Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 346 Disturbance Layer

"If it is true that God has punished him by causing him to die in the wilderness without leaving any body, isn't that enough?" Dominic asked back.

The other party is probably no longer concerned about the past, but wants to fundamentally determine the right and wrong of the conflict between the two families over the years, but they cannot believe one-sided words without any evidence.

In order to get to the stage of reconciliation as quickly as possible, he simply seized on this point and prepared to put the matter to rest.

"After death, the Heavenly Father will decide the destination of his soul. That is an absolutely fair judgment. The living cannot know everything. To speculate on past events that we have not witnessed with our own eyes will only make us commit the sin of usurpation and arrogance."

We can't do this anymore, I suggest you stop here, otherwise you will offend the authority of Heavenly Father.

As expected, the stonemason hesitated. Although the will of the Heavenly Father was illusory, it was obvious that he was disrespecting Him in front of the monks, and he would definitely have a hard time in the future.

Dominic struck while the iron was hot: "If you still have doubts, you can ask old John's son to come along and see if he dares to swear before God that his father did not dig up other people's graves. If he tells a lie, he will be punished after his death."

"What if there actually is, but he doesn't know about it?"

"That means he was not involved in the crimes of his fathers. You should clear up the misunderstanding and mend things. As neighbors, having one more friend and one less enemy are two good things."

"what?"

The stonemason vaguely felt that something was wrong. No matter how he argued, both the positive and negative arguments made sense, but he had no way to refute it.

"You can go back and think about whether this is the truth. It is better to resolve grudges than to create them." Dominic said sincerely. He really felt that there was no better solution.

"We are still here to pray for the dead and comfort the disturbed souls. You can go home and think about whether this is the truth. The door of heaven is always open to those who are tolerant."

"Ah, thank you, Father, I'll go back and think about it." The stonemason nodded, not quite understanding.

"Hey, I'm not..." Dominic wanted to correct the problem of address, but thinking that the other party probably didn't understand the difference in positions within the church, the words turned around and he swallowed them back helplessly.

Anyway, for ordinary people, those who help with mediation are all "priests", so what's the difference?

Seeing the other party preparing to leave, he suddenly realized that he had made a small mistake in his haste to send the person away.

This mountain area is full of ups and downs, and without a guide, it would take them a long time to get back. But the words had already been spoken, and it would seem very unprofessional to keep someone behind, so he had to change his words.

"By the way, you mentioned earlier that Old John's body was dragged away by a wild beast, so it was never found?"

I hope the other party can understand the hint - the mountain is dangerous, it is best to stay and wait for the two monks to finish praying and go back together.

"Yes, that guy went up the mountain one day and didn't come home. The next day, we only found the things he had dropped, and we didn't see them in the valley below."

Dominic began to sweat, "What kind of beast is on this mountain?"

It doesn't sound like a small animal. It would have to be at least a pack of wolves or some large beast to be wiped out overnight, right?

Even with weapons, the two of them might not be able to handle the situation.

But the stonemason didn't look afraid, and didn't even think the same as him, as if he had never considered the possibility of being attacked.

"I'm not sure. Maybe it's a wolf?" The answer was full of uncertainty, and "maybe" was not very reliable. "I haven't seen it either."

"Who said that?"

"Well, everyone says so, so there should be one." Grabbing his hair covered with stone powder, the stonemason tried hard to recall where this common sense came from, "Otherwise, where did those who couldn't be found go?"

For his own safety, Dominic thought it would be better to ask a few more questions, "Has anyone seen it?" "At least not in recent years. The ones that occasionally come and bite livestock to death are small creatures like wild cats and foxes."

Perhaps he saw the monk's worry, so he added, "Maybe it's God's blessing. I have hardly heard of wild animals attacking living people since I was a child. Even if it's a wild boar or lynx, the Baron can gather a few hunters to deal with it."

"Don't worry too much. We've been to this mountain quite often and have never seen anything bigger than a wild cat."

"Oh, of course not, we have this." Dominic felt relieved and lifted the sword hanging on his belt. Although he had never seen blood, if mountain cats, foxes and the like really dared to come up, they would be a supplement to his dinner.

Dominic remained motionless for a long time as he watched the stonemason walk away and disappear around the bend. In fact, he still had one last worry that he hadn't expressed.

Is it possible that those who have been encountered have never come back?

"What are you thinking about?" Field came from behind and patted his shoulder.

"I'm thinking about which prayer to recite later." Dominic shook off the palms on his shoulders and asked, "You have been walking around for so long, have you found anything?"

This was just a casual question, with no expectation of getting any answer. The probability of an angel appearing on the spot and giving them revelation was greater than the possibility of them restoring the truth themselves.

"Really." Field raised the armor-piercing pick in his hand. There were some mud spots on it. It was obviously used for some purpose beyond its professional level. "The soil here may have been turned over."

"Whose grave did you dig?!"

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"No, no, no, of course not." Field denied it hastily. He just wanted to find some symbolic evidence to convince the stonemason, but he had no intention of offending the descendants of all the dead here.

"I deliberately didn't start around the tomb. I dug other places and found that the soil layer underneath was wrong. I couldn't see much, but the colors of the deep and shallow layers were mixed. Some places were loose and some were relatively dense, which was consistent with the appearance of being dug up and re-covered with soil."

Dominic looked more suspicious: "Why do you know this kind of thing?"

"Well, it's not that Father Green was promoted so quickly. I once considered going to the Inquisition to find a way out, and I asked my acquaintances about their main work." The result can only be said to be a shattered fantasy. The new employee works three night shifts a week, squatting in the cemetery, and is more like a tomb robber than a tomb robber.

"That's what I learned at the time. I just took a rough look, but I can't guarantee it's correct. According to their standards, among the places I randomly selected on the top of the mountain, only one or two spots had not been turned over."

“Even if someone were to rob a tomb, they wouldn’t be able to plow the entire top of the mountain, right?” Dominic imagined the tomb robber dragging a plow back and forth to loosen the soil on the top of the mountain, and was amused by the conclusion.

"Forget it, let's finish this as soon as possible and go down the mountain. I hope I don't have to eat cold bread when I get back. Alas!"

Field cried out in pain and jumped up, covering his foot. Frightened, Dominic quickly used the scabbard to poke at the dry grass, looking for traces of the poisonous snake.

Fortunately, it was just a thick tree stump with a jagged cross-section and exposed broken roots stuck in the ground, and was kicked by the guy who was not looking at the road.

There were no outsiders present, so Field didn't need to worry about his image. "Don't let me catch who it is! You don't want the trees at the foot of the mountain, but you insist on cutting down the trees near the grave. Why do you leave so many tree stumps?"

Dominic listened to him howling for a long time without responding.

The feeling that had been lingering these days came back to me, and something was about to burst out somewhere in my heart.

The old graves, the turned soil, and the jagged cross-sections of tree stumps are like the inspiration in words, vaguely hinting at something, about to come out of the mouth, yet just out of reach on the horizon.

"I want to ask Old John's child privately first. In case he really knows something, we can be prepared and avoid making the situation too awkward." He explained his curiosity.

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The subject matter and ideas are very novel, and the story structure may have some minor deficiencies in professional knowledge, but I’m glad that I’m not a related major, so I can’t see that (very happy).