Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

"William, I think we need to talk." Kraft opened the door in the dim light, followed closely by Coop, and quickly closed the door bolt after Yvonne entered.

"About those mines...eh?"

There were no lights in the room, and the faint light from the tall narrow window was escaping from the lowered head. In order to facilitate private conversations, the original owner was asked to move next door and the entire house was temporarily given to them. At this time, only Peter was lying on the table.

He was really tired these days, following a few tireless people chasing an elusive goal, not knowing when the end would be. It's rare that I have free time to catch up on his sleep in the afternoon.

Hearing the sound, Peter raised his head and wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, and after a while adjusted to the light in the room, "Mr. Craft, why are you back? Didn't you go with William and the others?"

These words seemed to reveal a danger signal. There was no bar in this village, so where else could we go?

"Where to go?"

"You don't know?" Peter knew something was wrong as soon as he saw Kraft's attitude of asking questions. William probably left him alone just as a sounding board to deal with others. "Mr. William found someone to lead the way and said he was going to a place. Go to the mine."

"Damn it, you're walking around at this time!" His voice rose unconsciously, and he felt short of breath as if he was being chased. We have just found some clues here, but before we have time to sort them out, someone is willing to lead the way. At first glance, it seems to be in line with Murphy's Law, but upon closer inspection, we realize that there is the possibility of non-accidental factors being involved.

As for Kupp, his expression was even uglier. He pressed against the wall and put his hand on his waist. He had relied on this action to maintain a weak sense of security since he entered the house. The dark environment aroused fear, as if something might happen at any time. Things emerge from dark corners that are poorly lit.

The person involved is missing, and there are vague signs that something bad is about to happen. This scene has an inexplicable sense of déjà vu.

"Who led the way, and when did you set off?"

The sleepy guide searched his mind and described to Craft the only knowledge he had of William's whereabouts: "An old man came to the door by himself, and they set off before I went to bed."

"I can't believe this is what William could do!" Kraft grabbed his burqa and began to count his backpack. There are too many strange things in the matter, and it is difficult to guess what considerations a mature and prudent captain had in making this decision. Maybe it’s the confidence in the asking price? Or do you think that even if the other party has bad intentions, there is nothing to worry about with just a few armed crew members?

It is not clear what was considered at the time, and the fact that he still did not return at sunset speaks for itself. None of the locals are willing to spend the night in the mines, and they will not easily take the risk of challenging the bad mountain roads in the middle of the night. No matter how anxious they are, they can't wait until tomorrow?

It's hard not to think that the only answer has something to do with paganism. Maybe it's Old Goli himself.

"If we don't wait any longer, maybe they will be back soon?" Peter glanced at the beam of light that had climbed high on the wall. The sunset was approaching, but if William was already walking on the rocky mountain road, what would happen if William had already walked on that rocky mountain road? Come back in time before using the torch.

"I have to go take a look." Kraft pulled two more torches and stuffed them into his backpack and tied them with cloth strips. If something unexpected happened, now would be the last time to go up the mountain. At worst, meeting William returning halfway and wasting all your efforts; it was better than waiting until night fell and having to climb the whole way with a torch.

Coop also started to pack his things with a grimace, and reluctantly pulled out his clothes and put them on. He didn't know what psychological shadow was, but he knew clearly that he definitely didn't want to go out after this point, especially to walk on a mountain trail.

As a subordinate, he had no objection. Strictly speaking, his status was not a simple employee, but close to that of a vassal and a lord. Kraft saved his life and raised him as a direct line. He must follow him regardless of emotion or reason, from the battlefield to a night road that is related to something indescribable, without exception.

Correspondingly, consistent with many sung stories, he also prioritized the opportunity to become a de facto vassal.

As Kraft puts it, they are a "whole body," and the focus of this sentence is obviously not Yvonne but Kupp.

If you understand this, some things will become less scary. You should have the awareness when choosing to practice martial arts, "Are you leaving now, sir?"

"Koop." Craft pressed his hand and removed it from the hammer handle. "You stay here."

It felt like a punch hit the empty space. Kupp stepped away from the door and said in a slightly embarrassed voice, "I thought I performed well in training."

"No, that's why you have to stay here."

Kraft half-opened the door of the room, and the evening valley breeze and the setting sun poured into his robe. Finally, I looked at the composition of the people left behind: Peter, a lifelong coachman, Yvonne, who seemed to want to do something with a small book but was unable to do anything, plus Kupu, the novice retinue - the only one left with experience in armed training, how could he It has to be the amateur level of that crew.

"Remember what I told you, now this is a place I can't take care of."

He closed the door and walked away.

Kraft soon began to be grateful for the timely decision.

Light the torch and enter the mine. Night falls behind you, blocking the way in.

As he walked down the mine tunnel that he had experienced during the day, to the edge of the mining area, the escaping chill made him tighten his burqa. Deep and long caves do not exhibit a relatively constant temperature, but instead cool down faster than the outside world.

Thanks to the crushed rocks produced in the mining area, Kraft was able to identify several footprints extending deeper among the messy trampled marks.

After a moment's hesitation, the boots crossed the blurred line.

"Okay, it's half my fault for coming here." Kraft muttered, unsheathed his sword, muttered to himself to soothe his somewhat fluctuating mood, and gradually walked towards the cold depths of darkness. Regardless of whether it was right or wrong, regardless of who was responsible, William could not be left to die down there. It was unjustifiable from the perspective of his friends and his conscience.

As he went down, Kraft sorted through the existing information.

That long link object is called the "messenger". Messengers, of course, are responsible for bringing things from here to there.

The different colors on the top and bottom of the rock painting stone wall should respectively represent the world in which people live and another concept. According to the boy, the messenger was going to bring his father back from "another place" to the world where he now lives to see him.

No matter how I thought about it, it felt obscure and cold, which made Kraft couldn't help but think of some absurd legends, mentioned in country gossip and horror stories: the dead still have obsessions, and return from the underworld - here it is called hell. Human world. The child's smile when he mentioned seeing his father in the mine was especially weird when he thought about it.

In his experience, he has never seen either hell or underworld, and even if he has been to the latter most of the time, he has completely forgotten about it after a bowl of soup. But "another world" is indeed known. The heavy geometric objects brought from there are close to the skin in the sleeves. "At worst, it is another deep thing, what else can it be?"

After all, I couldn't say any words of self-comfort.

Star-studded gray-white rocks appear in the firelight, occupying the cave wall and creating a clear boundary. Terrifying cracks spread out in the shape of electric shocks, and rubble is everywhere, indicating the power that can be exerted in this world to crack the mountain.

If the gray part where the messenger takes the undead is interpreted as hell, then he is standing at the door of a real hell, and he is just short of carving a sentence on the wall: "Those who enter this door must give up all hope."

".How about letting Heavenly Father save him?"