Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

"Then who wrote this book?"

"He is my teacher, a researcher out of interest, but his level is no less than that of a heraldry officer who makes a living. Most of these are excerpted from the library in his spare time." Marco proudly showed the book This last page contains a name Green has never heard of.

"And I have added some more based on his results. I believe it will be difficult to find a more complete and reliable book of the same type."

The priest tried to recall for a while, but could not find any impression of the author's name. However, most of these characters are like this, and rarely have the opportunity to be known. It is normal to stay in the library for a lifetime in obscurity, leaving a literary legacy that no one knows when it will be noticed.

"Where does your teacher work?"

“The teacher returned to the arms of our Heavenly Father many years ago.”

"Sorry." It was exactly what he thought. Green felt immorally grateful that he did not continue to study and study for a degree in literature and history.

"There is nothing to be sorry for, Father. He spent his whole life in peaceful fulfillment and contentment. After exhausting the exploration in the books, he went to the kingdom of heaven and personally consulted the saints. The most perfect days are just like this."

It makes sense, Green was speechless for a moment. Some people use money from the church and use the church library to pursue their hobbies. I really have no position and no qualification to sympathize with them.

"Speaking of which, is there anything else you would like to know?" The monk Winner of Life still has more to say. Briefly describing the current status of royal heraldry research is not even a warm-up for him. We haven’t gotten to the specific details yet, that’s where professionalism comes into play.

After the initial fear of the Inquisition's intentions passed, the scholar's professional curiosity was aroused. What could be worthy of such mysterious inquiry?

Green turned the book in front of him, flipped through a few pages, and reluctantly admitted that the gap between professionals and ordinary people existed in years, and it could not be bridged in a short period of time.

After much hesitation, he took out the holy scripture he carried with him and opened it under the doubtful eyes of the other party. Peel off the anti-adhesion white paper on both sides and take out the well-protected piece of paper in the middle.

At first glance, an inexplicable ink stain was smeared on the paper. If it weren't for this serious attitude, it would probably be regarded as the product of knocking over the ink bottle.

"This is this?" Marco frowned and looked at this tablecloth-like thing, observing whether the paper was old or new.

After confirming that it was a new piece of paper, he rubbed his hands, carefully cleared an open space on the table, moved it to the center, and pressed the edge wrinkles with his fingertips.

Green did not explain aloud and watched him operate quietly.

It can only be said that the rubbing skills of amateurs are really not that good. Even the monks could not tell that this was a coat of arms at first glance.

"This is too bad. Even the clumsiest apprentice can't do such a bad job." He muttered some words of complaint while tracing the outline of the coat of arms and trying to decipher it.

Based on the redrawing scope, the large outer circle was directly eliminated, and the coat of arms actually only occupies less than a quarter of the area.

Except for the shield, the rest are all accessories. It cannot be said that they are unimportant, but they are only accessories of the coat of arms.

"The paired things with manes on both sides are probably lions, the shield bearers of the heraldry. They may be a relatively powerful family with their own supporters. The base below is for the shield bearers to stand, so don't worry about it. "

"These unprinted things should be grass patterns or vines, right? It doesn't matter much. They are all used for decoration to reflect status. They have no actual meaning and are not fixed. They can be changed."

"As for the inside, let me take another look." After clarifying the composition of the outer ring in two sentences, Brother Marco began to study the body of the coat of arms. "The sword in the stone is indeed correct. There will not be a second half of the sword pointing at the center. The pattern is down.”

"But the rest is hard to recognize. Who gave you this thing? The technique is too rough, and the areas that should be highlighted are not focused on. It should be sent back to the academy to re-revise heraldry."

"I don't know, just make do with it." Green urged with a guilty conscience.

"If you insist, okay. These small bumps don't look like stone surfaces or utensils. Are they rust stains on some kind of metal product?"

"But this piece is relatively regular. It's not bird feathers or hair. It looks more like... scales?" The researcher made a surprised tsk sound. "This is rare."

"Why do you say that? Shouldn't fish be very common in coats of arms?" As soon as Green opened his mouth, he revealed that he was the one who should go back and rebuild.

"Generally speaking, yes, but the royal heraldry is different. There is only one family that is married with fish-related patterns, and it is a mermaid. And there are not many fish coats with scales on them."

The monk quickly turned the pages forward, skipped to the first few pages and searched, "It's not fish scales, it's dragon."

"Is it similar to this? It should come from the saying that the sword in the stone slays the dragon." A relatively simple coat of arms with a slender neck and a dragon's head on both sides of the sword shape.

"Interesting, where is the person who inherited this coat of arms?"

Brother Marco did not turn back the page to look for it, but scratched his head and said, "Well, it's quite close to us."

He pointed out the window, and Green looked.

The surface of the Temu River, which had risen due to rain, was sparkling. Several boats sailed close to the shore, far away from the island in the middle of the river where the chapel stood.

"This heraldry has a chaotic inheritance. It only appears in records in the early years of the kingdom's founding, and never appears later. At that time, the branches of the royal family were not far away, and most of them were already there."

Knights Island Church, the resting place of the royal family and where important ceremonies are held. Since it has not been passed down, all the members are not buried there.

"Okay, thanks for the answer, Brother Marco." Green felt that this was the end of the information he could get.

He stared at the island in the middle of the river as if seeing it for the first time. The statue of the first king who had seen it countless times across the bank was galloping and holding the reins in front of the chapel. His empty right hand was waving, as if summoning his followers or holding something empty. .

"If possible, can you give me a drawing of these uninherited heraldry? I have a friend who is very interested. We will remember your help."

"There happens to be a drawing that you can take with you." Of course, it is best not to remember me. Marco quickly dug out his manuscript and said goodbye to this uninvited guest of the Tribunal.

Green took his gifts and left the library, and met the deputy he had found, Brother Wadding, at the same place.

I have the impression that this person has nothing to report. After all, their best business team in the Tribunal has been focusing on the sewers recently, and the next move is still waiting for approval.

"Why, those bishops relented so quickly?" This was the only reason I could think of that could drive Wadin to come to him so actively.

"It's far from it. In fact, it's even slower than expected. By the time they finish making the decision, it will be enough for the pagans to move ten times."

Brother Wadding was quite dissatisfied with this speed of reaction and lacked respect in his words. With his way of thinking, it is difficult to imagine what kind of person would be indifferent to such evidence.

"There is some news, I don't know if it is true or not." He approached Green, glanced sideways at the door, and lowered his voice, "I heard that the main reason is that the archbishop's attitude is different from before. It is a bit vague, and even the bishops are unwilling to express their stance. "

"Where did you hear that?"

"I have a friend who is very acquainted with a bishop's clerk..."

"This is not something we should pry into." Green reprimanded, "Don't do this next time. It won't make any difference whether you find out sooner or later. Where is the presiding judge?"

"He's more anxious than we are. That's why I came to you."

It is not difficult to imagine that this superior who reused Green now probably wants to jump into the sewer, burn the pagans and their evil creations to ashes, and wash them away with the water.

There was a smoldering flame of excitement and revenge in Wadin's lowered voice. This may come from the comfort work he has been responsible for in recent days for the families of the martyred brothers, "so the presiding judge is willing to give us some personal support."

"We will soon be able to 'mobilize personnel on a limited basis to prevent heretics from escaping,' including in the sewers."

"This is the best news I've ever heard." Green moved his hands and feet, making a slight crackling sound. Rather than studying heraldry, he would rather do something more practical.

"There's another thing. The people at the clinic told me that they noticed some special circumstances."

"Special circumstances? What did that professor do again?"

"No, they think someone is hanging around the clinic but they don't go in."

"As far as I know, half of the people in the new city want to go there to see a doctor, but they can't get in." Arranging manpower near the clinic was something that happened before we officially met Kraft, and it has not been canceled yet.

With the amount of people there, it’s hard to believe that you can identify a few specific people.

"I know, but they said those people were wearing clothes that were a little too nice and didn't look like the common clothes in the new city." Wading felt that it was reasonable to be suspicious.

"Send two more people, and I will allow you to take action if necessary."