like an old farmer who was just taken from the fields and forced into service by the lord."

"Vulgar opinion." The monk called Field snorted disdainfully. "I guess you all chose it because you follow the crowd."

"But Father Green also used a sword. Is there a problem with that too?" Dominic immediately cited a typical successful case.

"That's why I said you can only imitate."

"Bang, bang!" Field knocked on the metal plates on his body. For the sake of portability, they only wore breastplates and partial limb armor. "Think, my friend, think."

"Think about what Mr. Kraft sent us. This stuff is not cheap. A dozen sets would make even the bishop heartbroken."

"Is it so that you can wear it and fight against those heretical societies in Dunling City that can't even wear leather armor like the Inquisition?"

Dominic realized something belatedly, "You mean..."

"Yes, sooner or later there will be an opponent worthy of this armor. I just familiarized myself with it in advance." After weighing the reliability of the big guy, Brother Field was quite satisfied. "And look at Mr. Kraft's two students. Which one of them is playing with long small iron pieces?"

"That makes sense, but why didn't you say so earlier?"

"Because one armor-piercing pickaxe is a reasonable addition, eleven is just stupid."

"You're always the smartest of us."

"Thank you for the compliment."

Dominic was silent for a long time and decided not to discuss the topic of weapons anymore.

Walking into the open warehouse door, there were already quite a few people busy here. Most of them were craftsmen who were accompanying the team and leading their apprentices and hired workers to count and sort the materials, transport and place them overnight, calculate what was needed for preliminary repairs, and report the difference to the team that would go down the mountain to purchase materials tomorrow morning.

The monks' task is to take turns on duty to ensure safety.

To be honest, it is difficult to understand what the mandatory requirement for armed personnel to be on duty is to prevent, but in church schools there are more difficult to understand the meaning of the commandments and requirements, and the penalties for violations are also very severe. Compared with this, this is very reasonable. Being cautious is never a bad habit.

Especially when the superior is more generous, what he says will usually make people feel that it makes sense.

As the night gradually approached, in order to relieve their sleepiness, the two of them stood up at the same time and walked around to look for something to do.

As a warehouse for a large monastery, it needs to store all the daily necessities of life. Naturally, the scale is not small, but it does not use the expensive arch technology to build it. Instead, it is a complex building composed of many different functional compartments. The largest is the grain storage area, which is filled with sealed wooden barrels for preserving grains and pottery jars for beans. Bricks are used to raise the bottom to prevent moisture and rats.

Hanging from the beams were dried and salted meats, with yellow and white salt seeping out of the surface. They were probably pork, beef and fish.

Of course, no matter how good the storage conditions are, they cannot resist the passage of time, and the workers are heartbroken as they throw away the rotten grains along with the barrels.

Dominic noticed that the older professor's assistant and attendant was supervising here, making sure that the employees put some sealed small jars into boxes and nailed them away.

"what is this?"

I picked up a few cans and shook them, and I could hear the sound of particles rubbing against each other or the feel of some thick liquid.

"The instructor has ordered that all salt, condiments, spices, oil, honey and the like must be destroyed and discarded, leaving nothing behind."

"Is there some..."

"Isn't this a bit too wasteful?" Unexpectedly, Kraft's right-hand man answered the question directly, "For safety reasons, even something like honey that does not spoil must be destroyed."

"Please continue your patrol mission. I will be responsible for watching this place until it is clear."

The other person's eyes were slightly wary, and he obviously regarded everyone as suspicious.

It is undeniable that Dominic realized that he did have some shameful thoughts just now. He quickly confessed the greed that arose in his heart at that moment and left the scene in embarrassment.

Field bowed his head thoughtfully and completed the farewell etiquette for his companion.

"The captain is indeed a self-disciplined person." After walking out of Kupp's sight, Dominic said embarrassedly, "I have to apologize to him for some prejudice."

The Knights' suspected excessive and close business dealings made him think that Kraft was a person who cared more about money, which did not conform to the traditional image of the church that keeps a sufficient distance from the secular world.

If he were in the same position, he would at least choose to sell the well-preserved spices and honey, even if he didn't keep them.

"Well, that's not necessary." Field pointed to a small room with an open door at the end of the corridor. There were candles burning brightly, and two familiar figures stood in the reflected metallic light.

Hearing the footsteps, they turned around and naturally put the account books and pens behind their backs.

Now I could see clearly that it was Brother Kraft and Raymond.

Although it was already late at night, the two men had not left the warehouse yet. Instead, they stayed in a small room at the deepest part, with smiles on their faces that could not be concealed by their serious expressions.

Judging from the door design, which is twice as thick as similar ones and has double locks, it is estimated that it has a special purpose.

Indeed, it seemed to be the monastery's reliquary.

Most of the empty shelves had been covered in dust for a long time. Before leaving, the original owner must have taken away small, easy-to-carry precious metal holy emblems, statues, and holy grails and plates used for sacrifices.

However, large items such as gilded multi-branched candlesticks, reliquary cabinets, and marble and silver-inlaid altars could not be moved away in a hurry and were left behind.

If I'm not mistaken, I seemed to have heard words like "pry" and "melt" just now.

"Oh, Dominic and Field, you've worked hard on the night shift. There's a midnight snack in the third room from the left. You can go and have some." Kraft smiled at them sincerely.

"Raymond and I are checking here to see if there are any suspicious inscriptions that need to be destroyed."

Although I have pushed it before, I will push it again!
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