Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 8
Although Kraft had repeatedly stated that he was completely fine, Lane insisted on making do with the night lying on the table in his room just in case.When he was woken up the next day by the glare of the sun and the harsh sound of the wooden shaft turning, what he saw was Kraft, who got up early, was opening the window.

Kraft didn't sleep well last night, tossing and turning in the dark for most of the night, thinking of doing something but afraid of disturbing Ryan's rest.But I didn't feel tired when I got up in the morning, and I didn't feel the discomfort of getting up early.

He glanced at the snow in front of the window.The snow outside has not yet shown any 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 himself in front of Leon, his bones that had been inactive all day made a comfortable creaking sound: "It can't be better, it feels really good to survive the disaster."

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

After finishing the breakfast made of bread and jerky, I sorted out my little luggage, put on my cloak and straddled the horse, and started a journey that I could just leave.

Of course, before leaving, Kraft followed Ryan to find the home of the doctor 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, since I have lost interest in that pillar, everyone can fill in the soil and plant on it as usual next year.

About [-]% of this reluctance is due to the shortage of pocket money, and [-]% is due to disapproval of the doctor's work.

But this unhappiness disappeared quickly after the official departure.The time of clearing after snow is still quite pleasant in winter. There is no snowflakes covering the sky when it comes to cover the sight, which makes it necessary to concentrate on the path to prevent detours, and there is no dust on the dry dirt road at ordinary times. Cover the whole body with a cloak.

The joy of riding a horse in the snow excited the otherworldly part of Kraft's soul, and now he was in a superimposed state of being familiar with riding skills and feeling novel about riding a horse in the snow.Being able to enjoy the joy of new experiences without being distracted on horseback and being thrown off.

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

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

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

For the locals, all these are rare scenery in winter, and in Kraft's eyes, it has a movie-like texture, which is as shocking as watching The Chronicles of Narnia for the first time.At this moment, he seemed to be transformed into a character in a certain game, riding a horse to the battlefield of 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 make up a singing voice, the beautiful and passionate melody only exists in his own mind, and even Ryan, who has no musical appreciation ability, can hardly bear such a tune.He distanced himself from Kraft, maintaining a position where he would not hear the singing clearly and could look back at Kraft in time.

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

"..." Ryan really wanted to say that it was his own advantage, and he picked an object he had practiced from a stonemason he knew, and let him carve something on it freely.

I don't know if the stonemason is really that talented. Anyway, Old Wood likes the pair of eyeballs very much, and Mr. Anderson also thinks that Ryan has eyesight.

Now there must be a problem between the two sides, either the stonemason who drank with him and couldn't hold three cups is some kind of strange person hidden in Wendeng Port; any sense.

Facing Ryan's silence, Kraft didn't mind.He felt extraordinarily energetic, so full that he wanted to pay attention to every sound he heard and every branch he saw.

Even if Ryan didn't hear it, 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, and they also said that it was used by those who served pagan gods among the ice people."

In fact, from Kraft's current point of view, the ax that cost him five kingdom silver coins is probably only rough in shape, which is more in line with the characteristics of the Ice Plains tribe, and there are some black traces of unknown composition on it.

The captain who sold him this thing explained that it left an indelible mark in the blood sacrifice, but now the alien part of the soul expressed no trust in this at all, and just used it to stir up the topic.He wants to ingest some information now, no matter what, similar to wanting 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 conceived a more euphemistic way of saying, "I don't think we need to have such high requirements for this, and Mr. Anderson will not have any special expectations for this."

If Kraft really wanted to surprise his grandfather, he could let Kraft rest in the hotel for a few days and find the stonemason by himself.This time, he planned to find a strangely shaped stone statue limb, and let the stonemason play freely.By analogy, try to gather a series for the collection room in the castle before next winter.

Kraft did not stop there. After this topic was ended, he quickly opened another topic, asking about Wendenggang College.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 overflowing from the mouth of the curious baby.

But Ryan is also a rough man, and his goal when he grows up is to be a knight, and he started to read at a much older age than Kraft.Although trained in the same school, Kraft was still learning how to read simple accounts when he and Anderson were learning how to write letters like flowers.

Although he has come to Wendeng Port far more times than Kraft, and he is also responsible for the task of helping Anderson deliver letters to his colleagues in the academy, but the truth of these contents has pierced his knowledge blind spot.At most, he knew that Wendenggang College was dominated by scholars of humanities, law, and theology, as well as a branch of medicine that had always been rumored to steal corpses for evil experiments.

Among them, what Ryan is most familiar with is the horrible rumors about the medical school that spread in the tavern.Organs soaked in pungent liquids, horror books with drawings of skinned corpses, and madmen who talk terrible knowledge around the disembowelled dead in the middle of the night.Ryan himself felt creepy talking about these things, and it meant to scare Kraft away.

Unexpectedly, the kid became more and more excited the more he listened, and even began to ask about the details.When asked what the liquid soaking the organs smells like, and what organs are inside, does the medical school accept outsiders to visit?
In order to keep Kraft's mouth shut, and to maintain the image of his well-informed cousin, Ryan changed the subject after being scraped about the academy in his stomach, and talked about the few people he knew in Port Wendeng. captain.

Those people who spend more time on water than on land during the year are the most eye-catching focus in the tavern. Their stories range from the southernmost tip of the kingdom to the northern port of Wendeng, and then to the colder vast ice field. Bag.The authenticity is doubtful, but it has an open pattern that people imprisoned by the land cannot imagine. With the fangs, bones and other objects in their hands as evidence, it has a fatal appeal to young people.

What Lane wanted to tell was a bottom-of-the-box story he had heard from a captain he knew, and he had full confidence in using this story to gag Kraft.

(End of this chapter)