This time Kraft woke up in the dim natural light, seeing light squeezing in through a narrow gap.

There is already glass in this world, but it happens to be stuck in a technological level that makes it impossible for the traveler to easily make a profit from it, and there is no mass production. Glassware is still a rarity for the time being, not to mention the more technically difficult glass windows.

So at the moment, most of the windows in the house are mainly made of wood, and if you want to get up in the morning and see the sun in the house, you can only leave the windows unclosed in the summer, and this is obviously not possible now.

The original owner of the house that Kraft is currently living in is probably the head of the village.

The reason why I have to add "count" is because this status is not officially recognized, and there is no local lord or other ruler to give an explanation, as long as the other villagers feel that this person is okay, then he takes on the function of receiving outsiders and coordinating neighbors.

After seeing what Kraft and his cousin were wearing, the village chief took his family to the next door to squeeze in, and gave up his house for a handsome reward - two privately minted blackened silver coins.

Of course, when Craft went back to report to his grandfather, he would report two full silver coins, the kind officially issued by the kingdom.

Even though he is already the village chief's family, it is still not so realistic to expect how good the conditions are. The walls are made of a mixture of stone and clay, supplemented by a frame made of local spruce wood, and combined with wooden windows that do not fit closely, the warmth effect is in a state of metaphysics, which will teach a profound lesson to those who are used to undressing and sleeping at night.

The interior of the house is divided by a single layer of wood, which greatly simplifies the process of waking up a companion.

Kraft rolled over and got out of bed and patted the wooden plank separating the two rooms hard: "Ryan, are you awake?" You've got to leave for Wenden Port today. ”

"If you'd like me to be buried in snow halfway through, then I can go now." The window of the room was lifted open from the outside, and a golden haired head with a lot of snow poked in from the outside, "Besides, it should be in the morning, not noon." ”

"It's already noon? The snow is so heavy, what are you doing outside? ”

"I went to look at the black pillar and I felt like we could give up on the idea of bringing it back." Ryan shook the snow off his body. Although he had been outside all morning, he seemed fine.

At a time when no one thought Kraft could grow up safely, Ryan was treated as half a family heir, and he had long since adapted to the cold environment due to the four seasons of training.

"Why, I think grandfather would be happy to put it in the courtyard, and grandfather and teacher can go around it for a month. Not really, we can wait a few more days. "Kraft wanted to hold on a little longer.

"I suggest you go and see for yourself, maybe you can knock it off with your sword?" Ryan smiled and patted the scabbard around his waist.

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Kraft arrives at the excavation site with his sword.

Of course, I didn't really plan to use the sword to compare with the big stone pillar, just because it was a proper habit for the sword to not leave the body.

Whether it's out of the professionalism of a family heir or out of the importance of the most valuable possession of the body, the weapon should at least be in sight.

The crater around the black stone pillar has widened again, and even people who have never been to the ground in their lives know that it is definitely not easy to deal with this frozen soil on a snowy day.

Several shivering men gathered around the edge of the pit, and the expressions on their faces could not be seen in the dense snowflakes. Seeing Kraft and Ryan coming, they quickly dispersed and gave up their places.

The prismatic black stone was still firmly inserted in the middle of the pit, pointing straight upwards impartially, revealing a height of two meters, at least.

At first, it showed only a black edge, which was discovered by a village child who had been wrestling in the field. He dug in anger for an afternoon, and when the adults came to look for someone in the evening, he saw a large piece of object that looked quite regular and patterned.

The villagers, who thought it might be something of value, dug down and found that it was a pillar.

As for now, looking at the bottom of the pit, under the scattered clods of earth is a rough black level of the same material as the pillars.

The junction between the column and this plane has been cleaned up, without any traces of splicing, and it looks like a complete whole, without destroying the coherence of the pattern.

The sculptor of the upper part is probably a very strict obsessive-compulsive person, starting from the flat top of the pillar and descending, gradually deepening the inscribed ornamentation with a consistent amplitude, connecting the six sides to form the shape of a character.

Towards the bottom, the lines spread out in a casual and unmessy way, highlighting the fluid dynamics, crashing into the plane in the form of a pouring water, scattering and separating on the plane, winding away into the distance. At first glance, there is even the illusion of a live snake swimming.

Kraft took a step back from the edge of the pit, the loose soil peeling off the edge and rolling down in a stagger.

He watched in silence as they slid off the pit wall like a small mudslide, eventually falling onto the serpentine pattern at the bottom of the pit, covering a small piece.

"Is it possible that this is just a relatively large pedestal, try digging a little farther to the side?" He said.

The voice was a little unreal in the cold wind with snowflakes, and even I wasn't sure what I was saying.

"Even if it's only the current part, it's not something that the port's wagons can solve." Ryan looked away from the pillar, "Maybe you really want to see if you can cut this pillar off?" Even if you could, it would be a shame. ”

Indeed, it is difficult to single out even one of my grandfather's rich collections...... Indescribable something.

Kraft knew he couldn't split it, but the mere thought of it felt unacceptable.

The shivering villagers had not yet left. Kraft was stunned for a moment, took out his purse, and gave each of them a black silver coin, which was the reward for the completion of the project.

Ryan watched as the villagers thanked Kraft and trot in the direction of the village, their backs quickly blurring in the snowstorm. In the distance, the low, clustered silhouette was a village less than two hundred paces away, and it was clearly visible when they first arrived.

"The snow seems to be getting heavier again, do you want to go back?" Ryan looked at Kraft, who was still in a daze, and felt that this treasure hunt was probably over.

Maybe they can go back to Wendeng Port and pick up a nice knick-knack at a stall. According to Ryan's opinion, the stone rune he brought back last time was a good eyeball.