Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

"I don't understand why you brought apples."

The priest put his hand into the grain bag, fumbled for a while, and took out a slightly green apple, less than half the size of his fist.

This kind of fruit, which may enter thousands of households in the future, has not yet been fully domesticated by humans. The climate near Solace Harbor is not suitable for cultivation, and the growth is not satisfactory.

The outer skin between red and green has shrunk slightly, and the moisture was taken away by the wind and sun during untimely transportation. The buyer picked out a few of them that were in good condition and put them into the bags provided by the vendors. There were also scratches inside. bran.

Adrian wiped the dust from the peel on his white robe, took a bite, and chewed the fluffy pulp. The lack of juice was not enough to make up for the saliva secreted.

"In general, it's not as good as my family's, and it's not suitable for drinking." The priest finished chewing the apple and felt dissatisfied. After walking half of the port area under the sun, my thirst was still not relieved, so I was ready to try something a little fuller.

Kraft tightened the mouth of the bag and slapped his hand away. It was not easy to find a place to buy fruit. After all, most fruits are not very durable for transportation. The apples you usually see are mainly in the form of cider.

"You should bring some fruit when you visit a patient, right?"

"What's the point? You're here to see a doctor, right?" Fat Hand threw away the core and rubbed two more handfuls on his body. The sugar content was not enough and it didn't feel sticky. "And I've never heard of bringing fruit when visiting patients. , wouldn’t you like to bring some wine?”

"Let's talk about the person we are looking for today." Kraft gently rubbed his forehead to relieve the blood pressure that had been raised out of thin air. The headache seemed to have returned.

But one thing the priest was right about was that there was no need to bring fruit to the door. But I always find it inconvenient to show up empty-handed to express goodwill. Apples happen to have special meaning to souls from other worlds, so buying them on the road can be considered a good start to the day.

"What are you talking about? Didn't I already tell you that I used to work with someone who made trouble, but he fell down and ended up like that? It's all up to my daughter to take care of him."

"No details?" Kraft wanted to hear more relevant information before entering the door, plan what he should ask in advance, and compare it with what the other party's family members said. After all, it is not suitable for two people to communicate privately in person.

"The last time I went there, he couldn't say anything. He was lying on the bed and his excrement had to be cleaned up by his daughter." Few people can maintain a calm mind when talking about these things, and Father Adrian is no exception.

He was still a qualified priest when he wasn't talking about drinking, with a heart of compassion for the world, and the situation of this family was the most unfortunate he knew.

"I could feel him still conscious, trapped in a body with no arms and legs. He could chew food, coughing, breathing hard like Witcham was blowing his old bellows, speaking incomprehensible words between gasps. ——Something like that. I privately advised his daughter not to take him to church."

"You know, I'm the more liberal type." Adrian explained, "But that's not necessarily the case for some of the more stubborn 'old-school' people in the church. Their views are scary."

Kraft nodded in agreement. The most devout believers should carefully consider whether to hand it over to religious forces when such a situation arises. Of course, most of the time they do not have the ability to make their own decisions.

Along the alleyway paved with sand and gravel, the priest said as he led Kraft inside. Away from the street, this place is roughly the same as Wendeng Port.

"His daughter, I don't know what to say...I have to support two people. What should I do? What should I do?"

He really didn't know what to say. At least the moral education established by the church for many years made him have to avoid direct speech and reorganize the language. "She is still so young. Should she follow the example of those in the port?"

There is some indignation in the words, but the direction is unclear.

Kraft didn't know what to say. He held the apple and listened silently to the priest's complaints. He found that the two of them still had some things in common, and they were more or less exposed to unpleasant things.

On a path with few pedestrians, footsteps could be heard from behind. He patted the priest on the shoulder and signaled that someone was approaching and not to continue talking. Even if this was not his intention, he should avoid having a bad impact on people's reputation.

Before the priest could shut up, a female voice sounded from behind, "Are you talking about Yvonne?"

"What Yvonne? I'm talking about those in the port tavern..." Adrian reacted very quickly. When he realized the problem, he immediately wanted to reveal the matter and divert the attention of others, "Uh, good afternoon, Yvonne."

A girl with chestnut hair stood at the upper corner, looking at them with one hand on her hip. At this point, most of the priest's words were spoken and listened to.

Kraft was so embarrassed that he wanted to imitate lying on the sand, hiding behind the priest's fat body to reduce his presence, wishing he could stuff himself into an apple bag.

Before he was suspended, Adrian was a long-time priest, and being thick-skinned was part of his job. He actually managed to talk about the situation behind his back, pretending that nothing had happened, and used Kraft to attract fire.

"I found a new doctor for your father. He is as accurate as the clairvoyant in the holy scriptures. He diagnosed liver disease for me." He took a step away, revealing Kraft, who was staring at the apple bag indifferently. The latter was embarrassed. He made a professional smile without finding the corresponding etiquette.

Meeting on a narrow road was unavoidable, so he stepped forward and handed the bag to the girl, who was just as tall as his chest. It was like being picked out by a parent when visiting a strange relative, and he wanted to go through the process to ease the atmosphere.

"Hello, I am Kraft Wood, a lecturer at Wendeng Port Medical College. I was invited by Father Adrian to come here for treatment. I hope it can be helpful to your father's condition." I also hope to ask something about that alchemy. Teacher news.

It's okay to try for diagnosis and treatment, but looking for clues is the main reason. The purpose is not pure, the aura is a bit weaker, and there is no confidence in treating suspected stroke cases, and the more he talks, the more he becomes weak.

Yvonne looked at the doctor brought by the priest suspiciously. The prefix of his name was quite long, and he added his surname when signing up, which seemed unusual. The priest's opinion was proved. The girl hesitated slightly and did not reach out to take the handed bag.

The scene froze, and Kraft looked at Adrian for help. Although this man was the culprit of the current scene, at least he was familiar with him, right?

The priest finally played a positive role, took the bag, took Kraft's place, and explained to Yvonne: "Mr. Kraft has a unique way of looking for the cause of disease, which is different from the previous doctors. What's in the bag It’s an apple for you, you’re welcome.”

"Thank you, Father." Probably because Adrian had a good relationship with her, and at least they became familiar with each other when helping Witcham find information. After he spoke, Yvonne's tight little face relaxed a little, and she politely thanked her, but still didn't take the apple.

"But if you are looking for my father, I'm afraid you'll be a few days late."

The new doctor did not show any hope or other expressions on the girl's face, only a calm to dull expression, the kind that Kraft sometimes saw in adults, the kind of repeated dots of hope and greater disappointment in the long course of the illness. Knock out the remaining emotions like sparks, leaving a lifeless piece of hard iron behind.

But there is no other adult in this family to take care of everything, so it naturally falls on a child.

She didn't seem very sad, but even a little relieved, and told the result in a straightforward manner, "He passed away three days ago and didn't tell me the things you asked about."