Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

In the end, the monks still didn't get the priest's signal to take action.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Although they didn't lack the courage to report to the Father in person, the ending of the report would not be very good simply because of unnecessary internal fighting.

What's more, it's hard to say where you will be sent after death in this ghost place where you can't reach the sky or the ground.

Everyone here has been through the sewer system and the royal mausoleum. The various signs they have seen along the way have been close to explicit, and they have made some guesses. Speaking out is nothing more than bringing things to the surface.

And this shows that the unstoppable power has been used in the past and maintained relatively stably for a period of time.

Most importantly, Kraft's state proves this from the side. After a few simple conversations, it is easy to judge that compared with those crazy and inexplicable pagans, he does not seem to show obvious changes in personality and values, nor does he have an aggressive tendency.

Not yet.

After realizing this, they are worried that Green will stick to the dogma and take all the behaviors that use unnatural forces to the end.

Fortunately, the priest was more rational and flexible than expected. He did not do that. He took the lead in putting down the crossbow that was about to be shot, stepped forward and stretched out his hand, pulled the other party out of the water, and lifted him to sit high at the stern.

"How did you do it?"

"Similar to inspiration?" Kraft pulled the wet sleeve back to his wrist, "Just like there was a moment when you and your swordsmanship teacher were in sync and understood how he did a certain action."

"I haven't seen him for some years, but I'm sure that's not how I learned it back then."

"This is an analogy, only to help understand. You can't make a born blind person understand light, and I can't make people understand an experience that is out of conventional cognition."

Green tried to find the special experience described, but found nothing except the pain of lingering fear.

He pressed his knuckles against the sides of his head and felt water pouring into his ears through the holes, shaking and swelling, "It sounds like your mind is still clear, which is good, please keep it up."

The monks continued their unfinished work. The attack they had just encountered made them intentionally control their movements, but they were not too tense and relaxed a little.

The peaceful resolution of suspicion meant that the team had a new force. It must be admitted that this brought a good sense of security. Before the professor suddenly had some mental problems, they should not have to worry about how to deal with the scattered special aquatic products in the lake.

They did the best work allowed by their physical strength, re-emptied the belly of the boat, emptied and reused the water-filled wooden barrels, counted the current supplies, and then came to a gratifying conclusion: although most of them were wet, there were still a lot of things left.

Relying on flint, fuel oil, and a small amount of cloth and bedding hay that were preserved because they were wrapped very tightly, an open fire was ignited in a small metal shield that served as a temporary basin.

Light and heat returned here, although not much.

The gradually warmed and thawed brain began to think about the current situation.

They could put aside the native or invasive aquatic species here and face a more practical problem: where to go?

A ship that lost an effective reference point could not find the direction to return at all, which was more troublesome than a ship thrown out of the route by a storm. The ship can still determine the direction by the stars, but there is only darkness above their heads.

There seem to be only two choices left in front of them, either to find a random direction and leave their fate to the invisible hand of the Father in Heaven; or to find an island in the middle of the lake to dock and wait for rescue.

If they have to choose, most people prefer the former.

In terms of reason, it is not realistic to expect rescue to find them in the lake; in terms of emotion, no one likes Father "Theodore" from the other team, even Green, who claims to work together, has a grudge.

Kraft made up his mind to stay away from "Theodore". People who can make Green unbearable are probably seriously flawed in morality or behavior, and more likely both.

So this is no longer a multiple-choice question.

Determining the direction randomly by throwing arrows, they began to row aimlessly.

The boat was thrown too far, and a moment of trance in the huge waves was equivalent to rowing for dozens of minutes.

The specific location cannot be determined, but based on the impression before losing consciousness, it is speculated that it may have entered a deeper water area now.

The change in observation angle only reconfirmed that there were no previous reference objects around.

Since they could only rely on the outline of the giant pillar in the distance as a reference, they paddled for a long time before realizing that the direction was always different from what they expected. The lake is not as calm as the surface. Under the water, there is an undercurrent that has not yet subsided, which constantly takes the boat away from the course and makes any attempt to correct it take double the effort.

This discovery made the team temporarily give up the meaningless attempt, choose to save energy, and give control to the lake itself.

When it was determined that the current efforts were meaningless, the mentality became peaceful instead. The team members sat around the flames on the round shields and baked and shared food.

These solid wheat flour baked products are suspected to be the most waterproof materials here. After drying the surface, they are broken open, and the inside is still dry. They are eaten with pickled and air-dried meat protected by the oil film. It can be called the pinnacle of food safety today.

The taste is not ideal, but it can be given full marks in terms of satiety and energy replenishment.

It is not recommended to worry about nitrite issues, which is at least much better than mold spots inside the food.

The food was sufficient, and if it was economical, it could last for days. A palm-sized bread was stuffed into the stomach. Regardless of whether the calories were sufficient, at least the digestive tract would not want to accept any foreign matter for several hours. Some things tasted bad for a reason.

The water flow took over the control. Perhaps it was not the Father who decided their destination, but the will of the lake.

Although it was impossible to judge accurately, the speed of movement was not inferior to that of rowing actively. The boat did not turn in place, but was carried away by the drift, as if there was a hidden preset road in the water.

It was impossible to estimate the time underground. Just when they finished eating and resting, Kraft's physical speed seemed to be slightly faster.

The direction was unclear, and the direction of movement was a changing arc. The frequent slight shaking meant that the movement was not smooth. The underwater in the physical sense presented a chaotic and complex picture. The rapid and heavy speed intertwined and collided with each other, forming countless vortex turbulence, but there was a guide.

They passed by another giant pillar supporting the underground world. At the foot of this magnificent wonder, there were also scattered buildings of the kind they had seen before, which were even larger and denser, like a wheat field harvested by a sickle, ending abruptly in mid-air, and the breakpoints continued into a smooth section.

The cut surface extends toward the giant pillar, leaving scars that can only be seen from the head and tail after half a circle around the pillar. The stress of the rock layer is released here, cracking and squeezing to form a fang-like shape. The very disturbing dislocation makes the entire structure no longer visually solid and reliable, and there is a sense of fragility that will collapse with the dome above at any time.

Compared with the traces here, the lakebed activity experienced not long ago is indeed at most a breath in a dream. When fully awakened, the pain of release is enough to cause irreversible damage to the geological structure that seems stable but is actually in danger.

In the face of such power, it is really hard to imagine what role a few humans can play. Even if some of them steal a little fur of the great power, it is meaningless.

They just drifted with the water, staring at the giant pillar disappearing into the mist behind them again and becoming a silhouette without details. The fear emanating from the terrifying scar still made the body tremble slightly after it disappeared from sight.

This is definitely not on the way back, but being swept towards the center along the vortex.

The clustered prismatic reefs that emerged proved this, and the undercurrent left the ship behind, merging it into the dangerous shoal with unknown water conditions ahead.

There was a faint flicker on the water surface, but it did not flow with it, nailed between the undulating waves. Intuition drove Kraft to look up, and the stars inlaid on the high dome were reflected in the deep lake and his eyes.