Chapter 310 Setting Sail

"We haven't done nothing these days. At least we have built a plank road here. It's still not that convenient, but it's much easier to walk than before." Father Green led Craft through several sentries and came to the scene that had changed dramatically.

A torch lit up every five or six steps, illuminating the results of overtime work. With wooden piles inserted into the gaps between the rocks as support, a simple road made of wooden boards was built on the steep slope.

The zigzag route greatly improved the difficulty of going up and down, at least it can be walked normally.

But the surprise is still to come. A three-layer frame with high and low structures is taking shape on the rocky beach below, and the boats brought down by the disassembly are being assembled on the rolling logs next to it.

"There is also a temporary dock." It can be seen that someone in the church was really scared, and the support this time was recognized by the priest. "We have built mooring positions at different heights to prevent the water level from rising."

This place has become a temporary construction site, and everyone has their own things to do. Dig up the rubble, drive in wooden piles, and nail the prepared slats to the frame.

All the things that a dock should have are taking shape quickly with sufficient manpower and material support as preparatory work for exploration.

At the middle height of the steep slope, you can see someone using local materials to build a relatively stable platform with suitable stones, and trying to install something with a rotatable mechanical mechanism on it.

The light source, which is much brighter than ordinary torches, is flickering, and it is a bit dazzling when it shines on this side.

"That's a lighthouse." Green was very satisfied with the professor's surprised expression, "People with navigation experience recommend this, otherwise you may get lost after a few dozen meters. Now it's time to debug the lens."

"It's not easy to get this thing. I heard that the price of such a large piece of white glass used to be equivalent to the same weight of silver. Fortunately, it has become cheaper recently."

"Ah?!"

It must be said that this level of preparation did give Kraft some confidence out of thin air.

After so many abnormal events, this time is the most problematic one, but it is also the best treatment. Although the church is indeed procrastinating when it procrastinates, when it really does work, even a small part of the force is worthy of praise.

"How did you build these things safely?" It's not that the creatures in the lake have no hearing and have no reaction to the ding-dong on the shore.

"Didn't you encounter anything?"

"Yes, but we didn't catch it, and we didn't see what it was." Green pointed to an inconspicuous corner of the dock, where the planks seemed to have been torn off, and the wooden stakes that were deeply embedded in the beach were also pulled up and taken away.

Two armed monks were reinforcing the chassis of a thing that was as wide as Kraft's arm span, which should probably be called a "ballista". There was still moisture on the surface, as if it had just fallen into the water and was salvaged.

The last time I saw something like this was on the top of Westminster City, and it was usually placed in a key tower for maintenance.

It didn't use a regular arrow, but a hideous, thorny short spear, or a harpoon, with a rope dragging behind it.

"That thing almost took a few of us away again. After being shot, the crossbow and the base were pulled into the water. If the rope hadn't been bitten off, it might not have been recovered."

"Did you repel it?"

"It's a pity that we didn't pull it up. We would have had kerosene to treat it then." A regretful voice came from Brother Wadin. He noticed the two people chatting on the busy construction site and came over to say.

"Shooting at a glowing underwater object more than thirty steps away is not difficult. The difficult part is how you deal with this thing in the water next."

"And the guy over there." He lowered his voice a little and glanced at the other side of the dock.

There were also some church members dressed similarly to them, carrying various weapons, urging the shipwrights who were assembling the ship.

It seems that Green doesn't have a good relationship with them. If you pay attention, you will find that the people on the dock are vaguely divided into two groups. There is no obvious hostile behavior, but there is an invisible boundary in between.

"Be careful with your words." Green stopped Wadin from talking further. "I believe in Father Theodore's character. With the enemy of the Heavenly Father in front of us, all bitterness, resentment, anger, clamor, and slander should be removed from us, and we should be generous, just as the Lord has forgiven us all."

The voice of the second half of the sentence was much higher, obviously not for Wadin to hear.

The people in the crowd over there heard the words, but their expressions could not be seen through the thick fog. In the end, they did not say anything and just continued to prepare for the trip.

Craft's heart, which had just relaxed a little, sank half again, and he tried to ask Green with his eyes.

What's going on?

Who is crazy to arrange two people who don't seem to get along well to cooperate in such a big event?

Green shook his head slightly, indicating that it was not a big problem. "For efficiency and safety reasons, we mainly divide into two groups and explore in two directions at the same time."

"In other words, it's not the same way at all." He also lowered his voice, almost only using lip movements.

"Theodore is a man of outstanding ability and clear mind. He will not make irrational actions because of personal relationships. I think the presiding judge must have carefully considered the decision to let him come."

"Of course, he is still slightly worse than Green." Wadin added with a stammer, and was immediately glared at.

"..."

Craft was willing to believe Green. If he was on the other side, even if the two of them were usually incompatible, snatched each other's promotion opportunities and reported academic misconduct, Green would wait until the matter was over and pick a good day to trouble him.

But that "Theodore" is really unclear, and one can only hope that there are more reliable people like Green in the church.

Fortunately, the two groups were not going in the same direction, so they probably wouldn't meet, and they might not even come back.

The ship preparation has been basically completed, and the workers pushed the thickened ship into the water along the rolling log track.

Someone shouted to turn the simple lighthouse and shoot the beam of light closer, casting a huge, rough-edged light spot that swept across the water.

The crossbowman paid close attention to this side, adjusting the aiming direction with the light spot, looking for any suspicious ripples in the water.

The accompanying monks sorted out their equipment for the last time, fixed the supplies to a convenient position on the ship with a slipknot, and mounted an empty barrel with a grab rope as a life-saving item in the worst case, although they didn't know if it really made sense.

They should set off soon. Compared with Father Theodore's team who were praying collectively, Green's side was more silent. Several veterans with previous experience clenched their weapons and repeatedly checked the fuel on their bodies.

"Are you really going?" Green confirmed for the last time, "I heard it's just for curiosity?"

At this point, he didn't know what the other party was doing.

"Well... too many. To save the people in the city, or to comfort the dead? Maybe also to answer some of the previous things?" Kraft looked at the lake, and those huge static outlines were reflected in his pupils, which were unexpectedly proportional.

"You may not believe it, but the impact of this incident is far more than here. To Westmin, to the tributaries of the Teme River, to the harbor in the north. I came after it, of course, not entirely for it."

"Even if you put aside everything else, don't you want to know what it is?

"What kind of power created all this, twisting the souls of the living and resurrecting the bodies of the dead, like turning pottery back to clay, reshaping the masterpiece of the Father at will.

"What is its essence, is it a law that has not yet been fully explained, like the roar of thunder and the movement of celestial bodies, the ultimate answer to the end of medicine, or something that we are destined to be unable to understand and control?

"Don't you want to know? "He turned around, his eyes burning.

Green had an extremely ominous feeling, which he had had before - the skin of the person in front of him was not soft, but a delicate and brittle material like pottery, an eggshell that was about to crack or had already cracked, like the armor he saw in the sewer.

The inner essence peeked at the outside world through the gap, and kept stretching it insatiably, almost wanting to break out of the shell.

Something colder than the lake water flowed through his body, as if the thing that drilled out stretched out countless cold fingers to grab him.

Then it disappeared.

Kraft stood in front of him, looking very concerned about his mental state, his eyes full of worry about this unlucky journey.

"Are you okay? Do you want to leave later?"

"No, I'm just a little distracted." The priest awkwardly pulled a smile for everyone to see and led the way to get on the wooden boat.