Kraft's grandfather, the first generation of the family's nobleman, was named Mark. Wood, or one might call him Old Wood.

Of course, when Old Wood was as young as Kraft is now, he didn't have that last name. At that time, he was just a sturdy young man from the countryside, and his main job was to open a scoop on the battlefield.

Due to his talent, although Wood Sr. had little training, he still showed excellent business ability. When others had a hard time opening one, he opened four or five without even blinking.

With such an outstanding performance, he went from wearing a pair of pants to opening a scoop for people, and gradually developed to wearing leather armor to open a scoop for people, and finally had the honor of becoming a person who wore full body armor and opened a scoop with a two-handed sword. Recalling these glorious days, Old Wood pats his knees with excitement every time.

As in most stories, Old Wood was appreciated by a great man after half his life, earning his current baron title and a small fiefdom in his homeland.

After his success and the recurrence of an old knee injury, he chose to return to his hometown of Woodtown, and took the name of the place as his family surname, and began to plan the construction of his castle on the hill behind the town.

It seems that the first half of Old Wood's life has exhausted all the luck of the family, and in the thirty years that the castle has been gradually built, first Old Wood's wife has died of the plague, and the priest's prayers have not saved her life; Then came the tragic death of Wood Sr.'s son, Wood Jr., on the battlefield, and Kraft's mother in childbirth.

The whole family is left with Wood Sr. himself and his grandson Kraft. Wood, the newly built castle was shrouded in invisible clouds, and a cursed gloomy atmosphere permeated every corner of the stone walls.

Perhaps the so-called gods of the church felt that such a fate was too harsh for Old Wood, and Kraft did not suffer the same misfortune.

On the contrary, he grew up healthy within the stone walls of the castle until he was ten years old, and he had no chance of danger, not even the sword he played with in gym class (which was already the maximum safety measure in Old Wood's concept).

Old Wood, who was already full of gray hair, began to learn from the pain while breathing a sigh of relief, and planned to give his grandson some skills other than two-handed swords and windmills, at least not in the future he had nothing to do except open a scoop.

So the scholar Anderson was personally invited by Old Wood from Wendengang College, and began to teach reading and writing in Kraft's native language, as well as things that Old Wood thought might be more "elegant", such as flowers and poetry.

The old man proved to be the right choice, and Kraft went from being a child who was full of reproductions of his grandfather's glory days to a child who could sit quietly in his study, at least after some traditional persuasion from his grandfather.

After finding a new direction for Kraft, Old Wood was finally able to devote himself to some of his hobbies and enjoy his old age with peace of mind.

Speaking of which, this hobby is quite special, mainly after the end of the war, and it has developed from an extremely niche hobby to now it can only be regarded as a small group hobby, mainly popular among young and literate aristocratic groups and some scholars.

Formerly known as the occult, now it is also called anomalism; The Church denounces it as heresy, while naïve materialist scholars generally believe that it is a principle of nature that has yet to be discovered.

To put it simply, there are some messy, uncommon, and inexplicable things that can barely be counted, including but not limited to fire in the hand, glow, etc.

It stands to reason that the audience of this hobby is completely incompatible with a semi-literate old scoop expert like Old Wood.

But everyone else is chasing after the wind, and the elder Wood met it himself when he was younger. In the middle of the night, a group of black-robed mysterious people with fire and light in their hands and painted faces suddenly jumped out, and they could wipe fire and light on their swords, and Old Wood's scoop team paid a lot of casualties to open the scoop for them, and he himself was wounded in the knee.

According to my own description, it was rubbed by the light when I kicked one over, and the entire knee pad was completely twisted and shattered like an unspeakable part kicked by a boot, and a small piece of metal was embedded in the knee.

As a pragmatist, Old Wood didn't quite approve of the military priest's interpretation 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 the bottom of my heart could not be burned.

From collecting all kinds of amulets as a young man to the strange objects that fill the castle now, Old Wood's interest in the unknown has never waned. After losing too many family members, he plunged headlong into the hobby of collecting these things, and it's hard to say whether there is any escapism.

And when it comes to Mr. Anderson, this is an old lover of anomorphism. At that time, he was a well-known lover of abnormal phenomena at Wendengang College, but he was too niche in the circle and there were no people to talk about.

Old Wood, who came to Wendeng Harbor to find a teacher for Kraft, hit it off at first sight - in the words of the otherworldly soul, it can probably be described as Boya meeting Zhongzi, mountains and rivers meet bosom friends, and establish a friendship that transcends age, cultural level differences, and status.

With Anderson, Old Wood's collection expanded from objects to all kinds of forbidden books, and the inventory of the secret library in the castle probably far exceeded the level of ordinary heretics, to the extent that even the church inquisition had to look at it highly.

But not to mention Wood Town, even Wenden Harbor is considered a rural territory, and the Church's control over the entire area is limited to the Wenden Port Church and the seagull-filled square at the entrance, and it is already considered the diligence of the local person in charge to clean up the guano.

As long as there is no pagan jumping face with an octopus face in the sky, no one cares if the pagans feed the seagulls in the square. That's probably why the former Mr. Fireman came here for this reason.

Considering that there is no church in the town, Old Wood can take two stone rune eyeballs as a handle when he walks, and someone has to praise this thing for its bold design style, which is worthy of Lord Wood's object.

After learning that a legendary "spellcaster" had come to Wenden Harbor, Kraft, who happened to want to visit Wenden Harbor, was caught with a bunch of puzzling things, and in confusion rode on the fastest horse in town.

It's not the first time that something like this has happened since childhood, and Kraft walked along the way with his grandfather's happy attitude, and was even more in unexpected ecstasy after learning the news of Mr. Fireman's performance of the overturn, which saved trouble.

But as the saying goes, it's all here, and you can't say anything if you don't bring something to your grandfather. After visiting Mr. Anderson's former colleague on the way, he learned that there was a village here that had dug up "pagan things", and the two of them, who were trying to find something to deal with, rushed over in the heavy snow—maybe the villagers would hand over the things to the church for "purification" if they were late.

It's a pity that when they arrived at the place, the two found that things were not what they thought it was at all. It was now in the vacant wheat field outside the village, and the part that had been dug up was about a man tall, roughly a patterned black stone prism.

It's weird enough, but obviously you can't put it in your hand, and it's not something that two people and two horses can do. In desperation, Kraft planned to ask his cousin to go back with the letter first, and it was better to call a carriage for him from Wenden Port on the way back.