Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 347 The Days That Can't Be Stopped

"Captain, it's time for morning prayer."

"Mr. Kraft, breakfast is left on the table for you. Oh, and the class you missed yesterday, and last week's teaching materials."

"Captain, are you going to guide today's morning exercise?"

"Father, the night duty schedule for next week has been completed. Please review it."

"Sir, this is the cost of all the materials and labor for the renovation last month. In addition, the carpenter said that the oak wood that Priel received was not enough. Should we buy it from somewhere else, or use other wood instead? The effect may be better."

"Dear Dean, the Baron would like to know if you have time to give me some enlightenment on faith and discuss the purchase of land mentioned earlier."

"My brother, according to past experience, we'd better discuss a wheat purchase plan with the farmers before the harvest season and prepare for winter as early as possible."

"Captain, we have made a list of the damage to the monastery buildings that we have discovered so far. Which ones do you think should be repaired first?"

"Teacher, uh, nothing, please go ahead and do your work."

"The stonemasons said they don't have enough manpower now, so it would be best to hire some help from down the mountain."

"Captain, there's another letter. Your name is on it, but the title is lecturer. Could it be sent to the wrong address?"

"Captain, what I said before..."

"Captain!"

"Captain?"

"Mr. Kraft? The breakfast seems to be cold. Do you want me to get you a new one?"

"Thank you, but no thanks. I'll send the bread back to the kitchen stove to reheat it and serve it with lunch." A stiff, lifeless face slowly raised itself to meet the visitor's face.

Although it was unethical, Kupp instinctively thought of the stereotyped facial features he had talked about a few days ago, which were usually seen in some serious neuropsychiatric diseases. He never made up for the rest of the treatment plan in that class, not knowing whether he didn't have the time or didn't have the time.

"Are you okay?"

"Still alive for now." Kraft swept away the documents with wet ink, lay on the table, and pushed the bowl of soup in front of him.

There were a few vegetable leaves embedded in the white fat floating on the surface, like a sailboat frozen in ice, which really made people lose their appetite.

"Is there a problem?"

"Uh, that's right." Kupp wanted to give a negative answer, but he was not just here to visit. "They asked me to ask if a tower should be added to the list of buildings to be repaired."

"Which one? Hasn't this been discussed already?" Kraft reviewed the blueprints. The conditions of several towers attached to the main building were mostly good, and he didn't recall any needing major repairs.

"Neither. They found a new one, on the top of the mountain."

"Where does the tower come from?" As early as the second day after arriving, I had already toured the surrounding area. I had the impression that the top of the mountain should be a flat land that had not been developed much.

"To be precise, there was a tower, but they didn't know what it was used for, so they came to ask."

"Well, take me to have a look." Such an important matter as whether to allocate funds for building repairs requires the dean's approval, so he should go and have a look no matter what.

Like an evil spirit imprisoned in the high walls of a monastery for twenty years, Kraft left his chair with light steps, floated through the corridors that were being sprinkled and swept, and the courtyards that were being weeded, and climbed to the top of the mountain following Kupp, who was feeling cold behind him.

Among the bushes and weeds, I saw the thing called a "tower", a... pool?

Near the cliff, a square depression was chiseled out in the rock foundation, with a few bricks, stones and rotten wood soaking in the turbid water.

It's not that I didn't notice this place when I first came here, I just thought it was a hollowed-out reservoir for some bathing activities that needed to be held here. There was even a drainage trough next to it to drain away the excess water.

"Where is the tower?" Kraft almost suspected that someone was trying to defraud him of funds.

"Sir, this is the foundation of the tower." The stonemason brought from Dunling has excellent professional skills and was not at all shy when facing the dean's questioning.

"I thought it was a pool at first, but the stones were so regular that it would take a lot of effort to chisel it. It wouldn't be necessary if it was just for storing water, so I cleaned up the area around it." He pointed to the drill holes revealed after clearing away the weeds and loose soil. "These holes are used to install wooden stakes, anchors, and scaffolding. They were removed after it was built."

"Aren't these trenches used to divert water?"

"No, it is indeed used to divert water. The stone foundation does not seep water, and it is difficult to work if too much water accumulates."

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The stonemason began to get nervous. Although he was sure that his judgment was correct, who knew if this answer would offend someone inexplicably?

He wanted to say something else, such as admitting that he was only considering his past experience and lacked higher-level wisdom and guidance. However, the dean's attendant who had been standing by his side pressed his shoulders and shook his head gently, indicating that there was no need to say more.

Kraft didn't keep them waiting for long. "Why does it have to be a tower?"

"The foundation is not wide, but it is deep, so it is not needed for other buildings."

"But where did it go?" It's just a tower. It's not a building block that can be built or demolished at will.

"It's probably a center of gravity problem. The remaining wood is very thick. It was probably a pillar. It must have collapsed under its own weight. Otherwise, such a large piece of wood would have been used for other purposes after being dismantled." The carpenter guessed, and mentioned the building materials. "If you want to rebuild it, I suggest you use oak. It's denser and less susceptible to insect infestation."

"Okay, I understand. Thank you all for your work. Go ahead and get busy. We'll let you know once we've discussed the reconstruction."

Kraft nodded to the craftsmen and gave them a poorly executed professional smile, acknowledging their meticulous work. Coop understood and pushed the crowd away.

When he returned to Kraft, the latter was circling the foundation with his head down, the circle becoming larger and larger, and finally stopped at the edge of the cliff, with the valley shrouded by morning mist at his feet.

"Do you have any orders?"

"Take some people down there to look for it tomorrow. Don't take too many people. Two or three will be enough."

"What are you looking for?"

"The remains of the tower, and some things and their signs. You know what I mean." The professor pondered for a moment, and suddenly added, "Take Yvonne with you and assign her some proper work."

The busy guardian finally remembered that he had such a student: "By the way, what is she doing recently?"

"I'm probably busy with my studies. Sometimes I'll volunteer to help clean up the monastery, provided that the monks are willing to trade their stories for me."

"That's good. I always feel that she is a little prejudiced against everyone. This is not good for future interpersonal relationships."

"You worry too much. She gets along well with everyone and has her own ideas. She can't be treated as a child." Instead of worrying about other people's mental state, Kupp felt that Kraft should worry more about his own affairs.

"By the way, what would you like for lunch?"

"Just take one and put it on the table. I'll eat it right away. No, I'll take a look and then eat it."