A shower washed away the weak smell of blood on the deck, and the warm land breeze carrying the fragrance of vegetation propped up the sails, carrying some subtle information such as the smell of roasted wheat noodles and the noisy hawking of the market, and delivered it to the portholes.
Unlike the seaside, the ports along the river do not have the salty smell that is imprinted on the sense of smell. At the same time, the river, as a source of water, attracts the center of gravity of the city to move closer to the waterside. Those with overlapping pointed arches are lined with small spires and walls.
A building with flying buttresses erected in between.
The protruding terrace is supported by high reliefs, with a green curtain formed by hanging climbing plants, decorated with seasonal blue flowers. The long shadow of the bell tower passes through the waves of new bright leaves reflecting golden and red light, pointing diagonally towards the port area below.
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Kraft leaned against the porthole window and watched for a while, then stepped away consciously, leaving the little afterglow of the setting sun to Martin who was cleaning up the remaining problems. He tried to pull out the short arrow, but after a few times of force, he found that the arrow barb was stuck.
He simply broke off the hollow wooden pole and stuffed the body that had been lying on the ground for a day into a bag.
"How are you going to deal with this."
"Someone will arrange it in a suitable place." Martin tightened the tie rope at the mouth of the bag, tied a slip knot, and tried dragging it on the ground for a few steps to make sure that the bulges on the bag would not allow people to see at a glance what was inside.
Something bad, "We need to hurry up and get to the accommodation arranged for you before the next 'accident'."
"Sounds pretty well prepared?"
"At least you won't get caught up in this little thing." He kicked the bag, as if he didn't notice the slight negative meaning in his words.
The truth may be simpler. After a few words of greeting, the bag was thrown to the port security officer without any voucher or password. The security officer called the guard and took the bag away without asking any questions.
The group of people transferred to the carriage and left first. Martin opened the window curtain, and Craft saw that the captain of the ship they were on was dealing with what seemed like a routine inquiry, and the impatient crew members were let go.
Enter the port.
There was a good time difference. The person who completed the inquiry looked this way with a board and recording paper between them. Martin closed the window curtain and nodded slightly.
Very good, this is normal performance, Kraft feels that the knight is quite satisfied with it.
"Welcome to Westminster. Rivers University is not far away. If we are fast enough, we can arrive before the dinner." Martin exhaled a long breath and leaned on the back of the carriage chair. The wooden wheels moved on the uneven stone slabs.
As the road passed by, everyone in the car swayed with the vibrations. The red-hot sky was cut off by the canopy of trees and roofs beside the road. Light and dark alternated, and the red light filtered by the curtain brushed the faces.
"Also, considering that it may cause some unnecessary misunderstandings, can you give those things to me for safekeeping first?"
"Is there anything on me that I shouldn't bring in?"
"Perhaps I forgot to mention that the pot of tea was found at a certain banquet." Martin stretched out his index finger and thumb, making a gesture of picking up small berries, "I promise you that I will keep them properly and keep them at home."
It will be handed over to you when necessary. If you also carry any similar... medicines with you, it is best to hand them over temporarily as well."
"Okay, where's my sword?" Craft handed over the small basket of belladonna.
"You can keep it, but it's best not to let your followers bring the hammer in. Believe me, a hammer is only as eye-catching as your report." He looked at the three of them up and down, his eyes on them.
He walked back and forth with his light luggage and frowned, "I want to take back what I just said."
"We might be late for the dinner."
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"Perhaps we can not stick to these details. After all, this is an academic dinner, isn't it?" Kraft further perfected his previous guess about Martin's identity. This guy definitely serves someone with a high status and inheritance.
family.
"Oh no, you have to see how this fits you, and it's not even tailor-made."
In an angle recognized by a certain contemporary mainstream aesthetic, Kraft was put on a slim-fitting dress with puffy sleeves.
The inside should be stuffed with some soft content like a cotton-padded jacket, and then threads are used to sew stripes on it, just like plowing ditches on the field ridges, so that the flat clothes reflect a certain three-dimensional shape. The separated small
There are also symmetrical line patterns on the block.
The waist is cinched and the sleeves are slender from the elbows and closed with buttons decorated with metallic patterns, making this men's suit formfitting.
From the perspective of an alien soul, this is a... structure similar to a down jacket, but much thinner, and paired with a belt with many accessories. Frankly speaking, the colors and patterns are a bit exaggerated.
As a knight's reserve attendant, Kupp took off his hammer and put on a similar but less flashy dress. On the other hand, Yin Feng wore the most normal skirt, which was a multi-pleat multi-colored long skirt that was divided from the waist and scattered.
Skirt decorated with open ribbons.
The little girl was a little bewildered and stood in front of the bronze mirror with her skirt held up, letting the maid put on a headdress that seemed so silly to Kraft.
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Since she seemed to like the outfit, Kraft shut up to silence the sharp, even vitriolic criticism that was flowing in the alien soul section about the aesthetics of this era's clothing.
"If possible, I brought a medical school gown, that's pretty good." For himself, he still wanted to struggle.
"But on our list is a certain first heir to the title who has medical attainments. In addition to the academic status, most of the invitees are from similar backgrounds, or both." Martin explained patiently, returning to the way he had when they first met.
That kind of maddening inexplicable attention to detail.
"It can be regarded as a social banquet. It lasts for half a month starting from the academic gathering. You have to consider representing your family."
"When I came here, I thought I was only representing my own views." Kraft surrendered. If everyone is a clown, then the only one who doesn't wear a clown suit is the real clown.
Guided by Martin, who also changed his clothes, they passed the buildings with complex vaults, wall stacks and reliefs, as well as the maze-like miniature gardens at their feet. At the end of the corridor with rows of oak trees and guards on both sides, cheerful Lu
Music from the harp and recorder came from the front.
In front of an exquisite arch with a concave design, they were stopped by a full-body armored guard wearing a blue-dyed feathered helmet. Martin asked Kraft for an invitation letter and handed it to the waiter on his behalf.
The long sound of heavy metal percussion and vibration sounded high above the head, blending into the ensemble of musical instruments that changed from brisk to soothing under the clear night light.
"We are indeed late."
The atmosphere in the hall was lively, as expected when they arrived. Most of the guests in flashy clothes were not at the long table filled with food. Instead, they were talking to each other. No one noticed the group of people who sneaked in quietly.
At least that's what Kraft thought. His hungry eyes passed over the unfamiliar faces and locked on the stacked bread plates, as well as the golden-brown roast chicken, round cream soup, truffle ham, and fragrant stew that had not been touched much.
Beef, and some sliced white mushrooms with dipping sauce that he had never seen before.
Completely unaware that the waiter behind him was carrying the invitation, he had completed the process of proofreading names, taking titles, and adjusting the volume according to his identity. He cleared his throat and announced in a voice that could be heard by everyone in the room:
"Professor Craft Wood!"
The hand that had been placed on the bread plate froze.