Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 368 Seizing the Knife
The first person to notice the accident was Benny. His fatherly instinct made him look at Lucian first and noticed the dagger in the boy's hand.

This is a utility knife used for cutting ropes, planing wood, and close-range self-defense in a pinch, and it should not appear in the plan, especially when they have the upper hand.

No, they don't have the upper hand now.

His concern for his child made him hesitate for a moment, but like most knight families who had not lost their martial virtues, the training given to the heir was not only about physical fitness and skills, but also about the correct way to deal with crises:
"Watch out Lucian!"

He shouted and reminded them to tighten the rope net first. Dominic was like a flying insect caught in a spider web. The more he struggled, the more difficult it became for him to move. The net and the wooden hooks were entangled with each other, putting him in a worse situation.

The rope was thrown to Field, "Don't look at them!"

The dense and heavy cold touches hit the back of the head, pressing the neck down even more, and the vision could only crawl at a height close to the ground.

This brought back his first prayer experience that should have been forgotten deep in his memory. As a child, he followed the crowd and walked into the church in silence with his head bowed, with only pairs of feet heading towards the altar in front of him.

Drops of water were thrown down from the sky. It was a long time before he realized that it was holy water that had been blessed and represented the will of Heavenly Father. Every child had bathed in it when they were born to show that their lives were closely connected with God and were being watched by Him.

The rain got heavier, and long silver threads shuttled through the dim vision, dissolving the salt stains solidified from the sweat and flowing into the eyes like needles.

He forced himself to glance sideways and saw Benny's boots blocking the oncoming Lucian.

The sudden turn of events made him want to ask, but he found that he could not hear his own voice, and then he felt a sharp pain deep in his ear canal.

A sound, a huge sound swept across, as if the reflection of the mountain was shattered in the sky, but it was more lasting than that instantaneous sound, resounding continuously.

It was long and rough, like some mountain-like scaly creature crawling and rubbing against the thunderclouds. It was so huge that it filled every space between the ground and the clouds, and passed through the throat and into the lungs.

He tried his best not to look at the sky, but even without looking up, he could guess that the vortex clouds were swirling and stirring, and the wind suddenly increased without warning, blowing up the rotten grass and moss along with the rain and hitting his face.

It felt like the soles of my feet were about to leave the ground and fall into the sky. The slight tremor of weightlessness was transmitted along the muscle tendons, causing my palms to spasm uncontrollably and lose strength.

However, the struggling Dominic performed even worse than him. The airflow immediately knocked him over, and he rolled on the ground comically like a light scarecrow.

Perhaps if the wind was stronger, he would really be blown away by the wind, swept into the air, and disappear without a trace.

[No trace…]

Field thought of something, about the frequent disappearances that had come into view, which gave his hands some temporary strength to fight the trembling, and he grabbed the rope again, wrapped it around his waist twice and tied a knot.

The crow's premonition came true. The violent airflow became more and more intense, and the pulling force from his waist made it impossible for him to maintain his balance. He and Dominic rolled to the ground.

On the other side, Benny faced Lucian who was holding a dagger.

The boy's movements were a little stiff, and he felt dazed as if he had just woken up from a dream. He was floating in the wind, as if he was trying to cut the rope net that bound Dominic, but after being blocked, he turned to using the simplest method to solve the obstacle.

But he did not seem to have completely lost his consciousness. He was just driven by a set of knowledge and logic that was forced into his head, and did things that others could not understand. He did not have enough courage and reason to confront his father with weapons.

Therefore, those eyes ignited by the illusory flames just stared at their blood relatives, hoping that the other party would understand the truth that could not be expressed in words.

Benny avoided his gaze, keeping his vision below his shoulder and confronting him.

The emergency was beyond his comprehension. The few madmen he had dealt with before were farmers and craftsmen. As long as he followed the experience of his ancestors, there were very few cases where he could not handle the case. At least he had never thought that a madman would suddenly call out the name of a stranger and induce him to look at him.

It seems as if the source of the madness is particularly close, whispering into one's ear what one has learned from incomprehensible channels, causing the crazy behavior to reveal strange thinking abilities and the use of information gaps.

"Lucian..." Benny called the boy's real name, but the words were blown away by the wind as soon as they came out of his mouth, making him wonder whether he was really speaking or just reciting it unconsciously.

"Put down the knife and come to me!"

After a brief pause, the boy took another big step forward, lowering his right hand holding the knife to his waist, as if he had relaxed his hostility, but at the same time, his forward leaning body and the tense muscles under his clothes showed that this was a sign of exerting force.

Benny did not draw his sword, but silently stepped back half a step, waiting for the opponent to rush into close range and impatiently extend the blade.

In the space of two breaths, the hesitation that belonged to his father faded away from him, leaving only the ease with which he faced an inexperienced opponent.

As if he had rehearsed it thousands of times - and perhaps it really had happened thousands of times - Benny moved from stillness to movement, quickly raising his left hand close to the wrist holding the knife, creating a deflection angle that pushed the blade to the upper right.

Obviously, the knowledge that invaded his mind did not improve his close combat at all, and even caused a certain degree of unfamiliarity. Lucian was unable to recover from his father's movements which were much faster than usual, and the second hand that followed had already grabbed the back of his wrist from below.

Benny moved out of the way and passed by Lucian. He twisted his knife-holding arm and pressed down with a little force. The pain forced his five fingers to loosen the handle of the knife.

Without waiting for a breath, the feet moved synchronously. The right foot stretched out to hook the other person's supporting ankle, and the shoulder hit the sternum. With a dull sound, the breathing visibly stagnated.

Lucian lost his fulcrum and flew sideways. The dagger was snatched away and fell into Benny's hands.

The whole process went smoothly. Before Dominic was controlled, the rope originally prepared for him was tied to Lucian.

The four of them were soaked, and the splashing rain was thrown onto their faces by the strong wind, and the water droplets made it difficult for Field to open his eyes.

Facing the center of the storm, the vortex that was no longer visible but definitely existed, he found the courage to make a crude gesture that he had learned from the streets of the new city of Dunling and had never used before.

He waited for a few seconds in fear and anxiety. There was no thunder or lightning, and nothing fell from the clouds. It seemed that everything that happened here had no effect on it, and the relationship between the madman and the natural disaster was just a false imagination.

They succeeded, and the next step was to bring the people down the mountain, which was not easy.

But with that comes a new, unanswered question.

"Will they get better on their own?"

"will not."

"Is there any way to cure them?" Field asked anxiously, "How did you deal with them before?"

Benny answered him with silence.

Field reflexively wanted to apologize, but all his words seemed weak and powerless. He stood in the rain for a while in confusion, and realized that what the other party needed at this time was not an apology or a promise of compensation.

"That's right, Sir Benny. I don't know if it will be useful, but I know a very famous doctor who is also good at treating brain problems. If you are willing, you can go back with me."