Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

After waiting all afternoon, the two monks who were watching in the loft of the tavern waited for the manpower assigned by Green to help, and waited for the order to inform the professor of the matter, but did not wait for the return of the professor and his assistant.

The lights came on in the clinic, the aroma of food wafted out and disappeared, and the carriage that traveled between the college and the clinic every day did not come back.

"I guess there's nothing to do today."

The companion changed places with Robin, who was sitting by the bed, tearing open the slightly crispy bread and eating it with a piece of cheese.

"Can you please stop doing this?" Robin swallowed the powdery dry food in his mouth and gulped down saliva to suppress the feeling of sawdust stuck to the wall of his throat. He probably understood the reason why the clinic had to set up its own cafeteria, "Pay more attention, you can do it" Let’s talk about this again tomorrow morning.”

"Okay." The people at the post shut up and watched quietly, while the people at rest could continue to fight against the hard dinner, making a creaking sound like unstable wooden furniture shaking.

This sound was nothing at night. The tavern downstairs was still open. After the day's work, the men immediately spent part of the day's income on one of the only daily entertainment activities.

Alcohol numbs the spirit, temporarily blocks fatigue, and creates more emotions and noise.

The clinic diagonally opposite seemed to be another world, with quiet bright lights shining through the first-floor windows, and from time to time, figures would steadily walk past the window carrying trays and jars.

Based on the observation experience during this period, it is inferred that they should be working overtime. The shorter the professor is in the clinic, the longer the lights will stay on at night.

A window on the second floor facing the street lights up on time. Unlike the ward downstairs, it does this every night, turning on and off at its own pace. Behind the window is a desk that belongs to the girl who often appears near the professor.

Robin had some impressions of her. After all, the proportion of women in the academy was similar to that in the church. The hair on their heads was even sparser than that of some bishops and professors. Rounding it off, it was about zero.

At a time when girls from ordinary families of the same age are learning housework from their mothers, and young ladies are full of ignorance and longing for emotions, a special character who is reading a book is particularly eye-catching.

To use an inappropriate metaphor, Robin felt that what she accepted was more like the training of today's men, as the bearer of certain responsibilities.

This is contradictory. Although I don’t know whether those doctors would be willing to allow a person of the opposite sex into their exclusive domain, but by analogy, it is absolutely impossible for the bishops to allow a female bishop to appear.

"Maybe this is a useless behavior." The companion commented. It reminded him of the time when he was bewildered by spiritual training courses, and produced some admiration and sympathy for his efforts, which may not find a corresponding place for him to perform in the future.

"Who knows." Robin walked up to him, glanced at the small figure sitting behind the half-open window without being disturbed by the noise, and sat on the bed for a while to rest, "Don't stare at the window, watch your surroundings, I'll watch you for the rest of the night .If anything happens, just say "

In addition to them, there are people staring at the clinic from other angles, but this is no reason to relax their vigilance.

"I know, if something happens, just blow the whistle to notify them. Then half a dozen angry young men who have not slept late at night will rush out and give the ignorant guy a warm welcome." The companion raised a half-piccolo-like instrument in his hand. Small object, that was the promised warning sign.

"Whoever it is and for whatever reason, there will probably be a little more color on the face tomorrow morning."

Newly added helpers always make people feel more at ease. Robin was half lying on the bed, sleeping heavily on the rough straw mattress.

The spirit did not completely sink into stillness, but maintained a minimally awakened state, swaying slightly amidst the noise and vibration coming from downstairs, like the supple blades of grass undulating in the water.

The memories accumulated during the day are like mud deposited at the bottom of the water, rolled up by the subconscious and rising up.

The suspicious figures that occasionally appear are dressed in unprofessional disguises, with weird and uncoordinated long arms hanging at their sides. The strong sunlight casts reflections and strong shadows on their faces that blur the features.

Like flies, those figures hover around, appearing from the edge of the field of vision and disappearing at blind spots.

In fact, he didn't know whether his report was necessary, because it was really difficult to find a decisive doubt that could be described. Instead, he often felt a vague sense of dissonance in retrospect.

This feeling accompanies the entire period of half-awake light sleep, until a low-key and highly penetrating sound appears in the background, like a sharp knife cutting through the paper, slicing it open lightly and unnoticed. Dreamland.

Robin opened his eyes alertly and saw the face of his companion.

"I was about to wake you up." There was no whistle in the other person's mouth, but the low-key whistle that penetrated the night had not stopped yet.

"We didn't blow the whistle. Where is it?" Robin rushed to the window and tried hard to distinguish it for a few seconds. He could only roughly detect that it came from the other side of the clinic, from the alleyway with clusters of buildings.

"Quick, let's go there!"

Unlike his colleagues who were still a little slow, Robin's alarm bells blared in his head. After hesitating at the door and in front of him for a moment, he chose to step out of the window directly. He used his feeling to put a cushion on the protruding wooden frame on the second floor and jumped directly to the On the street, he ran towards the direction where the whistle came from.

"Be careful. No, wait for me!" During his troubled time, Robin had already rubbed his sore knees, rushed across the street and disappeared into the dark alley.

The guidance of the whistle disappeared soon after entering the alley. In slow motion, he realized that he had no lighting supplies with him. He groped for a while by moonlight, and the lantern light not far ahead helped him meet the person who issued the alarm.

The man with white lips leaned against the wall, biting his whistle, and dropped his dagger and lantern on the ground.

Robin recognized that it was the monk assigned by Green during the day. At this time, one of his arms was bent at an abnormal angle, his chest rose and fell sharply, and his collar was soaked in cold sweat.

"what's the situation?!"

The monk who fell to the ground took a deep breath. This action affected the injuries on his body and made his expression even more painful. "At least three people, I don't know where they came from. They thought I was dead."

It seems that there is a huge gap between the two sides, and the other side has other goals. The injured person pointed in the direction with his movable finger, shook his head slightly to indicate that he would not die for a while, then took another breath from the whistle.

【Clinic】

Robin picked up the lantern on the ground. The poured grease burned on half of the lamp stand, and the overdrawn light illuminated the narrow alley.

Several different messy wet marks appeared from under an open stone slab, dripping water extending towards the clinic, exuding a fishy smell of stale fermentation.

"Keep blowing, someone will be here soon!"

The situation was urgent. Robin carried a hot lantern and followed the traces of moisture. The traces of water completely disappeared in the middle of the alley next to the clinic. The traces and its maker seemed to have suddenly evaporated here.

He looked around nervously, the movement taking his eyes away from the ground to see the reflection on the brick wall.

A series of upward water marks.

"Damn it, second floor!"