Although Kraft repeatedly stated that he was completely fine, just in case, Lane still insisted on spending the night lying on the table in his room. When the next day he was hit by the dazzling sunlight and the harsh wooden shaft turning,
When he woke up, he saw Kraft, who had gotten up early, opening the window.
Kraft didn't sleep well last night. He tossed and turned in the dark for most of the night. He wanted to do something but was afraid of disturbing Ryan's rest. But he didn't feel tired when he got up in the morning, and he avoided the discomfort of getting up early.
He glanced at the snow in front of the window. The snow outside showed no obvious signs of melting, and a few scattered footprints were scattered on it, adding a touch of humanity to the environment. He turned around and stretched out his arms in front of Leon.
He was lying lazily, and his bones that had not moved all day made a clicking sound comfortably: "It couldn't be better. It feels really good to survive the disaster."
"Ah, that's true." Ryan said, "Don't forget about that pit."
After finishing a breakfast of bread and dried meat, I packed up my few luggage, put on my cloak and got on the horse, for a journey that I could just walk away.
Of course, before leaving, Kraft followed Lane to the doctor's home yesterday, and with some reluctance took out a black silver coin from his wallet and handed it to the doctor as yesterday's consultation fee. By the way, he explained that he had paid attention to that doctor.
If the pillar loses interest, you can fill it back with soil and continue farming on it next year.
About 30% of this reluctance was due to the lack of pocket money, and 70% was due to disapproval of the doctor's work.
However, this unhappiness quickly disappeared after the official departure. The period of clearing after the snow is still quite pleasant in winter. There are no snowflakes in the sky to block the sight, which requires full concentration on the path to prevent getting sidetracked.
There was no dust as usual on dry dirt roads, so I had to cover my whole body with a cloak.
The joy of riding a horse in the snow excited the otherworldly part of Kraft's soul. Now he is in a superposition state where he is familiar with riding skills and feels novel about riding horses in the snow. He can enjoy the joy of new experiences without feeling uncomfortable.
As for being thrown off while distracted on horseback.
After coming out of the small basin where the village is located, the two of them walked along the path in the valley at a leisurely pace.
The long-lost bright light dispelled the gloom in the spruce forests on both sides. The branches and leaves were covered with thick layers of snow, and the dappled sunlight cast by them shone like sequins.
The fierce and dark side of the forest is covered up by layers of white and overlapping light curtains, showing a clean and charming face.
For locals, all this is a rare winter scenery, and in Kraft's eyes, it has a movie-like quality, which is no less shocking than watching The Chronicles of Narnia for the first time. At this moment, he seemed to be transformed into a game.
characters, riding horses to the battlefield for a decisive battle with giants and mythical creatures.
He even hummed a song to accompany himself. Unfortunately, the two souls couldn't put together a voice that could sing. The beautiful and exciting melody only existed in his own mind. Even Ryan, who had no music appreciation ability, could not find it.
Tolerating this tune, he distanced himself from Kraft, maintaining a position where he could not hear the singing clearly and could look back at Kraft in time.
………
"So what should we buy after we return to the port?" After entertaining himself for a while, Kraft sped up to catch up with his cousin in front, "Where did you find the pair of stone eyeballs last time? The runes on them.
The carving is really interesting, and my grandfather likes it very much."
"..." Ryan wanted to say that he was just trying to gain some advantage. He picked an object from a stonemason he knew that he could practice on, and then let him carve something into it as he pleased.
I don’t know if the mason is really that talented, but Old Wood likes those eyes very much, and Teacher Anderson also thinks that Ryan has a good eye.
Now there must be a problem between both parties. Either the stonemason who drank with him but couldn't hold three large glasses of wine is some kind of strange person hiding in Wendeng Port; or it could explain some abnormal phenomenon research conducted by Old Wood and Anderson, that is, occultism.
any meaning.
Faced with Lane's silence, Kraft didn't mind at all. He felt that his energy was unusually abundant, so abundant that he was willing to pay attention to every sound he heard and every branch he saw.
Even if Ryan didn't hear him 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 fields across the sea. They also said it was used by those ice people who served pagan gods."
In fact, from Kraft's current point of view, the ax that cost him five kingdoms of silver coins is probably only the rough shape that is more in line with the characteristics of the ice tribe, and it is stained with some black traces of unknown ingredients.
The captain who sold him this thing explained that it left indelible traces in the blood sacrifice, but now the otherworldly part of his soul expressed no trust in it at all, and just used it to stir up the topic. He is now very
If you want to ingest some information, no matter what, it is similar to wanting to open your phone from time to time to see if there is any new content.
"Well, as long as they like it." Ryan came up with a more euphemistic way of saying it, "I don't think we need to have such high requirements for this, and Teacher Anderson doesn't have any special expectations for it."
If Kraft really wanted to surprise his grandfather, he could let Kraft rest in the hotel for a few days and find the stonemason himself. This time he planned to find strange-shaped stone statue limbs and let the stonemason
Feel free to play with it. By analogy, we will try to put together a series for the collection room in the castle before next winter.
Kraft did not stop there. After the topic was ended, he quickly opened another topic and asked about Wendenggang College. From how many scholars there are to what they are studying and researching, each
Contents that he was not so interested in before are constantly coming out of the curious baby's mouth.
But Lane was also a rough man. His goal when he grew up was to be a knight. He started to learn to read at a much older age than Craft. Although they were from the same school, Craft and Anderson were learning how to write words into a ball of flowers.
, he is also studying how to understand simple accounts.
Although he came to Wendeng Port far more often than Kraft, and he was also responsible for helping Anderson deliver letters to his colleagues in the college, but these contents really poked a blind spot in his knowledge. At most, he knew what was going on in Wendeng Port College.
Most of them are scholars in the humanities, law and theology, as well as the medical branch, where there have always been rumors of stealing corpses for evil experiments.
Among them, the ones that Ryan is most familiar with are undoubtedly the horrific rumors about medical school that circulate in taverns. Organs soaked in pungent liquid, horrific books with drawings of skinned corpses, and people who were disemboweled and disemboweled in the middle of the night.
A madman who talks to the dead about terrible knowledge. Ryan himself found these things creepy when he talked about them, and they were meant to scare Kraft away.
Unexpectedly, the boy became more and more excited as he listened, and even began to ask for details. He asked what the liquid in which the organs were soaked smelled like, what specific organs were inside, and whether the medical school allowed outsiders to visit?
In order to block Kraft's mouth, and to maintain his image as a well-informed cousin, after Ryan was told all about the academy, he changed the subject and talked about several people he met at Wendeng Port.
A captain.
These people, who spend more time on the water than on land throughout the year, are the most eye-catching focus in the tavern. Their stories range from the southernmost tip of the kingdom to the northern Wendeng Port to the colder vast ice fields.
Bao. The authenticity is highly doubtful, but it has an open layout that people imprisoned in the land cannot imagine. Together with the tusks, bones and other objects they have as evidence, it has a fatal attraction for young people.
What Lane wanted to tell was a secret story he heard from a captain he knew. He was fully confident that he could use this story to stop Craft's mouth.