Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

Looking at the water marks extending up to the second floor window, Robin was at a loss for what to do. Someone had already crossed their defense line, and it would be too late to climb up. Training content never includes rock climbing.

After being stunned for a moment, his short-circuited brain finally realized that there was no need to fight against the wall. It would be faster to take the stairs instead.

The monk who reacted strode towards the main entrance of the clinic, pushed open the ajar door, and broke into the busy scene.

The sound of scraping paper and pen and the gentle crackle of the fire flowed gently. Everyone was busy and unaware of what was happening.

The apprentices who were completing paperwork and brewing medicine heard the sound and looked at it, thinking that it was a patient who came to see a doctor with an emergency at night, and prepared to select the unlucky person who would wake up the doctor. But it didn't look like there was anything wrong with him, and there was no patient behind him.

The assistant on duty stood up from behind the counter, dropped most of the blank list, and came forward: "Dr. David is on the second floor, I'll go up right now."

Robin didn't have time to explain what happened, so he looked past him to find the direction of the stairs, leaving the group of people and the inaudible words of advice behind him.

In desperation, he could only think of one more possible victim upstairs. As for whether he could face the intruder who had seriously injured his colleagues alone, he ranked second.

In the worst case, as long as it delays the opponent for a while and makes it impossible for the opponent to achieve his goal with peace of mind, even for a few rounds, the support with the numerical advantage will arrive. Time is on your side.

"do not come!"

When he shouted these words, the stairs under his feet had reached the end, and he was standing at the entrance to the second floor of the clinic. The shouts reflected back from the unlit winding corridors, as if they were a warning to himself.

What's worse than encountering multiple enemies is the quiet, dark, seemingly deserted environment.

But Robin knew that those heretics who had been planning for a long time were here, in this limited space separated by corridors and door walls with him.

The instinctive fear of being lightless arose, but he overcame that feeling and took the first step into it. Heels landed first, and then slowly lowered his soles to blend into the atmosphere.

The intense running disrupted the sense of direction, and the completely different layouts of the two floors made it difficult to determine the specific location of the invaded windows.

The room that was still lit outside seemed to have its lights turned off at some point, and no light was leaking from under any door. This made Robin particularly worried and accelerated the pace of exploration. Maybe he was already a step too late.

Bringing a light up would make him bolder, but it would also directly expose his position and make him passive.

The current situation is exactly the same as that of the one who was just hit hard, the same restricted environment, the enemy is in the dark and we are in the light.

He had no way to quickly identify potential victims and enemy locations in such a situation. Someone might have died without making a sound, and delaying it would only make this "possibility" bigger.

And after several days of snooping, the other party has probably figured out the general structure of the floor, which gives them an even greater advantage.

So Robin was ready to make a somewhat risky move.

"Heavenly Father, bless your servant." The boots were raised, but this time they did not fall gently, but made clear footsteps at normal speed. At the same time, the dagger was unsheathed.

In order to make sure that the other party really heard him, he took a few extra steps and passed through doors with unknown objects behind them.

I believe that few people would refuse such a temptation. As long as the only obstacle is removed, they can do whatever they want before reinforcements arrive. There is no doubt that they are not among the "few".

The old wooden shaft rotated rapidly, making a horrifying scream like a scream, which became the first note on the stage. Obviously, the other party also hopes that this is the last one.

A door opened, and the danger that had been lurking behind struck him, and he got closer before the sound of gritted teeth dissipated.

Even though he had expected it, Robin still couldn't help but panic. He tried to avoid it to one side and leaned against the wall to use his strength to kick towards the approximate location of the attack.

This kick hit something. The attacker staggered back, hit the door panel and bounced off, then threw himself forward uncontrollably. The monk who seized the opportunity held out his dagger and penetrated something easily.

As a familiar smell of rust appeared, the pierced body quickly became heavy after a final struggle, unable to fall, and the crisp metal weapons fell and hit the wooden floor.

He knew that he had won the bet, and the profit was enough to match the risk. In the first encounter, he successfully reduced the opponent's number by one person, and the situation was great.

It's just too simple.

The image of his companion being seriously injured flashed through his mind again. Even under siege, this level alone was far from causing a well-trained monk to quickly lose his combat effectiveness.

An inconspicuous sound of wind came from behind. Robin, who was alert, did not miss this detail and retreated in time. He felt that the sharp air flow lifted his hair and something fell heavily.

A loud noise erupted from under my feet, and the tremors made the body in contact with the floor tingle slightly.

There was a stinging sensation on the exposed face, and small, sharp wood chips burst out and pricked the skin. Compared with this little pain, what is even more frightening is the force on the back, regardless of the arm's ability to withstand it, and it was smashed in a round shape.

And this was not the end, the man strode forward and approached, and the heavy whistling sound meant that the second attack was coming without interruption.

In the dim light, only a figure with unusually slender arms could be seen, almost maximizing the destructive power of the blunt weapon in his hand. Even a knight in full armor had to give priority to avoid it.

Without enough time to think about how such an arm could be so tough and able to withstand such a huge reaction force, Robin pulled away on his hands and knees and rolled towards the stairs.

This was no longer something he could handle alone. The huge gap quickly helped him recall that his original intention was to attract attention and delay waiting for support.

The figure showed agility that was not commensurate with the brute force. Instead of stagnating, it approached as if it was not affected by the two swings at all. It raised its weapon condescendingly without giving any chance to breathe.

【Unreasonable.】

Unable to dodge, Robin raised his dagger in a desperate attempt to resist, wondering if this was his last thought.

The severe pain in the tearing of the web between the thumb and index finger suggested that the power was greater than imagined. The dagger came out of his hand, only slightly changing its trajectory, and hit his ear.

The tinnitus with metallic vibrato buzzed, and the dull pain that was transmitted rushed through his skull. He felt that he heard some kind of hoarse and gloomy cruel chuckle, which seemed to be satisfied with this destructive power.

The person, or something humanoid, pulled the weapon out of the broken board. The overly heavy flat block hammer head showed that it should have been used for other purposes. Perhaps it was a stonemason or blacksmith's tool, which was more than enough to crush bones. .

Robin felt that he could see the other person's face clearly. A face as pale as if it had been left in a coffin for several days, with an asymmetrical outline outlined by the light from behind.

The other party also noticed the intervening light source, temporarily put down the monk who had lost the ability to resist, and turned to look.

A girl in pajamas was holding a candlestick. She probably heard the noise outside and opened the door to check. She looked a little confused, as if she had just woken up from a deep sleep and didn't understand the situation.

There is no need to expect anything from pagan morality. Brother Robin made the most correct decision he could think of at the moment. He hugged his leg with his last strength and shouted to the girl:

"Run!"

I'm really sorry, I was a little busy during the National Day, so I finally finished the paper and submitted it.

The instructor asked us what we usually do, but I didn’t know what to say.

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