[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-notes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies":3,"chapter-notes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies-notes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies-chapter-391":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Notes on Kraft Anomalous Studies",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2283869,4467,"Chapter 391","notes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies-chapter-391",391,"\u003Cp>In the end, Kraft stepped out of the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He assured everyone present that everything was under control, the patient’s condition was stable, the source of the injury had been properly dealt with, and he thanked the Heavenly Father’s protection and everyone’s selfless efforts—the incident was essentially concluded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For this, the monastery will grant all participants a substantial, hard-to-refuse special field allowance, along with a dedicated recuperation environment, hoping each of you may rest peacefully over the next two weeks until confirmed free of any physical or mental aftereffects.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That monster, now rapidly fading from memory, was classified as a beast forged by ancient evil influences, possessing certain peculiar powers over its long life—perhaps partial invisibility—and through rumor and exaggeration, became a folk tale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the saying goes, faith overcomes all obstacles; such petty tricks are no match for the devout.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Holy Scripture clearly records that when the Sage Yeger first discovered King Pendrala, he was barely over ten years old—one day tending sheep on the hillside, the next slaying the lake monster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the creature’s concealment technique was broken, even the girl’s ordinary iron hammer could shatter it with a single blow—undoubtedly proof of the Heavenly Father’s protection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, for mountain folk with limited exposure, the very existence of such a monster was too horrifying to accept, so the gag order was entirely reasonable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a monastery abbot with responsibility, faith, and conscience, I must humbly ask you all to bury this act of bravery in your hearts rather than flaunt it publicly—at the cost of honor and fame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, victory over evil stems from the Lord’s power and will; boasting of merit violates sacred teachings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lord’s reward shall be borne by His most faithful servant, the Abbot and Grand Master of the Knightly Order.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Participants may submit one reasonable, morally unobjectionable request—money, favors, letters of recommendation, etc.—and theoretically, the latter may be delivered before the bishops of Dunling; should they have even a passing awareness of our situation, they would not mind lending a small hand—they had better not mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is a weighty promise; even those unaware of Kraft’s connections understand the monastery’s financial capacity. It carries the meaning of hush money and partial apology to those drawn into this affair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Undoubtedly, having walked through the gates of Heaven, one should not return empty-handed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brother Canser was deeply moved, tongue-tied, feeling he had missed the most thrilling part—merely guarding the chapel had earned him compensation and leave, and he felt too ashamed to speak first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kup made no hesitation, immediately stating the experience had been too traumatic, causing severe damage to both his psyche and his ulna.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With another full two weeks of recuperation ahead, and considering Brother Raymond’s workload, he should not occupy his post without performing duties; he humbly requests that the honorable title of Chief Night Duty Physician be temporarily transferred to a capable hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For any medical work, just call him—administrative paperwork, leave that aside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With hopeful eyes fixed on him, Kraft responded with empathy, then turned to Yin Feng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl… perhaps she should not be called that at all; even the most indulgent northerners rarely regard someone who can reach the stirrup as a child.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though young, her upright posture and steady grip on the hammer’s handle made her seem half a head taller than her peers—like a squire, youthful, bold, and fearless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a moment’s thought, she shook her head, making no request.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps this experience itself was her reward—like a knight’s first ride atop a warhorse, loving the danger and novelty more than anything else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some even grow addicted to it, until a cruel enough lesson arrives to mark their career with a comma or a period.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or perhaps she believes such opportunities are not rare; Kraft had made similar promises more than once, and she had accepted some and declined others—her current situation satisfied her, and future chances would only multiply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then again, she was happy to hold onto this opportunity, keeping it in reserve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then came the last one. Knight Beni hesitated repeatedly, his expression torn. While Kup swiftly secured his terms, Beni had still been pondering the boundaries of Kraft’s promise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His family’s fortress was long-neglected, lacking a watermill by the river, and this year’s poor harvest demanded grain aid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Trapped in that godforsaken place, his domain’s poverty stretched as long as his family tree—he suddenly realized he was the one who needed this promise most.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Money might be a good choice, solving problems for several years, but in the long term, it was neither the optimal nor the most urgent solution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were too many concerns: the heir’s health, the domain’s future security—he could not ask Kraft to solve everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he looked up at the monks, priests, and abbot in the room, a sudden insight struck him—a solution that might resolve most of his problems.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you for your generosity,” Beni said sincerely, yet did not yet speak his request, “but I need time to deliberate. I may visit you in a few days.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No need to rush,” Kraft replied, surprised by his swift decision but unafraid of any unreasonable demand—this knight was the second most trustworthy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A devout, tradition-bound, old-school knight, a living model of contemporary virtue—he would surely not make things difficult.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would simply involve assisting in resolving some local issues; further understanding the “Snake” required engaging with local families anyway—a natural course of action.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraft locked the clinic’s doors and windows, had Kup bring a carriage to transport the group back to the monastery, and upon disembarking, slipped straight indoors, following the windowless dark corridor into the laboratory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt a tingling in his fingers. Glass petri dishes stood neatly arranged on shelves, waiting to be uncovered again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He set up a large cauldron, simmered a thick gelatinous broth, added the solidified contents of each petri dish one by one, then introduced blue mold spores collected from various locations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the repetitive labor, his restlessness gradually subsided. He could not say whether it was for the patients or simply the need to do something orderly, purposeful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As long as he did this, he remained within an environment built of logic and order, fueled by familiarity and monotony, igniting a warm, rational flame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those chaotic, formless ideal entities were barred outside, pounding against the membrane of his consciousness like rain against glass, reminding him this was the true majority of the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let them wait outside for now—I can think of them later, he thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the calming of his restlessness and the ache in his arm did not suppress the itching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the contrary, the itching—once thought to be psychological—grew stronger, sinking into his bones, until it drowned his entire left arm.\u003C\u002Fp>",1127,"2026-06-20T02:15:56.940Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","447160db23c52c55c5d5b00dbd0949898fde14d0391c9f563155ef02e80ad2ed","notes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies-chapter-392","notes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies-chapter-390",406,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fnotes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies-cover.jpg"]