Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 97 Rejection
Kupp tried to turn around and look at Yvonne for the fourth time today. On the unshocked carriage, this action almost shook him off.The unhulled grains in the sack under his buttocks felt a little sharp, preventing him from moving.

It wasn't that he was interested in the inexplicable little girl who appeared, but that he could always feel a line of sight cast from under the hood of the small cloak at the rear of the car, observing himself from time to time.

When he looked back at each other, he disappeared quickly, turned to the dusty bushes and leaves around the road, and observed the unchanging scenery along the way.

After the freshness of coming to the foreign land dissipated at the beginning, the gray leaflets and similar hillsides began to make people bored, and the winding and high and low roads confused the sense of direction, creating the illusion of circling in circles.

Because there is no special animal-drawn vehicle for carrying people, they spent a little money at the river port, took two grain carriages that were not fully loaded, and drove to the so-called "gravel town" along a dirt road that looked like it was naturally formed and artificially paved. go.

This kind of small cart pulled by a single mule and horse is only to meet the needs of transportation. It is slow and heavy, and I don't know how long it will take to reach the destination.

The mentally and physically exhausting journey was tiresome, and Cooper wanted to shout out loud to see if the nasty valley wouldn't even give an echo, but Kraft was sitting in the same car, leaning on the driver's side. Shaking with the bag, as a follower, he must restrain himself.

Fortunately, this journey finally ushered in the end near noon.Turning another big bend that seemed familiar, he heard Kraft's voice.

"That's over there?"

"Yes." The coachman replied with a thick local accent, and his voice was vague and longer, as if the words and sentences were turning around in his chest before finding the exit.

Kupp tried to use what he heard from Kraft, and it was probably related to living in a dusty place for a long time, which damaged the delicate lungs and affected them due to poor breathing.

Jumping out of the carriage, yellow dust rose, and Kupp pulled the neckline of his burqa to cover his mouth and nose, squinting his eyes and looking forward, there was no difference between the mountain valley and the long and narrow flat land where the shrubs were cleared, and human buildings appeared on the ground. in front of them.

Kraft patted on the black burqa, came to him and pulled the front hem up, and covered it with a hammer that caught the fabric, "Pay attention to the image, no one likes a foreigner who looks unfriendly, especially this kind of... village?"

It may not be appropriate to call it a town, but it is just a small group of earthen houses along the valley, which can be seen at a glance, with a maximum of thirty or forty households.

A few people, as dusty as everything else in here, waited at the intersection, curious to strike up a conversation with strangers.

William and the three crew members followed from the next car, but they didn't seem to like them so much. The locals glanced at them and then went around to the other side of the carriage, unloaded the grain sacks and left without saying a word. .

"They don't seem very friendly?" William whispered into Kraft's ear, avoiding the driver.

"I don't know, be careful who manages you, I'm afraid I may accidentally commit some taboo." Kraft thoughtfully looked at their attire, all wearing cloaks, and couldn't see much difference, "Speaking of which, Yvonne, you Remember to follow us closely and don't get lost."

The girl followed quickly, and when he passed by Cooper, the latter noticed that she was holding a booklet made of rough paper for practice writing, which was stuffed into the inner pocket of the cloak and hidden.

Yvonne, whose sense of existence has been reduced for two days, became more active again. Kupp roughly guessed what she was thinking, but he didn't care.Anyway, he didn't even think about competing with a child in the past. After he was literate, he concentrated on developing military skills, preparing for the possibility of becoming a knight, and striving to implement the guarding duties as soon as possible.

Blowing off the dust from his shoulders and straightening the hem of his burqa, he followed Kraft's footsteps and walked towards the town.

In the small earth-stone house, a steeple protrudes at the foot of the mountain beside the town. There is actually a small church in this small place.

The team, confused by the attitude of the locals, immediately decided to stay in the most familiar place here. At least the priest would definitely believe in the set of things they knew, which belonged to the knowable way of thinking.

But it is indeed a bit shabby. The mosaic-style holy emblem made of different-colored stones is embedded above the single door, marking the identity of the building. The only thing worthy of praise is the bonus of faith points built by hand.

There were few footprints in front of the dusty door, so William opened the door first and entered the main hall of the church.

Three poorly crafted chairs were lined up, the wooden holy emblem was hung in the center of the wall, and the paint leather was mottled and peeled off.The wooden surface is still smooth, and it can be seen that it is the cleanest thing here when it is wiped frequently, but it has not been able to resist the erosion of weather and time.

A man in a yellow and white robe sat with his back to them in one of the chairs, his hair loose.

Kraft walked around in front of him only to find that the robe was embroidered with rings of wings, and it was a teaching robe that had discolored due to lack of washing.

There are only three chairs, can I still occupy one?The church here also doesn't seem to be doing very well, obviously it is easier for the church to take root in the backcountry.

"Father, are you awake?" William shook his shoulder lightly.

"Peter, let me sleep again." He wiped away his sleepy eyes, stretched, and suddenly realized that the person was a new face, "Ah! Welcome, believer of the Lord."

The priest gave up the chair and invited the visitors to sit down. His eyes lingered on their chests. The winged ring amulet that sailors used to hang made him recognize the identity of "one of us". "There are not often outsiders here."

"Indeed, it's great to find a compatriot from the church. There is hardly any news about this place outside." William pulled a chair and sat down, immediately regretting it.When he entered the church, he took off his robe habitually, and the dry feel told him that this chair was not much cleaner than the outer layer of the robe after a long journey.

"We want to spend the night under Heavenly Father's protection."

"I have no reason to refuse, as long as you don't mind the simple environment here." The priest seemed to have long been used to the simplest church that everyone present had ever seen, and he didn't look embarrassed.

Thinking about it, those who can come to Gravel Town to build their own churches are far less important to secular material than faith.

"That would be really appreciated, we need a guide, do you have any locals to recommend?"

"I can ask Peter, it's hard to find." The priest's influence here is as pitiful as that of the church, and Kraft doubts that he has no other reliable candidates besides this name.

This was a wake-up call. Thinking back to the locals he met at the entrance of the village, Kraft realized that they might not be looking at the people themselves, but their eyes were pointing at the chests of the sailors and the double-winged ring amulets.

The locals don't like the church very much. According to common experience, it is rarely seen in remote settlements where spiritual life is lacking.A well-organized religion will easily attract them, as an answer to their problems and a recourse to them.

If the church didn't succeed, what other similar products occupied this ecological niche?

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