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By the way, yesterday’s missed lesson and last week’s teaching references...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Captain, will you be guiding today’s morning training?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Father, the night duty roster for next week is complete; please review.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My lord, here are the costs for all repair materials and labor last month. Also, the carpenter says the oak from Priel’s lands is insufficient—should we buy elsewhere, or substitute another wood? The effect might...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Respected Dean, Baron von Feiernan wonders if you have time soon to offer some spiritual guidance, and perhaps discuss the land purchase we mentioned earlier...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My brother, based on past experience, we should negotiate a wheat procurement plan with the freeholders before harvest, to prepare early for winter...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Captain, we’ve compiled a list of all damaged monastery structures. Which repairs should we prioritize?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Teacher, uh... never mind, you go ahead and work.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The masons say they’re short-handed; we should hire workers from below the mountain to help...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Captain, another letter arrived, addressed to you—but the title listed is ‘Lecturer.’ Could it have been sent to the wrong person?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Captain, about that thing we mentioned earlier...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Captain!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Captain?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mr. Kraft... sir? Your breakfast seems to have gone cold—shall I get you a fresh one?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you, no. Just return the bread slices to the kitchen stove to reheat—they can go with lunch.” A stiff, lifeless face slowly lifted, meeting the other’s gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though deeply unethical, Kup still instinctively recalled the rigid facial expression discussed days ago—common in severe neuropsychiatric disorders. The treatment section of that lecture had never been covered; he didn’t know if it was omitted or simply forgotten.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you alright?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Still alive—for now.” Kraft shoved aside the still-wet documents, leaned over the desk, and pulled the soup bowl toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thin layer of white fat floated on the surface, embedded with a few leaf fragments—like frozen sails trapped in ice—leaving no appetite whatsoever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What is it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Well, actually—yes.” Kup wanted to say no, but he hadn’t come just to visit: “They sent me to ask whether we should add a tower to the repair list.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Which tower? Didn’t we already decide?” Kraft reviewed the blueprints; most of the towers attached to the main building were still structurally sound, and none stood out as needing major repair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not any of those. They found a new one—on the mountaintop.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where would a tower even come from there?” On the very day he arrived, the surrounding area had been thoroughly explored; the mountaintop was clearly an undeveloped flat expanse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Precisely speaking, there once was a tower. They don’t know its purpose, so they’re asking.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sigh. Take me to see it.\" Decisions about funding repairs were the dean's domain—he had to go, no matter what.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a demon imprisoned for twenty years within the monastery’s high walls, Kraft drifted from his chair, gliding past the watered corridors and weeded courtyards, following the chilled Kup up the mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid the thick brush and weeds, they saw what was called a “tower”—a...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pond?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Near the cliff’s edge, a square depression had been carved into the bedrock, filled with murky water and floating fragments of brick and rotting timber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d noticed the place before, but assumed it was merely a water reservoir for ritual ablutions. There was even a drainage channel nearby to carry away excess water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where’s the tower?” Kraft nearly suspected a scam to siphon funds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My lord, this is the tower’s foundation.” The mason from Dunling, highly skilled, showed no fear under the Dean’s scrutiny.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I thought it was a pond too, but the stones are too precisely shaped—carving them would take immense effort. No one would go to such trouble just to store water, so I cleared the surrounding area.” He pointed to holes exposed after brushing away weeds and soil: “These are anchor holes—for wooden stakes and pegs, to build scaffolding. They were removed after construction.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then these grooves aren’t for drainage?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, they are—because the stone foundation doesn’t absorb water. Too much pooling makes work difficult.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mason grew tense. He was certain of his judgment, but who knew if this answer might somehow offend something unseen?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He opened his mouth to say more—perhaps admit his interpretation was based only on past experience, lacking higher wisdom—when the Dean’s attendant placed a hand on his shoulder and shook his head slightly, signaling silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraft didn’t make them wait long. “Why assume it was a tower?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The foundation is narrow but deep—no other building would require such a structure.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But where did it go? A tower that size isn’t a child’s block—it doesn’t just appear and vanish.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Probably a center-of-gravity issue. The remaining wood is thick—likely vertical posts. It must have collapsed under its own weight. Otherwise, such large timber would’ve been reused for something else.” The carpenter added, almost as an afterthought: “If you rebuild, I recommend oak—denser, and resistant to insects.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Understood. Thank you for your work. Return to your tasks. We’ll notify you once we’ve decided on reconstruction.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraft nodded to the craftsmen, forcing a weak, professional smile to acknowledge their diligence. Kup dismissed the crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he returned to Kraft’s side, the latter was circling the foundation, his steps widening until he stopped at the cliff’s edge, where mist still clung to the valley below.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you have an order?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Take two or three people tomorrow and search below. Not too many.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Search for what?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The remains of that tower—and other things, and signs of them. You know what I mean.” The professor paused, then added: “Bring Yin Feng. Give her some real work.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The overworked guardian finally remembered he had a student: “By the way, what’s she been doing lately?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Probably studying. Sometimes she helps clean the monastery—provided the monks trade her stories for it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good. I always feel she holds biases against everyone. That won’t help her future relationships.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re overthinking it. She gets along well with everyone, and she has her own thoughts—don’t treat her like a child.” Kup thought Kraft should worry less about others’ mental states and more about his own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“By the way, what would you like for lunch?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just bring whatever’s available and set it on the table. I’ll eat soon... no, I’ll look a bit longer first.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1050,"2026-06-20T02:15:56.940Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","c811297d6d7342eee96da5e1d7640a5e38affe41883684d9359f1e3b1517ba20","notes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies-chapter-341","notes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies-chapter-339",406,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fnotes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies-cover.jpg"]