A shower of rain washed away the bloody smell on the deck, and the warm land breeze wrapped in the fragrance of grass and trees propped up the sails, containing some subtle messages such as the scorching smell of wheat noodles and the noisy clamor of the market, which were delivered to the portholes.

Unlike the seaside, the riverside harbor does not have the salty smell that imprints on the sense of smell, and the river acts as a source of water that draws the city's center of gravity closer to the water's edge, which is a series of buildings with overlapping pointed arches and small minaret wall stacks, with flying buttresses erected in between.

The prominent terrace is topped by a high rise and a green curtain of climbing plants hangs down with seasonal flowers. The long shadow of the bell tower passes through the waves of new bright leaves reflecting the golden red light, and points diagonally towards the harbor area beneath its feet.

Kraft leaned against the porthole for a moment, then consciously stepped away, giving up the little sunset to Martin, who was cleaning up the remaining problems. He tried to pull out the short arrow, but after several times he found that the arrow's barb was stuck in the crack of the bone, he simply broke the hollow wooden pole and hastily stuffed the body that had been lying on the ground for a day into the bag.

"What are you going to do with this?"

"Somebody will arrange it for a suitable place." Martin tightened the rope at the mouth of the bag, tied a slipknot, and tried to drag a few steps on the ground to make sure that the bulge on the bag didn't make it obvious at a glance that something bad was inside, "We need to be quicker and get to the accommodation we have arranged for you before the next 'accident'." ”

"Sounds pretty prepared?"

"At least you won't be stumped by this little thing." He kicked the bag, as if he didn't notice the slight negation in his words.

The truth may be simpler, after a few pleasantries, the bag was thrown to the port sheriff, with no credentials and no passwords. The sheriff beckoned the guards to take the bag away, and didn't ask much.

The group changed to the van and left first. Martin opened the curtains, and Kraft saw that the captain of the ship they had been on before was dealing with what seemed to be a routine inquiry, and the impatient crew was let into port.

There was a good time difference, and the person who had finished the inquiry looked over the board and the paper, and Martin pulled the curtain on the window and nodded slightly.

Very well, this is normal play, and Kraft feels that the knight is quite happy with it.

"Welcome to Westminster. Rivers University is not far away, and if we were quick enough, we could be there before dinner. Martin let out a long breath and leaned back into the carriage. The wooden wheels passed on the uneven stone pavement, and everyone in the car swayed with the tremors. The red-hot sky was cut off by the canopy of the roadside trees and the rooftops, and the light alternated darkly, and the red light filtered by the curtain brushed over the face.

"Also, considering that it may cause some unnecessary misunderstandings, can you leave those things to me for safekeeping?"

"Is there anything I have on me that I shouldn't bring in?"

"Maybe I forgot to mention that the pot of tea was found at a banquet." Martin held out his index finger and thumb and gestured to pick up the small berries, "I promise you that I will take care of them and pass them on to you if necessary." If you also have anything similar with you...... Medications should also be temporarily transferred along with them. ”

"Well, what about my sword?" Kraft handed over the basket containing the belladonna.

"You can keep it, but it's best not to let your servant bring the hammer in. Believe me, a page hammer is second only to your report. He looked the three of them up and down, his eyes back and forth between them and their light luggage, and frowned, "I'm going to take back that sentence." ”

"We may not be able to make it to dinner."

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"Maybe we can go beyond these small sections, after all, it's an academic dinner, isn't it?" Kraft is refining his previous assumptions about Martin's identity, and this guy definitely serves a person or family with a fairly high status and heritage.

"Oh no, you've got to see how much this style suits you, knowing it's not even tailor-made."

In a way that is recognized by the mainstream contemporary aesthetic, Craft is dressed in a slim-fitting garment with puffy sleeves.

The inside should be filled with some soft contents like a cotton jacket, and then sewn stripes of marks on it with threads, like plowing a ditch on the ridge, so that the flat clothes reflect a certain three-dimensional shape. There are also symmetrical lines on the left and right sides of the small pieces that divide them.

The waist is cinched and the elbow-rising sleeves are slender and closed with a button embellished with metallic graphic, giving this menswear a thoughtful fit.

From the perspective of otherworldly souls, this is a ...... A much thinner garment with a structure similar to a down jacket, and a belt with a lot of accessories. Frankly speaking, the colors and graphics are a bit exaggerated.

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Coop, as a retinue of the knights' reserves, removed the hammer and changed into a similar, but less pompous, garment. However, the skirt worn by Yin Feng is the most normal, which is a multi-pleated multi-color long skirt, which is divided from the waist and decorated with ribbons.

The little girl stood in front of the bronze mirror with her skirt in her hand, a little bewildered, and let the maid put on a headdress that seemed silly to Kraft.

Given that she seemed to like it, Kraft shut up the scathing criticism of the aesthetic of the era's clothing that was flowing in the Otherworldly Soul section.

"If I could, I brought a medical school robe, which would be pretty good." For himself, he still wants to struggle a little.

"But we have on our list a medical first-in-class heir, and most of the invitees come from similar backgrounds, or both, in addition to their academic status." Martin patiently explained, returning to the maddening inexplicability of the first meeting.

"It can be seen as a social banquet, and you have to think about representing your family for half a month before and after the academic gathering."

"When I came, I thought I was only representing my own point of view." Kraft gave in, and if everyone was a clown, then the only one who didn't wear a clown costume would be the real clown.

Guided by Martin, who had also changed his clothes, they passed through the buildings with intricate vaulted walls and reliefs, and the labyrinthine miniature gardens beneath them. At the end of the cloister flanked by rows of oak trees and guards, cheerful lute and recorder music came from the front.

In front of an elaborate arch with a recessed layer, they were stopped by full-body armor guards wearing blue-dyed feather helmets. Martin asked Kraft for an invitation and handed it to the waiter.

The long sound of heavy metal percussion vibrates high overhead, blending into the light of the night as the instrumental ensemble shifts from light to soothing.

"We did come late."

The atmosphere in the hall was lively, and as expected, most of the ostentatiously dressed guests were not at the long tables full of food, but were talking to each other, and no one noticed the group that crept through the door.

At least that's what Kraft thought. His hungry gaze skimmed over a blanket of faces, locked onto stacked bread pans, and the golden-brown roast chicken, round gu cream soup, truffle ham, fragrant gu goulash, and some slices of white and tender mushrooms in dipping sauce that he hadn't seen before.

Unaware of the invitation at all, the waiter behind him completed the process of proofreading names, taking titles, and adjusting the volume according to his identity, cleared his throat, and announced in a voice that everyone in the audience could hear:

"Professor Kraft Wood!"

The hand that had already attached the bread pan froze.