"Mr. Kraft, breakfast has been left on the table for you. By the way, the classes you missed yesterday, and the teaching materials from last week..."
"Captain, are you going to coach today's morning exercise?"
"Father, the night duty schedule for next week has been completed. Please take a look."
"Sir, this is the cost of all repair materials and labor last month. In addition, the carpenter said that there is not enough oak in Priyer. Should he purchase it elsewhere or use other wood instead? The effect may be..."
"Dear Dean, His Excellency the Baron would like to know if you have time to give some enlightenment on faith recently and discuss the purchase of land as mentioned before..."
"My brother, according to usual experience, we'd better discuss a wheat purchase plan with the farmers before the harvest season and prepare for winter as soon as possible..."
"Captain, we have made a list of the damaged monastery buildings discovered so far. Which ones do you think should be repaired first?"
"Teacher, uh...it's nothing. You can do your business first."
"The masons said that there are not enough manpower, so it is best to hire people from down the mountain to help..."
"Captain, there is another letter with your name written on it, but the title is lecturer. Could it be that it was sent by mistake?"
"Captain, what I said before..."
"Captain!"
"Captain?"
...
"Mr. Craft...Mr. The breakfast seems to be cold. Would you like to get another one for you?"
"Thank you, no need. The slices of bread will be sent back to the kitchen stove to be reheated, just in time to be served with lunch." A stiff, lifeless face slowly raised its face to face the visitor.
Although it was very immoral, Kupp still instinctively thought of the stereotyped faces he talked about a few days ago, which are usually seen in some serious neuropsychiatric diseases. The rest of the treatment plan in that class was never made up, either because he didn't have it or because he didn't have time.
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"Are you okay?"
"Still alive for now." Kraft swept away the still-dry ink on the paperwork, lay on the table, and pulled the soup bowl in front of him.
There are a few vegetable leaves embedded in the white grease floating on the surface, like a sailboat frozen by ice, which makes people really unappetizing.
"What's the matter?"
"Well, indeed." Coop wanted to give a negative answer, but he was indeed not just here to visit. "They asked me to ask if a tower should be added to the list of repairs."
"Which one, haven't we already discussed it?" Kraft reviewed the drawings. Most of the towers attached to the main building were in good condition. In his impression, none needed major repairs.
"No, they found a new one on the top of the mountain."
"Where did the tower come from?" As early as the second day after arriving, we walked around the surrounding area. In my impression, the top of the mountain should be a piece of flat land without much development.
"To be precise, there was a tower. They didn't know what it was for, so they came to ask."
"Hey, take me to see it." Such a major matter as whether to allocate funds for maintenance of the building must be approved by the dean, so I should go there anyway.
Like an evil spirit imprisoned by the high walls of the monastery for twenty years, Kraft left his chair with empty steps, drifted through the cloisters swept by water, the courtyards where weeds were pulled out, and climbed to the top of the mountain with Coop who was feeling chilly behind him.
Among the bushes and weeds, I saw what was called a "tower", a...
pool?
Near the cliff, a square depression was carved out of the rock foundation, and a few pieces of masonry and rotten wood were soaked in the turbid water.
It’s not that I didn’t notice this place when I first came up. I just thought it was a water reservoir for some bathing activities that need to be held here. There is even a drainage channel next to it to divert excess water away.
"Where is the tower?" Kraft almost suspected that someone was trying to defraud him of funds.
"Your Excellency, this is the foundation of the tower..." The stonemason brought from Dunling had excellent professional skills and showed no timidity in the face of the dean's questioning.
"I thought it was a pool at first, but the rocks were too regular and it would take a lot of effort to cut them out. It wouldn't be necessary to just store water, so I cleaned up the surrounding area." He pointed to the pool exposed after removing the weeds and loose soil.
Drilling holes, "These are holes for installing wooden piles, anchors, and scaffolding. They are dismantled after they are built."
"Then these trenches are not used to divert water?"
"No, it is indeed used to divert water. The stone foundation does not seep water. If there is too much water, it will be difficult to work."
"..."
The mason began to get nervous. Although he was sure that his judgment was correct, who knew whether the answer might offend someone inexplicably?
He wanted to say something more, such as admitting that he was just considering his past experience and lacked higher-level wisdom. However, the dean's entourage who had been standing by his side held his shoulders and shook his head gently to indicate that there was no need to say more.
Craft didn't keep them waiting long, "Why does it have to be a tower?"
"The foundation is not wide, but it is very deep. It is not needed for other buildings."
"But where did it go?" The boss said that a tower is not a building block. It can be built at any time and demolished at any time.
"It's probably a matter of the center of gravity. The remaining wood is very thick. I guess it was originally a column, but it could only have been crushed by itself. Otherwise, such a large piece of wood would be used for other purposes if it was dismantled." The carpenter guessed, not forgetting to mention it by the way.
Talking about building materials, he said, "If you want to rebuild, I suggest you use oak, which is denser and less susceptible to insect damage."
"Okay, I understand. Thank you all for your work. Let's go to work first. We will notify you after we have discussed the reconstruction."
Kraft nodded to the craftsmen and forced out an ineffective professional smile to express his recognition of the meticulous work. Coop knew how to drive away the crowd.
When he returned to Kraft, the latter was circling the foundation with his head lowered. The circle became wider and wider, and finally stopped at the edge of the cliff, with the morning mist in the valley at his feet.
"Do you have any orders?"
"Take someone to look for it down there tomorrow. Don't have too many. Just two or three are enough."
"What are you looking for?"
"The remnants of the tower, as well as some things and their signs, you know what I'm talking about." The professor pondered for a moment, then suddenly added, "Take Yvonne with you and assign her some serious work."
The guardian who was so busy finally remembered that he still had such a student: "By the way, what has she been doing recently?"
"I'm probably busy with my homework. Sometimes I'll take the initiative to help clean up the monastery, provided that the monks are willing to exchange the stories in their stomachs."
"That's good. I always feel that she is a little prejudiced against everyone. This will not be good for future interpersonal relationships."
"You are worrying too much. She gets along well with everyone and has her own ideas. She cannot be treated like a child." Instead of worrying about the mental state of others, Kupp felt that Kraft should worry more about his own affairs.
"By the way, what do you want for lunch?"
"Just take a portion and put it on the table. I'll... no, I'll eat it after looking at it for a while."