Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

“Father who created all things and gives life, Lord who saves people, we praise you because you have connected us together and come here..."

The fat priest in white robe stood by the shallow pit, stuttering and reciting the eulogy. The excessive life of food and wine still made him slack off. Unexpectedly, he was already unfamiliar with the business he was familiar with in the past. But even if you recite it wrongly, no one here will be able to tell.

"On this sad day, we come to say goodbye to this brother who also received divine grace. Now he has slept peacefully..."

There was no scene of gloomy weather and falling raindrops. After coming out of the dark room, the sun was still a bit dazzling. There were only three people present, the priest, the doctor, and the relatives of the protagonists of the funeral.

The person carrying the coffin helped dig the pit, put the coffin in and left, fearful of the unknown appearance of the deceased. Naturally, there were no relatives or friends to invite, and the fluent eulogy did not fit in with this hasty funeral, and was even a bit ironic.

Kraft winked at the priest several times, indicating from the perspective of a lay participant whether there was a problem. But the other person was staring at the coffin, racking his brains to think about the next words, trying his best to prevent the prayer from being interrupted. Like a student who was slapped in class, he had no time to observe the reactions around him.

He had no choice but to focus on Yvonne's reaction. Fortunately, she could not see any disgust on the surface. She looked at the coffin and wondered what she was thinking.

"Returned to the arms of the Lord and enjoyed eternal rest." Perhaps because he had found the feeling, the priest's recitation became smoother and his voice became louder, "Heavenly Father has accepted his soul and allowed us to gain from it. The wisdom of the Lord has seen the end of man, and has seen that the days of death are better than the days of life..."

There is really such a solemn meaning. The round figure looks sacred for the first time, regaining the feeling when holding the holy book in hand, conveying the beauty of another world to the people on the earth.

His speech became faster and faster, more formal and calm, "Death is the outcome for everyone, and the living will also take this matter to their hearts. This brother's family is loved by the Heavenly Father, because he put his own Give your heart to the Lord, and ask the Lord to bless his descendants, bless his children, and comfort their sorrow..."

"Because this brother is not dead, but is asleep, waiting to be reawakened. May Heavenly Father bless him and bring peace, blessing, and joy in the coming years..."

His chest rose and fell deeply, and his lung capacity was not enough after a long paragraph. Adrian raised his head and looked at Yvonne, and read the last sentence seriously: "And he was able to ascend to the kingdom of the Lord, free from illness and disaster. The Promised Land, from heaven watching over those on earth.”

He picked up the shovel, filled the hole with the first shovelful of soil, sprinkled it on the coffin lid, and handed the other to Kraft with a gasp.

The two of them worked together to fill the soil back into the hole and smooth it out, leaving the last shovelful for Yvonne to finish.

Although she is young, her hard life has given her considerable physical strength. She can maintain her balance even with a shovel that is taller than herself. She can pick out barely a shovelful of soil from the mound, pour it into a small pit, and use the shovel to Smooth the back.

A piece of flat new soil, before the tombstone could be engraved, was replaced by a thick wooden board with writing on it, written by Craft. The deceased himself may not even know how to write his name, so he had to spell it out using natural pronunciation.

However, the name Yvonne should have been chosen by someone who could read. Kraft remembered how to spell it and added the line "Yvonne's father" below.

In the words of the otherworldly soul - the death of man on the social level is complete. Although there are no social connections worth mentioning, the future of his only blood relative is uncertain. He is still standing in front of a simple wooden tombstone, not knowing where to go.

Kraft had never encountered such a scene before, and he was not sure whether he should turn around and leave or say something, so he looked at the priest.

And Adrian had not decided on his next move. All he could think about was helping to complete the funeral, and there was nothing else he could think of.

Their stay may have caused Yvonne to misunderstand something, or in her mind, the behavior of all visitors must contain the meaning of exchange. She stood for a while and realized that the two of them had not left yet. She broke away from the silence for a long time and took the initiative to speak.

"Thank you, may the Lord bless you." After thanking you first, she said confusedly and sincerely, "I will try my best to answer your questions, but he really couldn't tell me anything."

"Oh, forget it." She acted too maturely, and Father Adrian's words before he came melted into a sigh.

I originally thought that Kraft might have a chance to improve his condition. Even if someone could speak a word, it would be a breakthrough and it could point them in the direction. But everyone is dead, so what’s the use even if Yvonne is willing to answer him?

Besides, he didn't do this for answers. He greeted Kraft and prepared to leave. The atmosphere here made him feel like he was breathing candle wax, dripping into his trachea and solidifying, leaving him speechless.

The doctor's attention, which was of no use, was still on Yvonne, and he hadn't moved away from it since just now.

"Do you often cough?" He asked an irrelevant question, emerging from a line of thought that the priest and Yvonne couldn't figure out.

"No, I rarely get sick." Yvonne replied. This kind of question can still be answered. It is not the kind of questions asked to his father lying in bed, and it does not involve materials and mysterious terms that he has never heard before.

The doctor thought for a while and asked, "What about the fever? Do you feel tired every day?"

"No."

If she was sick often, she might not even be able to survive, let alone take care of an adult.

"Thank you, I've finished asking." Kraft wanted to reach out, but he still controlled the idea of ​​doing a physical examination. This was not appropriate.

Before leaving, he thought about what the priest said on the way, and he rarely estimated the size of his wallet, and found a reason, "Your answer is very useful. As a reward, I can provide you with a job and come to the church." Find me later, and I will be with Father Adrian during this time."

The priest took the doctor and left. They had nothing to say here. It was better to leave space for Yvonne. Her mind needed to be alone for a while, rather than the pale comfort given by an adult.

Walking back to the main road, the priest stepped back to confirm that there was no one else around. He shook his head and said, "This kind of thing can't be dealt with. Nothing has been done. It's just one more trouble."

"I know." Of course he knew that if there were a lot of things like this that he couldn't see rationally, it might even be worse. But when I have the ability, I encounter it, but I feel like I can’t pass a certain level no matter what.

Even if Coop is seeking his own death, Kraft is willing to take advantage of it, and it becomes a natural habit.

"But there's one thing I don't agree with."

"What?" The priest thought Kraft was going to criticize him from the moral high ground, but he had no intention of refuting. Others were willing to take over the trouble, and it was not like he had never heard a few unpleasant words.

"Today was very fruitful. They told me a lot."

Under the sun, the priest felt a chill on his back. Yvonne...and her father?

"He had a very serious lung disease that lasted for a long time, maybe much earlier than he collapsed in bed." Craft took a deep breath, lifted his ribs and expanded his chest, imitating the horrific corpse.

There were also nodular lesions distributed in the lungs, which he thought were tuberculosis. If this was the case, Yvonne's infection might be very serious, so I couldn't help but ask a few questions.

As a result, the likelihood was dismissed by half. The possibility is not ruled out that it is still lurking, but Kraft started another line of thinking, which non-infectious diseases can produce similar effects.

It is best to have obvious effects on young adults with good immunity.

"It's not a lung disease that can be transmitted from one person to another, but another way of causing extensive damage to the lungs, and I think it could be through inhalation."

It was probably inhaled during work, which caused irreversible effects on his lungs over the long term.

"This thing that hurts the lungs will be a...dust, and it is not easy to clean up." There was no developed industry in this era, and targets were locked circle by circle.

【pneumoconiosis】

"Mineral dust can also be called stone powder. He has been in a place where he needs to breathe heavily for a long time and stone powder is flying. This place can't be a mason's shop, right?"

Adrian looked at Kraft with jaws on his face, the transparency that was pierced by his eyes that night returned again, "Mine..."

"That raw material should be a mineral and needs to be mined in a certain mine."

It could have been otherwise, and it would have been possible to explain that Yvonne's father had been running a mine for a few years before working for the Alchemist. However, Kraft didn't think the Alchemist would hire a man whose breathing was becoming increasingly difficult and whose labor force was weakening.

Therefore, it is more likely that they found this raw material in a certain mine, and the quantity is quite large, otherwise they would not be able to produce a large amount of pure glass.

"But there are so many mines in the entire kingdom, how can we find them?" The area is still not small enough, and Adrian doesn't think they can search them one by one.

"In the past few years, around the time when new glass appeared, this will help us find it." Thinking along the line of thought, the more Kraft speculated, the more logical the cause and effect became. "They found a way to hide the origin of this mine. The real purpose is to escape the eyes of people looking for new materials, so they are not so easy to pick out.”

"Coupled with the time when the church's glass wings were completed, this mining area suddenly stopped operating..." Adrian was not stupid. He found another possible characteristic. There would not be too many minerals that fit these two characteristics at the same time.

The idea had emerged, and this was Port Solace, a favorite place for sailors on the entire kingdom's waterways. It brings far more than just flowing money, but also news all over the world, whether true or false, the amount is definitely large enough.

"Bring a few more bottles of wine, and I'll go ask those people." There was also a drinking buddy who was a drunken priest who frequented the captain, so he didn't worry that no one would talk to them.

The only question is, why did that mine suddenly stop functioning?