Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 354 Light Crushing
"Here, try this. I picked the tenderest ones. I guarantee they'll taste good." The old priest brought the clay pot wrapped in a wet cloth to the table and poured a large bowl of hot soup into each of the two guests' bowls. "How is it? Did you find what you wanted?"

“Thank you for your help. These documents are of great significance and will help the monastery understand this land.” Dominic scooped up the peas from the bottom of the soup bowl, stuffed the spoon into his mouth, and chewed mechanically.

The beans just picked during the day were crisp, tender and sweet, and they were delicious enough with just a little salt, but he really had no appetite.

The spoon stirred the soup, knocking against the edge of the bowl. The foam swirled and gathered in the middle, condensing into a shape that easily evoked associations.

The dizziness came unexpectedly, causing him to feel nauseous and retching, as if what was being stirred was not the pea soup but the soft tissue in his head that was aching slightly.

“Young man, you don’t look well.” The priest promptly lifted Dominic’s upper body to prevent him from falling headfirst into the bowl. “If you’re not in a hurry, it’s best to rest for a few days before going.

"You don't have to be careless when walking on mountain roads. Monte left us prematurely because of this incident, when I had only been here for a few years.

"The whole village spontaneously went up the mountain to search for several days, but unfortunately, they didn't even find the body."

The priest touched Dominic's palms and forehead, which were terribly cold. Sweat was oozing out of his skin, and it was as wet and cold as an eel pulled out of ice water.

This is a very bad sign. Most of the patients who have had similar symptoms in the past have suffered severe trauma or are in the terminal stage of a serious illness. Their lives are lost along with the temperature in their bodies, and neither prayers nor medicines can save them.

However, when he looked into the eyes of the young monk, he did not see the indifferent expression as if his consciousness was fading away. On the contrary, his eyes were unusually bright.

Peeping into their owner's thoughts through them is like seeing a brilliant fire through a glass window.

Those were not candles, but the supporting beams of the building that were burning.

The owner of the consciousness and body seemed to be completely unaware of his situation and was trying for the second time to reach the water cup that was so close.

Field took the lead and put the rim of the cup to his mouth and fed him two sips of warm water.

"Don't……"

Before the priest finished his words of dissuasion, Dominic began to cough violently, using facts to prove the dangers of feeding patients with motor coordination disorders at will.

"Sorry, sorry!" Field apologized quickly, not knowing whether he was apologizing to his companions and the priest, or to the leader of a certain knightly order who had repeatedly emphasized the relevant first aid knowledge.

However, this choking cough seemed to activate the body's regulatory instinct. The soaring breathing and heart rate made his face quickly turn rosy, and he no longer looked like a damp and cold ghost emerging from a rainstorm.

"I think we should return to the monastery as soon as possible. There are the best medical conditions and first-class doctors there." Field was relieved by the good fortune of his companions, but Field, who had calmed down, immediately thought of more.

When an emergency occurs, there is actually not much difference between being in this small church in a mountain village and being in the wild, as there is no ability to handle it.

The person should be transferred to a place where further treatment can be provided while his condition is stable.

"Don't pay attention to that report. Let's borrow a donkey cart tonight and leave at dawn." Although there was no direct evidence, one could feel that something was wrong and it became increasingly obvious after they made one, or possibly several, wrong choices.

No matter how dull you are, you can't turn a blind eye to all this and explain it as pure coincidence.

The monastery is the best refuge at this moment, both for body and mind.

"Do not."

Field felt his wrist tighten and looked down to find Dominic had grabbed him.

"To the next destination, I feel like we're almost there, almost there."

"What did you find?"

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"I found two pieces of broken stone, some scrap copper and iron, a piece of pottery shard of a water jug, and half a basket of shrimps and crabs, but it's a pity that they can't be eaten."

Kupp stood in the cool, clear mountain stream with his trouser legs rolled up.

I didn't expect there was a stream in the valley below the cliff. My skill in finding things in the water came in handy. I easily caught a lot of slow-moving crustaceans that had not been disturbed by humans for a long time. They looked quite suitable for making soup.

Unfortunately, this was in a place that was suspected of being "affected". He dipped the basket back into the water, and the small creatures blessed by the miracle of life fled in all directions. Only a few small things that seemed to be man-made were left in the basket, waiting to be taken back to the craftsman for identification.

There was not much progress on Yvonne's side. Only two large pieces of stone with traces of artificial splitting were found on the shore. Perhaps they rolled here along the rock wall and had a layer of stone skin peeled off, leaving them bumpy and in ruins.

The wreckage proved the existence of man-made structures that had been destroyed, but it was not enough to construct a tower.

Perhaps the building did not collapse towards the cliff, so the amount that fell was smaller.

However, no cleared waste was seen on the top of the mountain or inside or outside the monastery, leaving only an empty foundation for people to imagine.

Yvonne turned the stone over several times and found nothing special. Then he jumped on it and sat down to rest for a while. He asked the monk who was traveling with him to hear a new story.

Who would refuse such a request?
Besides, telling some holy stories was part of the monks’ professional habit, and they were happy to repeat to anyone the miracles and holy signs that had been recited countless times.

Most of these stories are a bit outdated and preachy, telling of saints being doubted and then healing people in public.

“A man came with a lame man. St. Paul looked at him and touched his afflicted part. Seeing that he had faith to be healed, he said with a loud voice, ‘Stand up on your feet.’ The man jumped up and walked without any hindrance.”

Coop hid his face behind the basket and chuckled in a hidden way.

He had seen many cases of lameness, most of which were caused by improper reduction of fractures, resulting in various abnormalities after healing. He could even feel abnormal folds and swollen bone calluses through the skin.

It takes the time it takes St. Paul to say a word to break and reconnect the misaligned bones.

When he thought of the scene where Heavenly Father hit the cripple's leg with an orthopedic hammer, he couldn't hold it in anymore. However, there were too many monks present and laughing too obviously would easily damage the relationship between his colleagues, so he could only lower his head and pretend to search in the water.

But Yvonne has not yet become desensitized to this kind of plot, and she can even draw inferences and make analogies after listening to it.

"My mentor is fine too."

She had seen how Kraft could make a child's immobilized arm flexible simply by "touching" the elbow.

The monks now laughed good-naturedly, and no one felt that the child's opinion was an offense to God the Father.

However, they still wanted to correct this misconception: "Yes, Mr. Kraft is a skilled doctor, and the church has heard of him, but the power of mortals cannot be compared with that of the Heavenly Father."

"The power of the Lord can heal all diseases, restore sight to the blind, open the tongue-tied, drive out fever from the sick, revive the dead who have lost their lives, and even calm the plague from the land."

This was indeed beyond dispute, and others had the scriptures to prove it. Yvonne opened her mouth but could not say anything to refute.

Kup continued to search in the water, regretting that he had not gone to the manor and called the two monks stationed there to save time.

His calves were numb and painful from soaking in the cold stream water, and he thought they were going to cramp. Even a northerner like him couldn't stand it, so he found a rock above the water and sat on it, then lifted his legs out of the water to drain them.

But he seemed to have overestimated the stability of the temporary seat. The unstable stone caused him to fall to one side and roll into the stream, almost crushing his left leg. A few inches more would have sent him back to the monastery to wait for the miracle.

The silt under the stone was washed away by the water, and several pieces of light yellow substances that were originally pressed floated up and drifted onto his face.

"What is that?" Kupp picked up one of the unidentified objects. It was so light that it was a bit counterintuitive. It felt like neither stone nor wood. Some of the surfaces were smooth, while others were rough and thorny, as if it had been broken off from somewhere.

Turn the object over to the rough side and you'll find that the roughness is caused by the porous, loose sponge-like structure.

It looked like a piece of broken bone, but it was much lighter than any bones he had touched before. It was even lighter than the remains in the Dunling cemetery that had been eaten by insects and rats for who knows how many years.

Kraft had mentioned before that bird skeletons were lighter than those of ordinary animals, but given the shape and size, he could not imagine any bird that looked like this.

I don’t know if it’s a result of having learned too much anatomy recently, but I always feel that it looks a little familiar.

He stood up and walked shivering to the muddy puddle left by the rolling stone. There were quite a few similar things in it. Small pieces were merging with the mud and sand, drifting down from the side of his legs, leaving a fine, light and sharp feeling when they brushed against his skin.

"Come over here." Kupp waved toward the shore and added, "Hurry up and throw a sieve over here first."

Before I know it, it is New Year's Eve. The endless snake in the dark night wishes you all infinite wisdom and inspiration in the Year of the Snake! Of course, the most important thing is good health!

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