Nightmare scenes swept across reality, and the dark ocean connected the sky and the earth, the carriage bumped in it, and was thrown into the unknown by huge waves of panic.
His mind went blank. The screams of his companions, the painful neighing of the horse being tightened, and the cracking and vibrating sound of the leather straps were all washed away by the aftermath of the rolling thunder that followed.
In the chaos, the only lighting was lost, and the sense of physical presence after losing vision was reduced to a minimum.
The world seemed particularly unreal at a certain moment, so empty that only things lighter than air currents remained, and even fallen leaves could not be held up. Only pure spirit and consciousness floated, losing the perception of distance and time.
At this most inappropriate time, that sense of enlightenment struck me again, as if it was very close at hand.
The feeling of aloofness can even make people ignore the dangerous situation they are in, and they instinctively pay attention to it.
Like a drowning man wrapped in hypothermia and suffocation under a cold current, he found a glimmer of light above his head, so he swam with all his strength and beat the thin layer of ice between himself and the air.
However, the thin and translucent barrier in my intuition is incredibly tough, more despairing than the thick and high walls of the fortress, and no matter how hard my consciousness tries its best, it cannot shake it at all.
It was at this moment, from the nearest and farthest distance, that he "saw" it again.
Right on the opposite side, so close that it almost touches the tip of the nose and the soft beard on the edge of the lips. Even so, it is still vague and unreal, and cannot form a specific impression that can be preserved for a long time.
It is a perfect motto of wisdom, an ever-changing dreamy light and shadow, everything is and is nothing.
Just like the inspiration itself without any impurities, at a glance, I feel that a long-standing question has been answered, and new questions are born in the answer. I can't help but look to it for further enlightenment.
It is like a flower bud blooming, layer after layer, each layer is more colorful and mysterious than the other, but it is not the final appearance.
The old scholar who taught them obscure courses, a man who had devoted his whole life to research and was still not satisfied, once described to them the wisdom of the Heavenly Father: it is endless and eternal. Even if you choose one of them and spend a hundred lifetimes, you can only achieve it.
Infinitely close, it is impossible to reach the truth itself, which is the realm that belongs only to the Supreme Being.
But it should be an objective and constant existence, like the movement of celestial bodies and the rules of the alternation of seasons.
Rather than like now, something...a living thing gives a meaningful gaze to the consciousness that perceives it.
Severe pain came from the edge of consciousness, and the world returned to reality in another flash of light between clouds, pulling consciousness back to the carriage.
Dominic found himself rising into the air, and the broad and strong shadows of the trees quickly enlarged and occupied the entire field of vision in the blink of an eye.
Before falling into a relieved faint, Dominic had one last thought:
"Damn Field, I hope he doesn't receive the Knights subsidy next month."
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"So, my brothers, you are saying that two would-be knights, on their way back from going out to buy groceries, overturned their car on a mountain road that is at least two cars wide, and they ended up doing this to themselves?"
Lifting the boiling kettle, Kraft threw a few pinches of dried marigolds and mint leaves into it. After thinking about it, he took out a small sealed jar from the cabinet, scooped out two tablespoons of golden viscous sweet liquid, added it and mix thoroughly.
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After the prepared tea cooled down slightly, it was poured into cups filled with fresh willow bark chips and pushed to the two people who were covered in bruises and purples.
"Drink some. A friend gave it to me. It is said to be good for trauma. I added some chopped willow bark myself, which may have some pain relief effect."
Field glanced at Dominic guiltily, but did not dare to reach for the cup first.
Being in the driver's seat, due to his prompt evasion, his injuries were actually relatively minor, and he was able to support his companion, who had a splinted leg, to report to the group leader's temporary office and living room.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Craft. It's my fault too. I should have found a more experienced coachman, but they were busy cleaning the stables at the time." Dominic touched his still aching nose, and for the sake of his classmates for many years, he didn't take care of it.
All responsibilities are pushed out.
"There won't be a second time. As for this time, we hope to deduct this year's subsidies and make up for the losses through labor."
Although the superior's attitude was quite mild and he did not mention this matter, admitting his mistakes and bearing the consequences are the basic qualities of a qualified servant of the Heavenly Father.
The scene that night was so embarrassing that Kraft, who was just about to fall asleep, was called up to deal with his leg injury.
"Sigh...it's nothing actually. It's just that there are a few dishes missing from dinner these days." Looking at the two people who were severely hit physically and mentally, Kraft was too embarrassed to say anything more.
Even if there is any symbolic punishment, such as voluntary labor that is common within the church, it is not suitable for the time being.
"Accidents happen all the time, so don't blame yourself too much. Heavenly Father teaches us to forgive the mistakes of others, and we should also forgive our own when necessary."
He was lying sideways in the high-backed chair of the former abbot, and seemed to glance unintentionally behind the curtain covering the other half of the room.
"I'm not here to hold you accountable. I just want to understand what happened and make up for the safety hazards. After all, we will have to walk this road many times in the future, right?" Kraft put on his habitual chatting posture to make the atmosphere more interesting.
Be more peaceful.
The steaming, sweet and astringent drink further relaxed the two of them.
It wasn't the first day they met Kraft, and the invisible embarrassment gradually melted away.
"Actually, that's basically all I told you before. It was cloudy and dark, the horses were frightened, and we lacked sufficient driving experience." Field finally dared to speak, but he didn't quite understand what else was needed here.
Understood.
The road section and general route of the incident were briefly discussed that night, and the cause and effect were clear. Two inexperienced novices happened to encounter an unexpected situation, and it was natural for the car to overturn.
Kraft nodded and looked at the other client, "Dominique, I want to hear your perspective. You were behind the car at the time, weren't you? You don't have to control the horse, you have more time, and jumping out of the car is not a problem at all. Why did you do it?"
Like this?"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "I was... just thinking about something." Dominic explained, feeling slightly dazed when mentioning that memory.
The pause in the sentence was not deliberate, as if he suddenly thought of something he had forgotten, failed to grasp the clue, and then threw it behind him.
Kraft filled his half-empty glass, "What's the matter?"
Field noticed his friend's hesitation and proactively reminded him: "That poem?"
"Poetry?" Dominic took a sip of warm tea and fell into thought, "Probably yes, probably..."
"Probably?" Kraft expressed interest in the strange focus.
"Maybe it's because of that poem. You may not believe it. I seem to have suddenly read an interpretation angle that I never thought of before."
His thoughts became slightly clearer after he mentioned the points, but they were still intermittent, and he was slightly suspected of having a concussion. "I can't remember the specifics. Is this important?"
"It's okay, I'm just curious about what poem made you so focused. When you remember it, you can share it with me." Kraft comforted, "You can go back first. There will be no need for patrols and vigils during this period, and other arrangements will be made.
There won’t be much moving around for you.”
"If you feel something 'not quite right', remember to communicate it in time. After all, I am also the mentor of the Knights."
The two left confused.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but I seemed to hear a faint, suppressed laughter in the room.
After looking silently at the closed door for a long time, Kraft turned around and said, "Raymond, what do you think?"
"You are a little too pampered towards them. If a young monk does something like this in the church, he should be beaten at least." The middle-aged monk with dissatisfaction on his face opened the curtain and appeared, quite disagreeing with Kraft.
This kind of "unruly" behavior.
It is precisely with a strict reward and punishment system that discipline can be maintained within the church.
"That's why I won't let you join us." Kraft shook his head, took out an empty cup and poured honey tea for him, "Don't put too much pressure on people in this kind of conversation, otherwise you won't be able to ask anything.
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"Do you think there's a problem?"
"As I said, not necessarily. We can only be wary of everything now. Our horses are provided by the Xiguo family and are very reliable. I have tried it myself and there will be no problems even in thunderstorms." In memory, Puri
Baron Yell mentioned the frequent accidents on the mountain, "This is a bit strange."
"Transfer them to the manor at the foot of the mountain first, stay away from here, and observe closely."