Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

Craft's grandfather, the first generation nobleman of this family, was named Mark Wood, or you could call him Old Wood.

Of course, when Wood Sr. was as young as Kraft is now, he didn't have that last name. At that time, he was just a strong young man from the countryside, and his main job was to give people shots on the battlefield.

Due to his extraordinary talent, although Old Wood had little training, he still showed excellent business abilities. While others struggled to drive one, he drove four or five without blinking an eye.

With such outstanding performance, he went from wearing a pair of trousers to shooting people, gradually progressed to wearing leather armor and shooting people, and finally had the honor to become a person who wears full body armor and uses two-handed swords to shoot people. Recalling this glorious period, Old Wood would pat his knees excitedly every time.

Similar to the development in most stories, Old Wood was appreciated by a big shot after half his life in the army, and received his current title of baronet and a small fiefdom in his hometown.

With his success and fame coupled with the recurrence of an old knee injury, he chose to return to his hometown of Wood Town, took the place name as his family's surname, and began planning to build his own castle on the hill behind the town.

It seems that the first half of Old Wood's life exhausted all the family's luck. During the thirty years when the castle was gradually built, first Old Wood's wife contracted the plague and died, and the priest's prayers failed to save her life; then Old Wood His son Wood Jr. unfortunately died on the battlefield, and Craft's mother died in childbirth.

Only Old Wood himself and his grandson Craft Wood are left in the direct line of the entire family. The newly built castle is shrouded in invisible clouds, and a curse-like cold atmosphere permeates every corner inside and outside the stone walls.

Perhaps the so-called gods of the church felt that such a fate was too harsh for Old Wood, but Craft did not suffer the same misfortune.

On the contrary, he grew up healthily within the stone walls of the castle until he was ten years old, without any chance of being exposed to danger. Even the swords played in physical education class were unedged (this was already the greatest safety measure in Old Wood's concept).

Old Wood, who was already full of white hair, let out a long sigh of relief and began to learn from the pain. He planned to give his grandson some skills other than the two-handed sword and windmill, at least not to have nothing to do except open a ladle in the future.

So scholar Anderson was personally invited by Old Wood from Wenden Port College and began to teach Kraft the reading and writing of the local language, as well as cursive writing, poetry and other content that Old Wood thought might be more "elegant".

Facts have proved that the old man's choice was right. Kraft went from a child who was full of memories of his grandfather's glorious years to a child who can sit quietly in the study - at least after his grandfather gave some traditional and effective persuasion. The end is like this.

After finding a new development direction for Kraft, Old Wood was finally able to devote himself to some of his hobbies and enjoy his old age.

Speaking of which, this hobby is quite special. It mainly started to rise after the war. From being extremely niche to now, it can only be regarded as a small group hobby. It is mainly popular among young and educated aristocratic groups and some scholars. .

Formerly known as occultism, it is now also called anomalies; the church denounces it as heresy, while simple materialist scholars generally believe that it is an undiscovered operating principle of nature.

To put it simply, some random, uncommon, and unexplainable things can barely be counted, including but not limited to hands that are on fire or glowing.

Logically speaking, the audience for this hobby is completely different from the semi-illiterate old scooping experts like Lao Wood.

But others are just chasing rumors, but Old Wood encountered it himself when he was young. Suddenly in the middle of the night, a group of mysterious men in black robes with fire and light in their hands and painted faces jumped out. They could also rub fire and light on their swords. Old Wood's ladle-opening team had to pay a lot of casualties to inflict them all. After opening the gourd, he was also injured on his knee.

According to my description, I was struck by the light when I was kicking one over. The entire knee pad was completely twisted and shattered like an indescribable part that had been kicked by a boot. A small piece of metal was embedded in the knee.

As a pragmatist, Old Wood did not quite agree with the military priest's explanation of these things as pagan tricks. Although the bodies and belongings of these people were burned according to the priest's instructions, the curiosity and yearning in their hearts could not be burned away.

From collecting various amulets when he was young to now filling the castle with strange objects, Old Wood's interest in unknown powers has never diminished. After losing too many family members, I plunged into the hobby of collecting these things. It is hard to say whether there is any intention to escape reality.

Speaking of Mr. Anderson, this one is an old paramorphology enthusiast. Back then, he was a well-known enthusiast of studying abnormal phenomena at Wendengang College, but he suffered from the fact that the circle was too niche and there were not many people to talk to.

We hit it off with Old Wood, who came to Wenden Port to find a teacher for Kraft. In the terms of souls from another world, it can be described as Boya meeting Zhong Ziqi, mountains and rivers meeting a close friend, establishing a relationship that spans age and cultural differences. , friendship that transcends status.

With Anderson, Old Wood's collection expanded from objects to all kinds of banned old books. The inventory of the secret library in the castle has probably far exceeded the level of ordinary heretics, reaching the level of even the church tribunal. Just look at it.

But let alone Wood Town, even Wendeng Port is considered a rural area. The church's control over this entire area is limited to the Wendeng Port Church and the square full of seagulls at the door. Being able to clean up the bird droppings is considered the local responsibility. People are diligent.

As long as there is no local pagan who believes in flying octopus faces, no one will care about the pagans feeding seagulls in the square. That Mr. Firehand came here probably had this reason as well.

Considering that there is no church in the town, Old Wood can hold two stone-carved eyeballs with runes as handles when he takes a walk. Some people have to say that the design of this thing is really bold, and it is worthy of being used by Master Wood.

After learning that a legendary "spell caster" had come to Wendeng Port, Kraft, who happened to want to go shopping at Wendeng Port, was caught and ordered a bunch of puzzling things, and he rode in confusion. The fastest horse in town set off.

This was not the first time something like this had happened since he was a child. Kraft walked along the road with the mentality that his grandfather would be happy. After learning the news about Mr. Fireman's car flipping performance, he felt unexpectedly ecstatic. Now Save yourself the trouble.

But as the saying goes, even if you come, you can’t make excuses if you don’t bring something to your grandfather. After visiting Mr. Anderson's former colleagues, they learned that there was a village here that had dug up "pagan stuff." The two of them, who were just looking for something to deal with business, rushed over despite the heavy snow - they were late. Maybe the villagers would give the things to the church for "purification".

Unfortunately, when they arrived at the place, they discovered that things were not what they thought. That thing is now in the vacant wheat field outside the village. The dug part is as tall as a person and is roughly a patterned black stone prism.

It's weird enough, but obviously it can't be done in the palm of your hand, and it can't be done by two people and two horses. The helpless Kraft planned to let his cousin go back with the letter first. It would be best if he could call a carriage for him from Wendeng Port on the way back.