Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

Although Kraft repeatedly said that he was completely fine, just in case, Lane still insisted on spending the night lying on the table in his room. When he woke up the next day to the dazzling sunlight and the harsh sound of the wooden shaft turning, he saw Kraft, who had gotten up early, opening the window.

Kraft didn't sleep well last night. He tossed and turned in the dark for most of the night. He wanted to do something but was afraid of disturbing Ryan's rest. But I didn’t feel tired when I woke up in the morning, and I avoided the discomfort of getting up early.

He glanced at the snow in front of the window. The snow outside has no obvious signs of melting, and a few scattered footprints are scattered on it, adding a bit of human flavor to the environment. He turned around and stretched out in front of Ryan. His bones that had not moved for a day made a comfortable clicking sound: "It couldn't be better. It feels good to survive the disaster."

"Ah, that's true." Ryan yawned, "Don't forget about that pit."

After finishing a breakfast of bread and dried meat, I packed up my few luggage, put on my cloak and got on the horse, for a journey that I could just walk away from.

Of course, before leaving, Kraft followed Lane to the doctor's home yesterday, and reluctantly took out a black silver coin from his wallet and handed it to the doctor as yesterday's consultation fee. By the way, I have lost interest in that pillar. You can fill it back with soil and plant on it as usual next year.

About 30% of this reluctance was due to the lack of pocket money, and 70% was due to disapproval of the doctor's work.

However, this unhappiness quickly disappeared after the official departure. The period of clearing after the snow is still quite pleasant in winter. There are no snowflakes all over the sky to block the view, which makes you have to concentrate on not getting sidetracked on the path. There is also no dust flying on the dry dirt road, so you can only Cover your whole body with a cloak.

The joy of riding a horse in the snow excited the otherworldly part of Kraft's soul. Now he was in a superposition state where he was familiar with riding skills and felt novel about riding horses in the snow. You can enjoy the joy of new experiences without being distracted and thrown off the horse.

After coming out of the small basin where the village is located, the two of them walked along the path in the valley at a leisurely pace.

The long-lost bright light dispelled the gloom in the spruce forests on both sides. The branches and leaves were covered with thick layers of snow, and the dappled sunlight cast by them shone like sequins.

The fierce and dark side of the forest is concealed by layers of white and overlapping light curtains, showing a clean and charming face.

All this is a rare winter scenery for locals, and in Kraft's eyes it has a movie-like quality, which is no less shocking than watching The Chronicles of Narnia for the first time. At this moment, he seemed to be transformed into a character in a game, riding on horseback to the battlefield for a decisive battle with giants and mythical creatures.

He even hummed a song to accompany himself. It's a pity that the two souls can't put together a voice that can sing. The beautiful and exciting melody only exists in his own mind. Even Ryan, who has no music appreciation, can hardly stand such a tune. He distanced himself from Kraft, maintaining a position where he could not hear the singing clearly and could look back at Kraft in time.

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"So what should we buy after we return to Wenwen?" After entertaining himself for a while, Kraft accelerated to catch up with his cousin in front, "Where did you find the pair of stone eyeballs last time? The runes on them The carving is really interesting, and my grandfather likes it very much."

"..." Ryan wanted to say that he was just trying to gain some advantage. He picked an object from a stonemason he knew that he could practice on, and then let him carve something into it as he pleased.

I don’t know if the mason is really that talented. Anyway, Old Wood likes those eyes very much, and Teacher Anderson also thinks that Ryan has a good eye.

Now there must be something wrong with one of the two parties. Either the stonemason who drank with him but couldn't hold three large glasses of wine is some kind of strange person hiding in Wendeng Port; or it could explain some abnormal phenomenon research conducted by Old Wood and Anderson, that is, occultism. any sense.

Craft didn't mind Lane's silence. He felt that his energy was extremely abundant, so abundant that he was willing to pay attention to every sound he heard and every branch he saw.

Even if Ryan didn't hear him or didn't want to answer him, he could talk about something else.

"Then what do you think of the ax I brought back last time? They said it was brought back from the ice field across the sea. They also said it was used by those ice people who served pagan gods."

In fact, from Kraft's current point of view, the ax that cost him five kingdoms of silver coins is probably only the rough shape that is more in line with the characteristics of the ice tribe, and it is stained with some black traces of unknown ingredients.

The captain who sold him this thing explained that it left indelible traces in the blood sacrifice, but now the otherworldly part of the soul has no confidence in it at all and is just provoking the topic. He now wants to take in some information, no matter what, just like he wants to turn on his phone from time to time to see if there is any new content.

"Well, as long as they like it." Ryan came up with a more euphemistic way of saying it, "I don't think we need to have such high requirements for it, and Teacher Anderson doesn't have any special expectations for it."

If Kraft really wanted to surprise his grandfather, he could let Kraft rest in the hotel for a few days and find the stonemason himself. This time he planned to find a strange-shaped stone statue limb, and then let the stonemason have free rein. By analogy, we will strive to put together a series for the collection room in the castle before next winter.

Kraft did not give up. After this topic was ended, he quickly opened another topic and asked about Wendeng Port Academy. From how many scholars there are to what they are studying and researching, all kinds of content that he was not so interested in before are constantly coming out of the curious baby's mouth.

But Lane was also a rough man. His goal when he grew up was to be a knight, and he started to learn to read at a much older age than Craft. Although they were from the same school, while Kraft was learning from Anderson how to write words into a ball of flowers, he was also studying how to read simple accounts.

Although he came to Wendeng Port far more often than Kraft, and he was also responsible for helping Anderson deliver letters to his colleagues in the academy, these contents really poked holes in his knowledge. At most, he knew that the majority of Wendengang College was composed of humanities, law and theology scholars, and that there were also rumors of the medical branch stealing corpses for use in evil experiments.

Among them, the ones that Ryan was most familiar with were undoubtedly the horrific rumors about the medical school that were circulating in the tavern. Organs soaked in pungent liquid, horrific books with drawings of skinned corpses, and madmen chatting with terrible knowledge around the disemboweled dead in the middle of the night. Ryan himself found these things creepy when he talked about them, and he also meant to scare Kraft away.

Unexpectedly, the boy became more and more excited as he listened, and even started asking for details. I asked what the liquid in which the organs were soaked smelled like, and what specific organs were inside. Would the medical school allow outsiders to visit?

In order to block Kraft's mouth, and to maintain his image as a well-informed cousin, after Ryan was told all about the academy, he changed the subject and talked about several people he met at Wendeng Port. A captain.

These people, who spend more time on the water than on land throughout the year, are the most eye-catching focus in the tavern. Their stories range from the southernmost tip of the kingdom to the northern Wendeng Port to the colder vast ice fields. Bag. The authenticity is highly doubtful, but it has a broad layout that people imprisoned in the land cannot imagine. Combined with the tusks, bones and other objects they have as evidence, it has a fatal attraction for young people.

What Lane wanted to tell was a bottom-of-the-box story he heard from a captain he knew. He was fully confident that he could use this story to stop Craft's mouth.