Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 1 Prologue: The Scribbled Letter
To my beloved grandfather:
Hope all is well with you.After ten or so days of not-so-pleasant treks in the snow, I have finally been able to find a decent set of desk and chairs to write to you.

Mr. Anderson, please don't be offended if you read this letter for me.Because there is indeed no pen and paper here that can write the fancy letters you taught, and even the pen and paper can be found thanks to the heavy snow—a few traveling merchants who took shortcuts were also blocked in this unknown small village , it took them a while to find this seemingly unreliable pen.

As for the paper, I carried it with me, but unfortunately it got wet too.A few others were unfortunately turned into a cloud of fly ash when I tried to dry them, thankfully I didn't have much to write about.

Next is business.

I didn't get to meet the "spell caster" who you said was "real talent and learning" before, the one you asked me to invite me to be some kind of "enlightenment" (if I remember correctly, it's called that coming).

He now has a nickname, which seems to be Wendeng Port Fireman or something, and he only got it half a month before I arrived in Wendeng Port.

The general story is that I burned my left hand while showing the spellcasting method to the local academy, which should be quite serious-the description of the scholar I met makes people not want to repeat it, of course it is not important, and it is not important to write it here. suitable.

The important thing is that when some scholars who were not stunned sent him to the doctor, some small props fell out of his burnt sleeve, which was said to be related to his so-called "spell-casting" before.

If there were no accidents, like other not so clever liars, the confession of his self-confessed disciple was enough to send them both to Wendeng Port's characteristic sea water prison.

But looking at it now, he probably didn't have the opportunity to go to prison to find out whether the ghost legend was true.

The doctor said Mr. Firehand did not survive the amputation.As for how it developed into an amputation operation, I can only say that it is very regrettable.

Seriously, I know you're going to be babbling about "just try it" again.Since I was a child, you have been used to telling me about the strange things that happened on the battlefield, about people with fire and light in their hands. Mr. Anderson also likes your stories and helps you study those books.

Let me tell you, you must have been careless in rolling up your sleeves when hacking them to death.Taking a step back, even if there is a "spell caster", it would have been recruited away by those big shots long ago. How could they come to Wendeng Port in such a blatant manner and perform "spell caster" for those scholars?

The paper is limited, although I also want to copy what Mr. Anderson assigned, but there is not enough.

I will stay in this village for a few days, and Cousin Lane will go first, and when he has the letter in your hand, I will be home in a few days.

Signature: Kraft

(End of this chapter)