Walking through the corridor where the bells echoed, Green saw the guy who was looking for him by name in front of the huge mural.
A few minutes ago, he was enjoying his precious midday sleep near the prayer hall. The calming smell of incense lingered, and the sound of chanting came from next door, soothing him from the fatigue and irritability caused by staying up all night.
Just like every time before, they can penetrate into the deepest part of dreams and penetrate unconscious fears, doubts and confusions.
Only at this moment, those descriptive things turned into substantial spiritual support, strong arms, and a sense of security as thick as the high walls of the church. The omnipresent power of the Heavenly Father protected him from intrusion.
The turbulent spirit settled down and got a good rest.
This is a safe house in a sense, just like a child's secret base. In fact, it's almost the same.
Many people will say privately that they don't like it very much, because the solemn atmosphere that does not allow casual conversation always seems depressing. But Green will like to stay nearby, which will allow him to find some distant memories, such as returning to the house far away from home.
In the nearby chapel, there was nothing else to think about except feeling the kindness of Heavenly Father.
Only those who know Green well will know the special times when he can be found in a small cubicle near the prayer room.
Of course, this included Brother Warding. It was he who opened the door of the compartment and informed that someone had sent word that "an unknown visitor to the seminary was looking for Father Green."
The members of the Tribunal do not have part-time jobs in other departments, and of course they rarely have any redundant interpersonal relationships. Most of the people who can come to the door specifically and call out specific names are not people who are disturbing for irrelevant matters.
So, unfortunately, Green's lunch break was interrupted. Wadin knew this very well, but he still did it because he understood better that the priest did not like to leave the reception affairs to his subordinates casually, which would appear to be casual and arrogant.
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When Green arrived at the meeting place, he saw a figure with blond hair.
He was wearing a simple scholar's robe with no features and no entourage. He held a holy book in his clean hands and looked up at the mural in front of him seriously.
The priest walked around him uncertainly and saw a leaf-shaped gold medal with a strong academic style on the chest of the visitor. There were no other decorations. Perhaps this was the person who recognized him as someone who was not happy.
Reasons to show off old-school seminary figures.
"May I ask, do you have a brother who is in medical school?"
"To disappoint you, I only have one cousin who is not very good at cultural studies." The visitor threw the holy book from one hand to the other.
This behavior immediately destroyed the rare religious temperament in him and exposed a kind of irreverent attitude inherited from his family.
Of course, it also allowed Green to confirm that the person in front of him was either the brother of a certain professor or the like, or himself.
"What gave you the leisure to play a priest here? Is it a drama club in college?"
"Do I seem to have this empty person?" Kraft tossed the holy book again, and then tucked it under his arm, "If someone has any misunderstanding because of my dress, it is purely because they judge people by their appearance.
question."
"But the main reason is that I discovered that the communication channel between us is one-way. Can you imagine a person from medical school walking into a church and asking to see the inquisition? Surrender or report an accomplice?"
"Thank you. This is my first time seeing someone in medical school who knows that what I am doing is illegal."
"Okay, let's not talk anymore. I'm here to tell you that I've finished processing that hand. The black particles in the blood vessels have been filtered out and bottled. The stones have been locked into the box. You can check it at any time if you want."
"What about the other parts?"
"The burning is very thorough. If you do the same thing over there, the devil won't be able to stop him without holding a bag when he goes to hell."
Green and Kraft stood side by side and seemed to want to sigh, "It will take some time. According to past experience, there should not be a clear answer within three days."
He also looked up at the murals. He had seen the paintings in this corridor many times. When he first came here, he would deliberately take a detour to look at them almost every day. Now he has reached the point of numbness and really doesn't know what to see.
"Does this mean I have to wait another three days?"
"If it's quick, we should ask several parties involved to state the story again in three days. It will take even longer to go further. But this time... the attitude there seems to be particularly vague. I suspect that something has not been dealt with.
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Green is pessimistic about how effective the bishops will be in deciding the direction of this matter.
Even if the impact of a deformed corpse is great enough, it does not mean that it can make decision-makers who have been away from the front line for a long time, or who have never been involved in similar matters, realize the true seriousness of the matter.
People who have not faced those things directly will never be able to relate to the unspeakable experience, and it will be difficult to fully believe it.
If it weren't for the evidence brought back, this would most likely be a fatal blow to Green's career.
"So you came here today to tell me about cutting off your hand?"
"What does 'just' mean? I worked overtime to check its anatomy." The deepening dark circles under the eyes and the reversed biological clock were seriously denied.
"Aren't the people at your medical school able to consume an entire corpse in one night? As long as you go there the next day, you won't be able to find anything."
"I guess what you're talking about is - the ghoul family dinner." Kraft sharp commented, and he could only say that stereotypes are everywhere, "well, I'm really here for more than just my hands."
"Although that hand is indeed quite rewarding. It may be the part with the smallest distortion on the original owner's body. It can be said that the overall structure is close to normal. Maybe those black substances are indeed used to inhibit changes, at least they must have this function."
"The next step is to do some verification."
Green heard what he meant, "What do you need?"
"Of course I want someone who can try it... Okay, of course I'm joking. I want a safe enough place, safe for us and everyone else, and some animals."
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"I know, and I can afford to wait, stone will not corrupt." It seemed that after saying everything, the professor continued to look at the mural, rarely attracted by the mythological content.
When Green thought the conversation was over and was about to leave Vading's contact information and leave, he was stopped:
"There's a third thing."
"Um?"
The book returned to the professor's hands, and his pale and slender fingers flexibly moved across the pages, reaching the desired location without looking. "I want to ask, what do you think of the stories in the scriptures?"
"The record of Heavenly Father's traces in the world, education, a model for supervising people to do good and correct behavior, and a code of conduct." The priest replied without thinking. Hesitation for even half a second showed disrespect for his own level. "All virtues and wisdom come from it.
Come."
"I don't deny this. In fact, if more people are willing to follow the principles stated in the Holy Scriptures, the world will be much better." Kraft stopped quickly. He was not here to debate the Bible with Green. Even if he has not received any training,
With specialized debate training, Green's philosophical and theological level is enough to knock him out of the water.
"I mean, do you think the stories in it are true? For example, at some time and place in the past, there really was a person named Saint who walked on flames and disappeared out of thin air."
"This does not prevent us from following the teachings. We also need these stories to make more people willing to accept universal moral principles."
"In other words, you think they don't exist."
"..."
The priest looked at him doubtfully, a little suspicious that this guy came here today just to make trouble. He chose a place with few people in order to prevent him from being beaten to death by random punches.
"But I think that part of it, at least the part that is closer to us, should have real elements." The professor still stared at the mural, as if he wanted to follow the cracked cracks in the wall paint to get into the scene.
The colors in various parts of the picture are different from old to new. Some are lighter, while others have been recolored, thickly painted, and even modified and supplemented with aesthetic changes. The oldest part among them is much younger than the completion of this corridor.
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Underneath the deeper layers of paint are original manuscripts that are difficult to trace. The same theme is iterated over and over again on the same wall, replaying it in different but similar ways.
The colors of the weapons are whitened and yellowed, knights and servants are added and subtracted, sometimes the headgear is practical and strong, sometimes it is ornately decorated, with scales, and the armor is broken and has no texture.
He spread out the page he had turned to and handed it to Green, "Here you go, I want to hear the interpretation from an outstanding graduate from the seminary. It's too difficult to find a relevant professional in a doctor's network."
"I didn't expect you to buy a holy book just to show off."
"It's borrowed, and it's almost time to pay it back in a few days." Kraft's attitude towards religion can only be perfunctory. The owner of the book seems to particularly like to read this part, and spread it out particularly frequently, so that the paper seams are slightly
It's loose and can be turned directly by feel.
"Do you think this is related to what we encountered?" Green glanced at it and saw that it was all content that could be memorized. He still remembered that this paragraph mainly reflected the "spirituality" of knightly virtues, that is, understanding God's will.
"Then the Heavenly Father gave him the authority to draw the sword... There were attendants who offered bricks, stones, fine steel and dragon scales, and cutting them was no different from the tip of a beard cutting through an ear seedling." The professor relaxed.
He recited one of the passages and asked, "Don't you think it's different?"
"It's a bit far-fetched."
"This book was borrowed from Morrison's family. His daughter said that she often saw her father suddenly becoming interested in the holy scriptures and reading them frequently."
"When?!" It was unexpected to be able to borrow books directly from Professor Morrison's home, "But this won't convince anyone."
"It's quite early. I just came to Dunling." Kraft raised his head and looked up, past the smooth cut-off limbs and cardboard armor piled at the bottom of the screen. The protagonist's opponents in the mural were fleeing in panic, or crawling on the ground.
The earth prayed for submission, and even some winged lizard-like monsters could not help but lose part of their bodies.
"Think about it, Green, think about it. Has anyone ever told you what such a famous sword looks like? One-handed or two-handed, what kind of scabbard is used to hold it, what is the guard like, and what is it used for?
Made? Has the royal family ever displayed it?"
"Gold coins, murals, reliefs, there has never been a fixed style for depicting it. I only know that it is impossible to describe its sharpness even if it is sharpened like iron. Oh my god, what is this?"
"Could it be that we have misunderstood that there is such a weapon, but it is not a specific 'sword', but a specific 'sword-using method' that is very difficult to master. It was only briefly used by the royal family.
Mastered and used.”
"Then why don't they use it?"
"You have also seen what the things related to this look like." The logic is coherent, including the man-made destruction of the collapsed waterway branches, which is explained, "Yes, those are the traces of destruction in the early days of the kingdom. They tried to seal it
There."
"So I want you to look up all the church records you can find that are close to that time."
