Chapter 3 Is there anything wrong with the elderly who like to play games all the time?
Chapter 3 There’s nothing wrong with old people liking some entertainment, right?
Craft's grandfather, the first generation nobleman of this family, was named Mark Wood, or you can call him Old Wood.
Of course, when Old Wood was as young as Kraft is now, he didn't have this surname. At that time, he was just a strong young man from the country, and his main job was to shoot people on the battlefield.
Due to his extraordinary talent, although Old Wood had little training, he still showed excellent business abilities. When others struggled to drive one, he drove four or five without even blinking.
With such outstanding performance, he went from wearing a pair of trousers to shooting people, gradually progressed to wearing leather armor and shooting people, and finally had the honor to become a person wearing full body armor and wielding a two-handed sword. Recalling
During these glorious years, Old Wood would pat his knees excitedly every time.
Similar to the development in most stories, Old Wood was appreciated by a big shot after half his life in the army, and received his current title of baronet and a small fiefdom in his hometown.
After becoming famous and having an old knee injury relapse, he chose to return to his hometown of Wood Town, took the place name as his family's surname, and began planning to build his own castle on the hill behind the town.
It seems that the first half of Old Wood's life exhausted all the luck of the family. During the thirty years when the castle was gradually built, first Old Wood's wife contracted the plague and died, and the priest's prayers failed to save her life; then Old Wood
His son Wood Jr. unfortunately died on the battlefield, and Kraft's mother died in childbirth.
Only Old Wood and his grandson Craft Wood were left in the direct line of the entire family. The newly built castle was shrouded in invisible clouds, and a curse-like cold atmosphere permeated every corner inside and outside the stone walls.
Maybe the so-called gods of the church felt that such a fate was too harsh for Old Wood, but Craft did not suffer the same misfortune.
On the contrary, he grew up healthily within the stone walls of the castle until he was ten years old, without any chance of being exposed to danger. Even the swords played in physical education class were unedged (this was already the greatest safety measure in Old Wood's concept).
Old Wood, who was already full of white hair, let out a long sigh of relief and began to learn from the pain. He planned to give his grandson some skills other than the two-handed sword and windmill, at least not to have anything to do except open a ladle in the future.
So scholar Anderson was personally invited by Old Wood from Wenden Port College and began to teach Kraft the reading and writing of the local language, as well as cursive writing, poetry and other content that Old Wood thought might be more "elegant".
Facts have proved that the old man's choice was right. Kraft has gone from a child who was full of memories of his grandfather's glorious years to a child who can sit quietly in the study - at least after his grandfather gave some traditional and effective persuasion.
The end is like this.
After finding a new development direction for Kraft, the elder Wood was finally able to devote himself to some of his hobbies and enjoy his old age.
Speaking of which, this hobby is quite special. It mainly started to rise after the war. It has developed from an extremely niche to now it can only be regarded as a small group hobby. It is mainly popular among young and educated aristocratic groups and some scholars.
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It used to be called occultism, but now it is also called anomalies; the church denounces it as heresy, but simple materialist scholars generally believe that it is an undiscovered operating principle of nature.
To put it simply, they are just random, uncommon, and unexplainable things that can barely be counted, including but not limited to things like fire and glow in the hands.
Logically speaking, the audience for this hobby is completely different from the semi-literate old ladle experts like Lao Wood.
But others are just chasing after rumors, and Old Wood encountered it when he was young. A group of mysterious men in black robes suddenly jumped out at night with fire and light in their hands, and painted faces. They could also rub fire and light on their swords.
, Lao Wood's team of people who opened the tubes suffered a lot of casualties before they opened the tubes for them all. He himself was also injured on the knee.
According to my description, I was kicked by the light when I kicked one over. The entire knee pad was completely twisted and shattered like an indescribable part that had been kicked by a boot. A small piece of metal was embedded in the knee.
As a pragmatist, Old Wood did not quite agree with the military priest's explanation of these things as pagan tricks. Although the corpses and belongings of these people were burned according to the priest's words, the curiosity and yearning in his heart could not be burned away.
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From collecting various amulets when he was young to now filling the castle with strange objects, Old Wood's interest in unknown powers has never diminished. After losing too many family members, he plunged headlong into his hobby of collecting these things.
It's hard to say whether it means escaping reality.
Speaking of Teacher Anderson, this one is an old paranormal enthusiast. Back then, he was a famous paranormal research enthusiast at Wendenggang College, but he suffered from the fact that the circle was too niche and there were not many people to talk to.
We hit it off with Old Wood, who came to Wenden Port to find a teacher for Kraft. In the words of the souls of another world, it can be described as Boya meeting Zhong Ziqi, meeting a close friend in the mountains and rivers, and establishing a relationship that transcended age and cultural differences.
, a friendship that transcends status.
With Anderson, Old Wood's collection expanded from objects to all kinds of banned old books. The inventory of the secret library in the castle has probably far exceeded the level of ordinary heretics, reaching the level of the church tribunal.
Just take a look.
But let alone Wood Town, even Wendeng Port is considered a rural area. The church's control over this entire area is limited to Wendeng Port Church and the square full of seagulls at the door. Being able to clean up the bird droppings is already considered the local responsibility.
People are diligent.
As long as there is no local pagan who believes in flying octopus faces, no one will care about the pagans feeding seagulls in the square. Mr. Firehand came here probably for this reason.
Considering that there is no church in the town, Old Wood can hold two stone-carved eyeballs with runes as handles when he takes a walk. Some people have to say that the design of this thing is really bold, and it is worthy of being used by Master Wood.
After learning that a legendary "spellcaster" had come to Wendeng Port, Kraft, who happened to want to go shopping at Wendeng Port, was caught giving a bunch of puzzling instructions, and he rode in confusion.
The fastest horse in town set off.
This is not the first time something like this has happened since he was a child. Kraft walked along the road with the mentality that his grandfather would be happy. After learning about the news that Mr. Firehand performed a car roll, he was even more unexpectedly ecstatic. Now
Save trouble.
But as the saying goes, you've come here, so it doesn't make sense if you don't bring something to your grandfather. After stopping by to visit Mr. Anderson's former colleague, I learned that there was a village here where "pagan stuff" was dug up, and I was just trying to find it.
The two people who had to deal with the matter rushed over despite the heavy snow - if they arrived late, the villagers might hand over the things to the church for "purification".
Unfortunately, when they arrived at the place, they discovered that things were not what they thought. The thing was now in the vacant wheat field outside the village. The dug part was as tall as a person and was roughly a patterned black stone prism.
The strange thing is strange enough, but obviously it can't be done in the hand, and it can't be done by two people and two horses. The helpless Kraft planned to let his cousin go back with the letter first. It would be best if he could get it from Wendeng Port on the way back.