Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

This time Kraft woke up to a faint natural light, squeezed through a narrow gap.

The world already has glass, but it happens to be stuck at a technological level where time travelers cannot easily make money from it and there is no mass production. Glassware is still considered a rare item for the time being, let alone glass windows, which are more technically difficult.

So at present, the windows of most houses are mainly made of wood. If you want to have the experience of seeing a house full of sunshine when you wake up in the morning, you can only leave the windows open in the summer, and this is obviously not possible now.

The original owner of the house where Kraft is currently living is probably the village chief.

The reason why I add "almost" is because this identity has not been officially recognized, and there is no local lord or other ruler to give an explanation. As long as other villagers think that this person can do things well, then he will take responsibility. It has the function of receiving outsiders and coordinating neighborhood relations.

After seeing what Kraft and his cousin were wearing, the village chief naturally took his family to squeeze in next door. While giving up his house, he received a considerable reward - two privately minted blackened silver coins.

Of course, when Kraft went back to settle the account with his grandfather, he would pay two full silver coins, the kind officially issued by the kingdom.

Even though it is already the village chief's home, it is still not realistic to expect good conditions. The walls are made of a mixture of stone and clay, fixed with a frame made of local spruce wood, and matched with wooden windows that are not closely matched. The thermal insulation effect is in a metaphysical state that seems to be there, and will make you accustomed to taking off your clothes at night. A profound lesson for sleeping people.

The interior partitions are made of single-layer wooden boards, which greatly simplifies the process of waking up your companions.

Kraft rolled out of bed and patted the wooden board that separated the two rooms: "Ryan, are you awake? You have to leave for Wenden Port today."

"If you want me to be buried in snow halfway, then I can set off now." The window of the room was opened from the outside, and a golden retriever head covered with a lot of snowflakes poked in from the outside, "Besides, urging people Departure should be in the morning, not at noon.”

"It's already noon? The snow is so heavy, what are you doing outside?"

"I went to take a look at the black pillar. I think we can give up the idea of ​​taking it back." Ryan shook the snow off his body. Although he had been active outside all morning, he seemed to be fine.

When no one thought Kraft could grow up safely, Lane was treated as half the family heir. Training in all seasons made him adapt to the cold environment.

"Why, I think grandpa will be happy to put it in the courtyard. Grandpa and the teacher can walk around it for a month. If it doesn't work, we can wait a few more days." Kraft wanted to persist.

"I suggest you go and see for yourself. Maybe you can knock it off with a sword?" Ryan smiled and patted the scabbard on his waist.

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Kraft arrives at the excavation site with his sword.

Of course, he didn't really intend to use his sword to make gestures with the big stone pillars, but it was just a habit to keep the sword close to his body.

Whether it is due to the professionalism of a descendant of the Kailao family or the importance of the most precious possessions on the body, the weapon should at least be within sight.

The big pit around the black stone pillar has expanded in a circle. Even those who have never been to the ground in their lives know that it is definitely not easy to deal with this kind of frozen soil on a snowy day.

Several men shivering with cold gathered around the pit. The expressions on their faces could not be seen clearly amid the dense snowflakes. Seeing Kraft and Lane approaching, they quickly dispersed and gave up their positions.

The prismatic black stone was still firmly inserted in the center of the pit, pointing directly upward, with an exposed height of at least two meters.

At first, it only showed a black edge, which was discovered by a child in the village after a fall in the field. He spent the whole afternoon digging out of anger, and in the evening when the adults came to look for someone, they saw a large piece of object that looked quite regular and patterned.

The villagers, thinking it might be something valuable, dug deeper and discovered it was a pillar.

As for now, looking at the bottom of the pit, under the scattered clods of soil, there is a rough black horizontal surface made of the same material as the pillars.

The connection between the pillar and this plane has been cleaned up, without any traces of splicing. It looks like a complete whole, without destroying the continuity of the pattern.

The carver on the upper part was probably an extremely rigorous obsessive-compulsive disorder patient. From the flat top of the pillar all the way down, the incised patterns gradually deepened at a consistent rate, and connected with each other on the six sides to form a character-like appearance.

When it comes to the part near the bottom, the lines spread out in a casual but not messy way, highlighting the dynamic sense of fluidity. It hits the plane with a pouring posture, spreads out on the plane, and meanders away into the distance. At first glance, it even looks like a living snake swimming around.

Kraft took a step back from the edge of the pit. The loose soil fell off the edge and rolled down rustlingly.

He watched in silence as they slid down the pit walls like small mudslides, and finally landed on the snake-shaped pattern at the bottom of the pit, covering a small area.

"Is it possible that this is just a relatively large base? Try digging further to the side?" he said.

The voice sounded a bit unreal in the cold wind filled with snowflakes, and even I was not sure what I said.

"Even if there is only this part, it cannot be solved by the cargo carriages at the port." Ryan moved his eyes from the pillar, "Maybe you really want to try to cut off this pillar? Even if you can Yeah, that’s really a pity.”

Indeed, even in my grandfather's rich collection, it would be difficult to pick out one such... indescribable thing.

Craft knew he couldn't split it open, but just thinking about it felt like an unacceptable move.

The shivering villagers next to him have not left yet. Kraft was stunned for a moment, took out his money bag, and gave each of them a black silver coin - this was the previously agreed reward upon completion.

Ryan watched the villagers thank Kraft and then trot in the direction of the village, their backs quickly becoming blurry in the wind and snow. The low, clustered silhouette in the distance was the village less than two hundred paces away, which was still clearly visible when they first arrived.

"The snow seems to be getting heavier again. Do you want to go back?" Ryan looked at Kraft who was still in a daze and felt that this treasure hunting trip was probably over.

Maybe they could go back to Wen and go back to Hong Kong, where they could find some pleasing gadgets at a street stall. According to Ryan's opinion, the stone-carved rune eyeballs he brought back last time were pretty good.