Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 361 Holy Object
"Oh, Heavenly Father! It's my fault. I shouldn't have given the patient such irritating medicinal tea." The priest who rushed over after hearing the news didn't notice the mess on the table. He helped the patient, who was gasping for breath, to turn him sideways and patted his back hard.

This blind attempt had no positive effect other than causing Dominic to cough up more acid.

Fortunately, the young man's good tolerance allowed him to hold on until the vomiting subsided. His chest heaved, and he made a terrible whistling sound of inhalation, accompanied by a series of irregular coughs and gasps.

The two helpless men were completely confused and let Dominic thrash and struggle on the ground for a long time. After a hard fight with his physiological reflexes, he barely regained his breathing rhythm.

He survived, temporarily.

Field's outstretched hand stopped in mid-air, not knowing what to do. On the one hand, he was afraid of causing secondary damage if he moved rashly, and on the other hand, Dominic's appearance at the moment was really a bit embarrassing, which aroused his instinctive fear of severe diseases.

However, conscience overcame their instinctive disgust. The two men took off the dirty coat on the spot, dragged the man to a dry place, and wiped his face.

It was then that they discovered that Dominic was still conscious. His eyes followed the priest's movements. He grabbed the priest's wrist with his trembling hands, and his strength did not seem like that of a patient.

The owner of the church was so frightened that he shook his hands away reflexively, but failed to do so.

A faint, incoherent, repetitive sound came from between lips that were open like a dehydrated fish.

I bent down and listened carefully. It was not a cry for help.

"Where did they go..."

Hollow and resolute, like a drowned corpse under the ice, tapping the transparent and impenetrable boundary again and again with its fingernails.

Even though he was in the middle of the church, he couldn't stop a dark and cold feeling from rising up in him, ignoring the thick walls and clothes and sticking to his back.

The two looked at each other and saw the same idea in each other's eyes:
[Possessed by evil spirits? ]

Seeing that the priest's hand had turned red and he was grimacing in pain, Field apologized and decisively twisted Dominic's wrist, forcing him to loosen his grip, and then turned him over and pressed him face down on the ground.

"belt!"

Using the only suitable restraint on the scene, Field successfully grabbed the other hand and tied it behind his back, then removed the sword and eliminated the danger before Dominic could further regain control of his body.

No matter what, weapons should never be allowed to reach mentally disturbed people.

Dominic's next move confirmed this: he jerked his head back, bounced off the ground like a fish, and hit his occipital bone against the bridge of the nose of the person behind him.

The priest watched in horror as Field covered his face and stepped back, blood oozing from between his fingers. He searched three times before finding the holy emblem in his collar, and then he recited scriptures aloud at the fastest speed in his life, almost screaming.

"Lord! We pray in your holy name, may you crush and drive away all the enemy's forces, all the dark things, all the devil's deceptions. We beg you to hear our prayers..."

Dominic turned over and looked into his eyes. The look in his eyes was not evil, but he just ignored everything around him and was only looking for answers, as if he wanted to drill into his mind and dig out clues.

The priest's body stiffened after a moment of staring at him, and his stammering lips almost forgot how to continue. But Field rushed over, interrupting the staring, and angrily pressed his companion back to the ground with his bloody nose.

"I command you in the name of the Father and the Holy Spirit, and by His power, all unclean spirits, all satanic forces, all invasions from the enemies of hell, all evil forces and demonic factions - retreat immediately!"

That headbutt obviously made Field realize the current situation much more clearly. He used his weight to hold down Dominic, who was still struggling, and freed his hands to pull out his belt.

In the chaos, he seemed to hear the muffled sound of something cracking slightly, but he had no time to pay attention to it.

"…The Supreme Father, the Creator of all things in the world, commands you! The Holy Spirit commands you! Disappear and flee from this creation of God!"

Dominic calmed down a bit after the exorcism was halfway done. It was hard to tell whether the scripture was effective or the person on his back and the two belts binding his wrists and ankles were more effective. "Please be willing to expel the enemies of the Holy Church. We beg you to hear our prayers!"

Field wiped the blood and saliva off his face, tentatively shifted his body weight, relaxed his control, and waved his hand to signal the priest to stop reading.

This time Dominic did not jump up again. The fierce confrontation just now seemed to have exhausted the last bit of energy and strength in his sick body, and he fell into a deep sleep or fainting.

The priest approached cautiously and put his finger in front of his nose to test.

"Alive."

"I'm so sorry, my friend has been feeling a little... uh, unwell lately." Field took a while to muster up the courage to check the condition of the room. There were no fewer than a handful of books affected in the mess, and he didn't dare to guess their value.

"Perhaps this is what gave the evil spirit an opportunity to sneak in. Thanks to you for helping to expel it."

Although he hadn't figured out what was going on yet, he thought it would be best to put the blame on an evil spirit whose existence he didn't know. Anyway, the evil spirit couldn't show up in the church to defend itself.

Of course, if the evil spirit shows up and tells the story, it further proves that the accident was caused by the influence of evil forces.

The priest was very receptive to this statement and readily admitted his high level of exorcism skills in emergency situations, but he still had doubts:

"What did he mean by 'where did they go'?"

"Maybe it was influenced by what I just saw." Field briefly mentioned the matter of the sacrificial vessels, and took the initiative to omit the speculation about the time and the identity of the convoy.

"Oh, you mean the silver set!"

Unexpectedly, the priest easily understood what he was referring to and handed the holy emblem he had just held during the exorcism to Field to see.

The pure silver holy emblem is always shiny and new because it is well maintained. The workmanship is excellent, and the short feathers on the slender wings are especially delicately carved. The overlapping feathers are a bit too delicate, and the overly regular and dense overlapping makes them look like the interlocking scales of a reptile instead of soft feathers.

"This is one of the vessels which my teacher, the last priest of this church, had mentioned to me before.

“At the time, he was worried that the team would use money to redeem the items when they returned, but they were actually kept.

"We are still using them now. We didn't sell them even when we were in the most difficult times. Don't even think about taking them back!"

Of course Field couldn't redeem the things, and they couldn't represent the monastery of that time.

Compared to this set of silver sacrificial vessels, he wanted to know more from the priest about the convoy, where it went and what it was doing.

"The teacher only said that they went north. They seemed to be carrying something valuable and would not let anyone get close to them, as if they were transporting a sacred object."

Not many people remember what happened many years ago, but if it involves family heirlooms, the priest may still be able to find some relevant information.

"That's the road that leads to a deeper place. Why are they going there?" Field was puzzled. "What do they take with them when they come back?"

"This... I really have no impression. The teacher didn't mention it. Maybe they took a different route on their return trip? Why are you asking this?"

"It's nothing, I'm just curious. Let's find a room for this guy first. We can't just leave him lying here forever."

Recently... I've been very busy, my body clock is reversed, and it's difficult to update.

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