I hope everything is well with you. After more than ten days of not-so-pleasant trekking in the snow, I was finally able to find a decent set of desks and chairs to write to you.
Mr. Anderson, if you are reading this letter for me, please don’t be angry. Because there is indeed no paper and pen that can write the fancy letters you teach. Even the paper and pen can be found thanks to the heavy snow - a few
A traveling businessman who took a shortcut was also stuck in this unknown small village. It took them a while to dig out this pen that looked unreliable.
As for the paper, I brought it with me, but unfortunately it got wet. The other few sheets unfortunately turned into a ball of fly ash when I tried to dry them. Fortunately, I didn't have much to write.
Next is the business.
I was not able to see the "spell caster" with "genuine talent and practical knowledge" that my grandfather mentioned before. He was the one you asked me to invite to be the "enlightener" (if I remember correctly, that's what he was called)
coming).
He now has a nickname, like Wendeng Port Fireman or something, which was only given half a month before I arrived at Wendeng Port.
The general story is that I burned my left hand while demonstrating my spellcasting methods to the local academy. It should be quite serious - the description of the scholar I met is simply too hard to repeat. Of course, it is not important, and it is not important to write it down here.
suitable.
The important thing is that when a few scholars who were not frightened sent him to the doctor, some small props fell out of his burned sleeves. It was said that they were related to his so-called "casting spells" before.
If there were no accidents, like other less clever liars, the information his self-proclaimed disciple confessed was enough to send them both to the unique seawater prison of Wendeng Port.
But looking at it now, he probably won't have the chance to go to jail to find out whether the ghost legend is true.
The doctor said that Mr. Firehand could not survive the amputation surgery. As for how it developed into amputation surgery, I can only say that it is very regrettable.
To be honest, I know what you are going to say about "It's always right to try". Ever since I was a child, you have been used to telling me about the strange things that happened on the battlefield, such as having fire in your hand and light in your hand.
Mr. Anderson also likes your stories and helps you study those books.
Let me tell you, you must not have turned your sleeves carefully when you hacked them to death. To take a step back, even if there were really "spell casters", they would have been recruited away by those big shots. How could they come to Wendeng Port with such arrogance?
, and perform "magic casting" for those scholars?
The paper is limited. Although I also want to copy what Teacher Anderson assigned, it is not enough.
I will stay in this village for a few days, and Cousin Ryan will leave first. When he hands the letter to you, I will be home in a few days.