"So this is where the gold coin is drawn?" Koop asked, not quite sure. He only remembered mentioning it once when he talked about the gold coins, and it was a little difficult to connect the somewhat abstract diagram to the complex fortress he was in.

"Yes, and I remember you asked once yesterday." Kraft replied as he lifted the scroll-like item on the table, something that Wilbert had given him after a night of hard work, and delivered it at the same time as the two kitchen menus and the list of audience personnel, "Random spot check, how to fight the castle?" ”

"Huh?"

Completely unprepared, Koop was caught off guard. Since leaving Comfort Harbor, Kraft's rigor in his schoolwork has become increasingly overwhelming, and spot checks are pervasive, and who would have expected that an encounter would be triggered as soon as he opened his mouth.

And Yin Feng, who didn't seem to notice this side and had been reading silently, quickly raised his head and raised his hand to attract Kraft's attention.

However, she should not have been fully prepared, and she stumbled to make up the spelling, and missed a letter. Koop was prompted, and later replied correctly.

"It could be more detailed, it's still very good." Kraft thought for a while, and was about to clear the table, so he handed the fruit plate to Yin Feng, "Winner takes all, today's fruit belongs to you." ”

Encouraged by a small victory, she happily took the plate, smiled a rare one that was harder to catch than the sweetness of a wild blueberry, took a ripe orange, and returned it to Kraft.

It's rare, the last time I saw Yin Feng show a clear happy mood, it seemed that she was playing with the rusty dagger that she hadn't lost yet. As a self-appointed half guardian, I always feel that this child is good at everything, motivated, sensible, but a little ...... Introverted.

According to someone's only remaining educational knowledge, children's psychological guidance should be based on affirmation and positive encouragement for correct behavior.

In the confusion of Koop questioning the fairness of the game, Kraft throws him a "Are you embarrassed to be a child?" He pulled out one end of the scroll and handed it to him, "Help me hold that side, thank you." This thing doesn't seem small, what the hell is it? ”

The wooden scroll rolls away on the table, revealing its contents, roughly an elliptical drawing around a blue line.

The header directly above shows its identity – a map of the Westminster region.

This was somewhat confusing to Kraft. There is a black line on it that is consistent with the ink on the rest of the paper, starting from the middle fortress map, going around the half of the map, passing through a series of marked points with and without names, and then going back to the fortress.

"What does that mean?" Kraft flipped through the lists, menus, and finally found the source on the last piece of paper, which listed more than a dozen place names and notes.

Seems to be a travel route?

According to the notes, the Duke did not settle in the castle all year round, but was customary to patrol his direct territories and go to the countryside for some leisure.

This directly declared the bankruptcy of Kraft's retrospective environmental plan, and three months earlier, during the period of winter and early spring, patients were running wild. Tuberculosis did not prevent him from riding a horse-drawn carriage from one settlement to another, and the journey went as far as a logging estate on the edge of the forest.

With the current process, although the Duke has lasted so long that he can't die in a month, even if he gives Kraft wings, it won't be enough for him to fly this line again.

"Ugh." With a helpless sigh, he flipped through the Duke's menu and skimmed through it cursoryly.

The degree of overlap with the banquet is quite high, but the category of each time is reduced as a daily diet, but the richness is increased overall.

Birds of meat alone include pheasants, teals, sparrows, swans, and even peacocks. The last two items are also indicated to be served only at small dinners. Fish is usually served as a side dish and foil on the table, except for a dish that challenges the imagination, grilled dolphins.

In addition to the common pigs and cattle, there are rabbit meat, bear meat, horse meat, etc. The parts are taken from the material to show a high degree of openness, including the legs, crest, head, tail, heart, liver and even another tail.

In terms of vegetarian dishes, thanks to the local natural environment, there is also a lot of space, adding fruit to the meat to temper the oiliness is commonplace, and there is also apple broth, a food that hits the soul part of the otherworld. In contrast, the cooking of all kinds of colored mushrooms is much more normal, and even the fragrant sweet pie is not unacceptable, and the raw cut white belly solitary dipping sauce is just right.

In the brain-like reading experience, consciousness drifts over outrageous dishes and gradually gives up understanding.

However, this is a good explanation why the Duke was still able to wander around before, and this appetite combined with a protein-rich diet made it no accident to survive tuberculosis, and it was no fluke to survive bloodletting. If it weren't for the new changes, the general condition would be well suited for treatment.

Chaotic and unimaginable recipes are intertwined in consciousness. According to the standard view, there are many risk factors, especially meat from a variety of sources, but none of them match the existing clues.

A flood of information is thrown into the mind, like Brownian particles scurrying around in the mind, colliding or passing by at will, forming a combination of effective and invalid results.

They collide with those orderly specialized knowledge, and accompany the alien lesions seen by the spiritual senses.

It is impossible to know whether the content is driven by oneself, or roams outside the frame of thought out of control, creating something that is beyond the reach of consciousness, and then feeding back to oneself with some kind of revelation. Something like intuition guided him, and from it came ......

Inspiration]

For no apparent reason, Kraft felt a direction in his hand, and that there was the thread he wanted in the mass of yarn, but he would not be able to find it for a while.

For this he needs more information, more inspiration, and that information may be right below, just the next step......

"Dongdong, Dongdong!"

Thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door, and Martin's voice came from outside the door, "Good day, Professor Kraft." ”

"I'm sorry to bother you. I know you're busy with the Duke's business, but I think this news is ...... Well? ”

The Duke's knight opened the door and found Kraft leaning over a few pieces of paper without saying a word, while one of his two attendants leaned against the edge of the table and fell asleep, while the other quietly flipped through the pamphlet, apparently in a state of doing his own thing for a while.

"Oh, Knight Martin, please." Kraft swept away the pages he had already written down and sat back in his chair with a slightly dazed expression, all in line with Martin's impression of the academy who was immersed in their own world at every turn.

"If you don't have much to do lately, you'd better not leave Westminburg." He was still wearing the same armor as yesterday, a burqa, and an armed helmet with blue-dyed feathers under his armpits.

"What's wrong?"

"We went to the servant's house, and the neighbor said that he had been showing a special interest in the church system lately, and that he often went out to meetings and prayed or something." Martin looked at Kraft earnestly, who immediately understood what he meant.

His mind, which had not yet cooled, was put back into action, and more weight was put into new information, and he grasped a factor that seemed to be unrelated.

"Martin, when exactly did the pagan cult you mentioned about recently operating in the Westminster realm start operating?"

……

It is indeed some kind of inspiration, but the intuition is still whispering, this is not the original "inspiration".