Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 341 Thunder
"I looked into the garden, and behold a lady in rich apparel, whose brightness outshone the branches of summer sun, and whose beauty was fairer than the lilies of May..."

"What are you mumbling about, 'madam' and 'lily'?" Field turned around and craned his neck curiously to peek at the contents of the booklet. He had reason to suspect that his companion was hiding something interesting from him.

The mule and horse, with less subjective initiative, once again brought the wheel hub into the pit. The two men were tossed up and down like beans in a frying pan, and their hips were hurt by the collisions.

"Damn it, Field, I shouldn't have dragged you out here!"

Dominic lay in the scattered cargo in a mess, wishing he could slap himself twice in the face for what he did that morning. How could he have believed this guy's lies about being able to drive? Who knew if he made it up just to go out and have some fun.

The short poem I just remembered disappeared without a trace in a flash, and my mind was blank except for the blood rushing up.

He tried hard to recall the context, but found little, only fragments of words like a flock of pigeons, which fluttered away and disappeared when his consciousness tried to approach, leaving only one or two feathers to symbolize their existence.

"So what are you mumbling about?"

"It's just a poem." Dominic realized that he was going to lose this poem. The original text was copied from a poetry collection temporarily borrowed from the Dunling Library. Now the words and memory are blurred, and perhaps there will be no chance to find it again.

Just like the feeling that just passed away, people always lose something permanently without noticing. This irreversible loss makes people feel a little depressed for a while.

"What poem?"

"I guarantee there's nothing in there that you'd be interested in. Watch the road!"

The car has already entered the mountain road. If the person in the driving seat continues to be distracted, there is no guarantee that the two of them will be promoted to accompany the Heavenly Father tonight.

Now it seems that the road that seemed a bit too wide is actually quite reasonable. The speed at which the light in the mountains fades is much faster than on the flat ground. When the high cliffs are still reflecting the glaring light, it is already difficult to see the road surface on the boulevard.

In the lush vegetation on both sides, the boundaries and the valleys are blurred and confused. At first glance, it looks no different from a flat grassland, but if you cross it a little, both the car and the people will roll down and it will be difficult to find any trace.

The third-rate driver's neck began to sweat, and the knuckles of his hands holding the reins were bulging, and he was almost choking the horse.

This at least makes people feel a little reassured. When Field is doing his job seriously, he usually won't make any mistakes.

Dominic pushed his heart back from his throat into his chest and lay down in the truck bed with a flat pumpkin as his pillow.

He tried one last time to recover what he had just lost, his consciousness going back and forth between those few short lines of poetry, searching for an outlet for his memory.

It is like a handicraft that has been played with many times, and the metaphors of each sentence can be remembered. The truth is portrayed as holy flowers and the bright summer sun, guiding readers to pursue the right path of enlightenment. When you first read it, you can't help but be attracted by the ingenuity.

But at that moment, he seemed to suddenly comprehend another layer of meaning, something "non-existent" flashed by, and a third side of the paper appeared besides the front and back, transcending punctuation, pronunciation and rhyme, and perfectly embedded in the handwritten text, even more harmonious than the original text.

It is brief but profound, and is by no means an illusion constructed by consciousness itself.

He almost thought it was a destined revelation, but the perspective it revealed was full of concepts and scenes he had never seen before.

It's like climbing along a predetermined path towards an unattainable glorious peak, but suddenly you are tripped by an inexplicable pothole and your knees hit the ground heavily.

The light above my head dimmed for a moment, and my perspective followed the loose rock chips falling, and I realized that the abyss was not far away.

There was a dark area from the skyline to the ground below. The debris that fell into it stirred up abnormally high and towering dark waves, which broke through the limitations of the earth one after another, climbing above the field of vision like plant growth, and interweaving with the dense clouds.

The light from the mountain peaks was like a roulette wheel being turned, rushing into the valley.

All things in the world are quietly and madly classified into the dark nothingness in an incomprehensible form, leaving only that thing that cannot even be called a "thing".

It is so huge that it is unimaginable, and its presence is everywhere in the all-consuming nothingness and darkness; it is also infinitesimal, so small that it can pass through the narrow gaps between words and penetrate into the pupil of the eye that discovers it. [It sees you]

It was not that it discovered it, but that it discovered itself.

A chill ran through his body. Dominic opened his eyes and waved his arms in panic, trying to escape the darkness before his eyes, until he felt a hard and uncomfortable vibration coming from behind.

His body was still lying in the truck bed, as if he had fallen asleep without realizing it.

It was already dark. The weather, which had been fluctuating between cloudy and sunny for many days, had finally reached a critical point. The clouds blocked the light of the stars and the moon, and the darkness above was as pure as in a dream.

"Are you awake? Actually, you can rest for a while. We still have a long way to go."

Field drove the car at almost the slowest speed, relying on the lantern hanging on the front of the car to move slowly on the mountain road. He relied entirely on his self-esteem to hold on and did not leave the car to go back for help.

We must have missed dinner time. I hope the chef doesn't have any ingredients necessary for the main dish on the shopping list.

"When did I fall asleep?" He reached out and fumbled around for a while, but the notebook was nowhere to be found. Perhaps it was thrown away in the fright.

While feeling upset about losing all the accounts, I was actually somewhat relieved in my subconscious mind, feeling that I had temporarily gotten rid of something unspeakable, as if the sequelae of the inexplicable nightmare just now had also left me.

"It won't be long. I guess we're about... halfway up the mountain?"

"I swear I will never ask you to come out with me again. Imagine what Mr. Kraft will think of two idiots who are late for grocery shopping."

"Sorry, it's my fault." The culprit admitted his mistake very straightforwardly. "I, Brother Field, Associate Knight of the Knights Hospitaller, hereby declare a night of fasting and self-reflection. The midnight snack belongs to my brother."

Although the apology sounded insincere, the midnight snack made up for it well, and Dominic was reluctantly willing to accept the repentance on behalf of the Heavenly Father.

With the confusion of just waking up and pain in the back of his head, he thought for a long time, and slowly remembered to ask if anyone had heard any strange dream talking before.

Just as they were thinking about how to start, a violent bright white light replaced the darkness. It was brief and dazzling, outlining the twisted branches of the trees in every detail. The shimmering outlines of the mountains in the distance stretched out a twisted shadow towards them.

Then darkness rolled back like a tide, leaving burn marks in the field of vision for a long time.

Dominic was stunned for a moment, and after realizing that the light came from the clouds, he took half a breath to jump to the driving seat, snatched the reins from his companion who was still staring at the sky, and held them tightly.

Soon, they heard a belated vibration, a long chaotic rumble like a mountain range awakening in the clouds and the slow rubbing of rock scales, drowning out the frightened neighing of the frightened horses.

The reins drew a hot and stinging track in the palm of the hand, and finally they were stabilized by the combined efforts of the two. The sound waves faded away and disappeared into the horizon.

Still in shock, Dominic turned over his palm to check the injury and prepared to use his inner clothing to temporarily treat it.

However, his hearing was once again occupied by the roar of the explosion, the reins slipped out of his hands and the carriage rushed towards the darkness.

I seemed to hear my companions shouting in panic and trying to twist the halter.

A fear more hidden than falling pierced his mind as he thought about it.

【This is the sound of thunder】

What was that just now?
As we gradually enter the autumn and winter seasons, various infectious diseases are rampant and the department's business volume has increased dramatically. We also hope that everyone will take precautions, pay attention to weather changes, and prevent infection.

Also: Let me recommend the only book on the recent fantasy new book list that is related to the K-series (sad)
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