Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

In an era when man-made buildings were relatively low, the first impression of a city mostly started with the tallest landmark building. This right is often monopolized by spiritual rulers.

When you enter the city along the old waterway, you will inevitably see the embankment that was built earlier than the kingdom. After several eras and different techniques of repair, the old and new bricks are layered like open sedimentary rocks.

In the distance, the huge building lying on the riverside stretched out its weathered and blackened towers, and the sound of old and loud metal hammered down from the sky.

The vibration was so dull, like a rusty iron thundercloud roaring in the distance, expressing the long-term depression trapped in the oxide layer. Some white dots the size of rice grains wandered between the cracks and windows of the gray-black building. The thick buzzing sound made them stop temporarily and look up at the sky divided by the cornices and arches.

"Every time I come here, I feel sick to my heart. These buildings and the sounds are as old as if they were just dug out of the tombs of the ancient kings. They also say some weird words like 'Lord, Savior,'" Lin. Professor Deng said dissatisfiedly, "It is quite suitable for someone who has stepped into the grave with one leg."

Lecturer Maynard, who came up behind, sneered a few times, agreeing or disagreeing. He is not a senior person like Lyndon. He can give no face to anyone. He still has to take care of his interpersonal relationships in the academic world when students are present.

"So where is that place?"

"Notre Dame Cathedral may not be the largest or the oldest church, but it is definitely the oldest in the cathedral. That is its bell tower." Maynard pointed to the source of the bell and introduced, "It is said, just said, that it was originally maintained The Stirmin gold coin should be called the Madonna gold coin, but some people prefer that the reverse be a symbol that is more representative of the kingdom today."

Kraft surprisingly felt that this statement was quite reasonable, "This is the first time I've heard of this."

"It's just a rumor. Our side is the back side, and there is a Knights Island church on the front side. It is the resting place of royal families of all generations, including the earliest one." It was obviously not his first time here, and he was quite familiar with the local situation. familiar.

"It's smaller than Notre Dame Cathedral, and it's not open to the public. However, there is a statue at the door. I heard it was carved according to the person himself. It's worth a visit."

The addition of the title "that one" to the royal family basically refers to the original and most legendary king of the Kingdom of North, the one who was chosen by God and drew the sword from the stone. The full text of the relevant story was just tasted in Hudson Town not long ago, and he can now recite and review it for everyone if necessary.

"Then you really have to go and see it." It's hard to go on a business trip at public expense, and it's always a bit of a loss if you don't stop by to visit scenic spots.

Kraft has recently considered changing the training plan. As the saying goes, learning without thinking is wasteful. It is easy to understand ideological problems by just reading with closed door. Perhaps taking him around to visit places of interest and experience the vastness of the world and the changes of ancient and modern times will not help. I will be depressed by the temporary difficulties in front of me.

Write this down for now and add it to your sightseeing list.

As the boat followed the water, the canal became narrower as it penetrated into the city. They gradually moved closer to the river bank, and a close-up view of the city came into view.

As a large port city, Dunling gives people a completely different feeling from Port Solace and Westminster, with a sense of tradition and antiquity that cannot be transformed by busy business. It is not a new city built after the establishment of the kingdom. Humans have settled here before there are any records in history.

Many building cornerstones have been naturally polished and smooth, and buildings with different styles have been rebuilt on them using completely different materials of one or more kinds, and are patchworked with some of the original decorations that have been retained. The remaining walls that have been repainted or scraped are deeply marked with calligraphy that Kraft has never seen, which is simple or has unknown characteristics. Perhaps the exquisite ones among them were unable to withstand the unconscious destruction of the citizens and disappeared first.

A strange combination caught Kraft's attention. It was a figure in white robes, probably a priest. He was carrying a burning metal incense burner, but he didn't look like he was preaching. His companions had wings tattooed on them. There is a clear hard bulge under the ring's burqa.

The crowd automatically avoided them when they saw them, and they just made a space on the narrow road along the river.

Although he knew that the church was well-armed, he had never seen many people following the clergy. Before he asked, he heard Linden snort.

"I've never understood why His Majesty would be willing to let the Church roam around with weapons right under their noses, when there's no place they wouldn't dare go."

"As for some acquired rickets patients, even if they have one percent of the courage of their ancestors, they should not be submissive and stand still for decades, so that slightly outstanding people are forced to live in obscurity for a year. It’s a hell of a place where it snows for half the year.”

As the primary victim of the profession, the professor of surgery was indignant, "I still remember that there was someone about the same age as me who could have stayed and taught, but ended up going to some missionary school whose name I had never heard of. It seemed like it was called a liberal arts school."

"Sorry, Professor Kraft, I just wanted to say that the best actors deserve to be cheered center stage, just like you."

"I understand what you mean." The person who knows you best is indeed your old enemy. Kraft didn't expect to find out the information from Professor Linden before he entered Dunling University. "Do you still remember his name?"

"It seems his name is Kalman? At that time, Morrison was still willing to teach students. Unlike in recent years, I haven't heard about what he was doing for a long time."

The ship sailed past the church that had been seen in the distance. Icons and old-fashioned buildings with pointed arches squat on the shore. The water waves lap at the strong and wide foundation of the bell tower. The face of the stone beast sitting on it has been eroded and blurred.

The brilliance is not as good as before, but the main body has not shown signs of decline, and the foundation is still stable. The stone piles have sunk under the plank road of the previous generation and are deeply embedded in the mud of the river bottom.

The side facing the river is supposed to be the front, with reliefs depicting figures that can only be seen by boat. This is not surprising. Out of belief, builders will actively and passively do many thankless things, including adding a large number of details outside the normal sightseeing range to express piety to beings whose vision is not as limited as ordinary people.

The main figure of the relief is a man holding a sword. The figures depicted on both sides of the sculpture are leaning back or raising their hands in a surprised manner. Kraft looked at it for a moment before realizing that it was not holding a sword, but drawing it out.

Out of professional habit, he tried to identify the shape of the sword. The position of the carving was low, and the fluctuations in water levels blurred the details. The final conclusion was that the creator was an amateur, which resulted in the length of the sword being like a two-handed sword, and the handle was half-hand sword size, only one and a half palms long. Either it was too early and there was a problem with the control of human body proportions.

Such a careless painting style made him completely uninterested. Kraft shook his head and returned to the cabin to pack his luggage and prepare to enter the port.

Not long after passing the Notre Dame Cathedral, the ship docked at a small but exquisite pier. Fernand stopped everyone who was about to disembark and handed the letter to the receptionist who came after seeing the ship's flag.

After a while, a bald middle-aged man wearing a red-lined robe came to the side of the boat with a group of people with thick hair. They looked helpless and sprinkled some petals that looked very similar to the main varieties of the flower bed next to them. , once and for a while, he bowed slightly and saluted.

"Professor Fernand, welcome to Dunling."

"Long time no see, Samuel! There's no need to make it so formal." The old professor stepped off the deck, hugged him semi-ceremoniously, and then looked around, his eyes scanning the crowd, looking for a certain target.

"Where's Morrison, why didn't you see him? He can't do experiments, right? I can't even remember the last time he made this excuse."

As soon as these words came out, the few scholars behind them who were already calm-looking but still maintained their self-restraint became excited, and their indignation was even greater than the "implicit expression" in the letter just now.

Professor Samuel, who was simply present, might really be Fernand's "old friend" in the literal sense. Seeing that the situation was not going well, he immediately blocked them behind him and tried to smooth things over, "No, no, no, I believe that Professor Fernand It was an honest mistake and no sarcasm was intended."

After temporarily appeasing his colleagues who were inclined towards physical theory, he turned to everyone in Rivers, with a hint of sadness in his helpless tone, "This is not anyone's fault, but it is really not the right time to make fun of Professor Morrison." opportunity."

"Sorry, if I could, could I know what happened?"

"Professor Morrison unfortunately passed away due to a laboratory fire a few months ago. Professor Kalman and several students who participated in the experiment were also affected. The matter is complicated, and I am currently acting as the temporary replacement for the medical school. manage."