Although Kraft repeatedly stated that he was completely fine, just in case, Ryan insisted on spending the night on the table lying in his room. When he was awakened the next day by the harsh sunlight and the harsh sound of wooden shafts turning, he saw Kraft, an early riser, pulling open the window.

Kraft had not slept well last night, tossing and turning in the dark for most of the night, thinking of something and not disturbing Ryan's rest. But when I woke up in the morning, I didn't feel tired, and I didn't feel the discomfort of waking up early.

He glanced at the snow in front of the window. The snow outside has no obvious signs of melting, and a few scattered footprints are scattered on it, adding a bit of human flavor to the environment. He turned around and stretched in front of Leon, his bones that hadn't moved for a day rattled comfortably: "It can't be better, it feels good for the rest of my life." ”

"Ah, that's true." Ryan yawned, "And don't forget about the pit." “

After finishing the breakfast consisting of bread and jerky, tidying up the few luggage, then putting on a cloak and stepping on horseback, we had a journey that I said I would go.

Of course, before leaving, Kraft followed Ryan to the doctor's house yesterday, and reluctantly took out a black silver coin from his wallet and handed it to the doctor as yesterday's consultation money. By the way, since I have lost interest in the pillar, you can fill it back in and plant on it as usual next year.

Of this reluctance, about thirty percent is due to the shortage of pocket money, and seventy percent is the disapproval of the doctor's work.

However, this unhappiness quickly disappeared after the official departure. The first sunny days after the snow are quite pleasant in winter, and there is no snowflakes that obscure your vision from obstructing your vision on the trails, nor the usual dusty dirt roads that require you to cover your whole body with a cloak.

The joy of riding in the snow excited the otherworldly part of Kraft's soul, and he was now in a superposition of familiarity with riding and a novelty to riding in the snow. You can enjoy the joy of a new experience without being distracted on horseback.

After emerging from the terrain of the small basin where the village was located, the two of them followed the path in the valley at an unhurried pace.

The long-lost bright light dispelled the gloom of the spruce forests on both sides, and the foliage was covered with a thick layer of snow, casting dappled sunlight that sparkled like sequins.

The fierce, dark side of the forest is obscured by cascading whites and overlapping light curtains, revealing a clean, charming look.

All of this is a rare winter scene for locals, and in Kraft's eyes, it has a cinematic texture, not losing the shock of watching the Narnia legend for the first time. At this moment, he seems to be a character from some game, riding a horse to the battlefield of a decisive battle against giants and mythical creatures.

He even hummed a song to accompany himself. It's a pity that the two souls can't make a singing voice, and the beautiful and passionate melody only exists in his own mind, and even Ryan, who has no music appreciation, can hardly bear such a tune. He distanced himself from Kraft, staying in a position where he could not hear the singing clearly and could look back at Kraft in time.

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"So what should we buy when we go back to Wendenggang?" After amusing himself for a while, Kraft sped up to his cousin in front of him, "Where did you find the pair of stone eyeballs last time, the runes on them are really so interesting, grandfather likes it." ”

"......" Ryan wanted to say that it was his own cheapness, and he picked an object from a stonemason he knew, and then let him carve something freely.

I don't know if the stonemason is really that talented, anyway, Old Wood likes that pair of eyeballs very much, and Mr. Anderson also thinks that Lane has a vision.

Now there must be a problem between the two sides, or the stonemason who drank with him could not hold three glasses is the strange man hidden in Wenden Harbor; Either to explain what old Wood and Anderson did to study the anomalies, that is, the occult, is meaningless.

In the face of Ryan's silence, Kraft didn't mind. He felt that his energy was unusually abundant, so abundant that he was willing to pay attention to every voice he heard, every branch he saw.

Even if Ryan didn't hear or didn't want to answer him, he could talk about something else.

"What do you think of the axe I brought back last time, they said it was brought back from the ice field across the sea, and they said it was something used by those who served pagan gods among the ice people."

In fact, from Kraft's current eyes, the axe that cost him five kingdom silver coins is estimated to be more in line with the characteristics of the Ice Plains tribe because of its rough shape, and there are some black marks on it that I don't know what composition it is.

The captain who sold him the thing explained that it was an indelible mark in the blood sacrifice, but now the otherworldly part of the soul did not trust it at all, and only used it to stir up the conversation. He's tempted to get some information right now, whatever he wants, similar to wanting to turn on his phone every now and then to see what's new.

"Well, if only they liked it." Ryan conceived a more euphemistic way of putting it, "I don't think we need to be that demanding, and Mr. Anderson doesn't have any special expectations for that." ”

If Kraft really wanted to surprise his grandfather, he could let Kraft rest in the inn for a few days and go to the stonemason himself. This time, he planned to find a strangely shaped stone statue with hands and feet, and let the stonemason play freely. And so on, and try to have a collection in the castle's collection room by next winter.

Kraft didn't stop there, and after the topic was closed, he quickly opened up another topic, asking about Wendenport College. From how many scholars there were, to what they were studying and researching, all kinds of things that he was not so interested in before kept coming out of the mouth of the curious baby.

But Ryan was also a rough man, and when he grew up, he wanted to be a knight, and he began to read at a much older age than Kraft. Despite being a fellow student, Kraft was still studying how to read simple accounts while he was learning how to write words like a ball of flowers from Anderson.

Although he came to Wendeng Port far more often than Kraft, and he was responsible for helping Anderson deliver letters to his colleagues in the academy, these contents really poked at his blind spots. At best, he knew that the majority of the academy at Wendengang College were scholars of humanities, law, and theology, as well as the medical branch where there were constant rumors of stealing corpses for evil experiments.

Among them, Ryan is most familiar with the terrifying rumors of the medical school that circulated in the tavern. Organs soaked in pungent liquid, scary books with skinned corpses, and madmen talking horrific things around disemboweled, disemboweled, dead people in the middle of the night. Ryan himself felt creepy when he talked about these things, and he also meant to scare off Kraft.

Unexpectedly, the more this kid listened, the more excited he became, and he even began to ask about the details. When I asked what the liquid smelled like and what kind of organs were inside, did the medical school accept outsiders to visit?

In order to gag Kraft's mouth, and to maintain his well-informed cousin image, Ryan changed his mind about the academy after being scraped off his stomach and talked about several captains he knew in Wenden Harbor.

These people, who spend more time on the water than on land throughout the year, are the most striking focus of the tavern, and their stories range from the southernmost point of the kingdom to the port of Wenden further north to the colder expanses of ice fields. The authenticity is highly questionable, but it has an open pattern that people imprisoned by the land cannot imagine, and together with the fangs, bones and other objects in their hands as evidence, it has a fatal attraction for young people.

What Ryan was going to tell was a bottom-of-the-box story he had heard from a captain he knew, and he had full confidence in using it to gag Kraft's mouth.