Shaken off the strange feeling for a moment, Kraft began to look for a place to sell pen and paper, and he was looking for a dipping pen with fine workmanship.

Ink gall has not yet appeared in this world, and ballpoint pens and the like are far away. Everyone is still using a relatively simple but inefficient way, that is, directly poke the tip of the pen into the inkwell, dip it in the ink like sauce, write a few words and then reach in and dip it.

Those who are skilled in using it will look more elegant, and if they are not used to it, it will look like a dip in soy sauce, especially when using an ink dish. However, this comes at a cost, as the soft thin metal tip of the dip pen allows you to write smooth and natural strokes with varying thicknesses when the direction is correct. At the same time, because of the structure of the pen, it is determined that the writing style of the two worlds is basically the same.

This kind of writing quality requires a relatively high level of craftsmanship for this place to make a qualified nib, and if you want to use it well, go to a special store to buy it.

Kraft made his way down the street to the bottom of the city, where he found the place he was looking for, next to the square of St. Simon's Church in the center of the city. The owner of the shop was a member of the church, and most of the shops were opened here to supply the needs of the clergy, and the paper sold was of good quality, but most of the pens were flat-pointed pens used to copy holy texts.

"I am impressed by your faith." Kraft complimented as he looked at the rich religious elements of the small shop, the carved wooden winged ring symbol occupied half of the wall behind the counter, and the old man with the winged ring amulet read the holy book by the three-pronged candelabra, two high and one low.

The candlestick was not lit, and the midday sun was cast through the window, and the dust floated in the somewhat dreary air, outlining the shape of the bands of light. He walked around the shop himself before he spoke.

"Thanks, do you want to buy anything?" The old man, who had been interrupted from reading, looked up and felt that he was not a member of the church, nor was he like a seminarian, and his attitude was relatively cold.

"I want a regular dipping pen, just the nib." Kraft glanced at the holy book in his hand, it was a very good manuscript, "I want some paper like this." ”

"I'll look for it." The shopkeeper stood up with his hands on the table, walked towards the shelf, and picked up a box, "Are you a student of the academy?" ”

"No, but my teacher is from the academy."

"Then I can give you a discount." The old man turned and placed the open box on the counter, in which lay a dipping pen with a brass tip, the barrel of which was polished smooth, "and paper, which writes more smoothly than parchment." ”

"Huh?" Kraft was a little surprised, he never thought that Anderson's status as a teacher would bring such treatment.

The old man didn't explain in detail, just counted the paper and handed it to him: "The academy is full of good people. ”

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Kraft, who thanked the owner, walked out with paper and a box of pens, and although I don't know why, the discount was really delicious.

He stuffed his things into a package attached to the horse and led the horse in the square to enjoy the beautiful afternoon sun. It was the hottest time of the day, and the winter cold was driven away from the earth, so he could take a walk for the first time in a long time, starting from Place Saint-Simon, then heading north from the main north-south road, to find something to eat on the way, and then arrive at the Wendengang College in the northern part of Wendenport in the evening.

The college and the church, as the two most important buildings in Wenden Port, one on the northern periphery of the city and the other in the center of the city near the port, seem to be a low head at first glance, but in fact it is.

The church was built as early as the time of St. Simon's mission to the port of Wenden, which was not so large at that time. The establishment of the college will take twenty or thirty years later, and a large part of the church's money will directly lead to the situation that the seminary is the dominant one in the whole college, and the other colleges have to stand aside.

Including the iconic bell tower of the college, which was built with full funds for the church, and the interior and exterior decorations of the church were all invited by the church's own architect, and when they heard the bell every day, they looked up and saw a bell tower built like a church tower, and it was no problem to say that it was a church school.

In winter, Plaza San Simeon is fairly clean, with bird droppings and snow removed. Judging from the fact that there are still people sitting directly on the ground in front of them, everyone still trusts the cleaning work of the church very much.

If you look closer, it is actually the two scholars in brown robes you have seen before. One is sitting under the statue of St. Simeon with his left arm propped up, his back against the pedestal, looking pained. The other stood on the side, talking to three men dressed in black, occasionally turning his head to look at his companion.

Getting closer, Kraft overheard their conversation.

"No, I really don't need to, just help us find a clinic, don't bother you so much."

"Really, I think he hurt his bones, let's take him back to the academy to see, our teachers should be there." One of them rolled up the sleeves of his black coat and looked very enthusiastic, completely oblivious to his companion's distorted expression and the hand that tugged him aside.

However, hearing this, the brown-robed scholar refused even more firmly: "Although I thank you very much, I really don't need it, he is really only a little injured." ”

The scholar sitting on the ground was already sweating profusely, but in order to match his companion's words, he still reluctantly squeezed out a smile: "Yes, I feel much better." I'm sorry to waste your time. ”

This could not be clearer, but the enthusiastic man was still unwilling to give up, and reached out to help with a concerned face. Another man in black reached out and grabbed his shoulder, desperately pulling him back.

The brown-robed scholar who had negotiated with him stepped forward between his companions and strangers, looking around for help, for the winter afternoon square was empty, and Kraft was alone nearby.

He saw that Kraft had a scabbard hanging from his waist, and that he was dressed in a well-made suit with a cloak, and that he felt that he was a little nobleman who went out, at least not a to, so he waved his hand and shouted, "That gentleman over there, can you please do me a favor?" ”

Craft seemed to understand what was going on. Dressed in black, they are students of the academy, but the other members of the academy are a little afraid of them, and even act like kidnapping on the street. Combined with their conversations, the answer seems to come out.

Oh, you're in medical school, aren't you? I've just heard the horror rumors about you.

The enthusiastic medical student hadn't yet understood why his classmates didn't need him and wanted to ask passers-by for help, but he took the initiative to introduce the situation first.

"We are medical school students, and the teacher asked us to come out and buy some experimental materials, and we happened to meet our classmates from law school." He explained, with a rather sunny face under the dark brown curls, and a look of concern familiar to Kraft, "He seems to have a broken bone, can you help us take him back, I'm not very worried about the clinic outside." ”

Well, I can see that you're not discussing the experimental materials, but he doesn't seem to be very willing.

The "experimental materials" were robbed, and hurriedly opened his mouth to explain to himself: "No, I'm really fine, can you take me to a nearby clinic, maybe I'll get better with some ointment." "At the current temperature, the sweat on his head is not very convincing.

His companion wanted to add, but Kraft interrupted him.

"Can you show me?" Kraft looked nervous and added, "My name is Kraft. Wood, the Wood family is an honor achieved on the battlefield, so it is quite familiar with external injuries. ”

The otherworldly part is no stranger to this situation, and the local part knows how to win people's trust quickly.