Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 139 Dinner
A shower of rain washed away the bloody smell on the deck, and the warm land breeze with the fragrance of grass and trees propped up the sails, containing some subtle messages such as the smell of roasted wheat flour and the noisy market hawking, and delivered them to the portholes.

Different from the seaside, the ports along the river do not have the salty smell imprinted on the sense of smell. At the same time, the river serves as a source of fresh water, attracting the city's center of gravity closer to the water's edge. buildings, with flying buttresses erected between them.

Protruding terraces are held in high relief, with green curtains of climbing plants hanging from them, strung with seasonal pastel blooms.The long shadow of the clock tower passes through the waves of bright leaves reflecting the golden-red light, pointing obliquely to the port area below.

Kraft leaned against the porthole and watched for a while, then retreated consciously, leaving the few afterglow of the setting sun to Martin who was sorting out the remaining problems.He tried to pull out the short arrow, but after a few times of force, he found that the arrow barb was stuck in the bone seam, so he simply broke the hollow wooden pole, and hastily stuffed the corpse that had been lying on the ground for a day into the bag.

"What are you going to do with this?"

"Someone will put it in a suitable place." Martin tightened the tie rope at the top of the bag, tied a slipknot, and tried to drag a few steps on the ground to make sure that the bumps on the bag would not make it easy to see what was inside. Something bad, "We need to be quicker and get to the accommodation arranged for you before the next 'accident'."

"Sounds pretty well prepared?"

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

The truth may be even simpler. After a few pleasantries, the bag was dumped to the port security officer without credentials or password.The sheriff beckoned the guard to take the bag away without asking any further questions.

A group of people changed into a van and left first.Martin opened the window curtain, and Kraft saw that the captain of the ship they were on was dealing with what appeared to be a routine inquiry, and the impatient crew was being released into the port.

There was a good time difference. The person who completed the inquiry looked this way with the board and recording paper between them. Martin closed the window curtain and nodded slightly.

Very well, this is a normal performance, and Kraft feels that the knight is quite satisfied with this.

"Welcome to Westminster. Rivers University is not far away. If we go fast enough, we can get there before the dinner." Martin let out a long breath and leaned back on the carriage seat.The wooden wheel passed by on the uneven stone road, and everyone in the car swayed with the vibration.The red-hot sky is cut off by the treetops and roofs beside the road, the light and dark alternate, and the flushed light filtered by the curtain brushes across the face.

"In addition, considering that it may cause some unnecessary misunderstandings, can you give those things to me for safekeeping?"

"Is there anything on me that shouldn't be brought in?"

"Perhaps I forgot to mention that the pot of tea was found at a certain banquet." Martin stretched out his index finger and thumb, making a gesture of pinching a small berry, "I assure you that they will be kept properly and will If necessary, it will be handed over to you. If you are carrying any similar... medicines, it is best to temporarily hand them over as well."

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

"You can keep it, but it's better not to let your subordinates bring the hammer in. Believe me, a hammer is second only to your report in the attention." He looked up and down the three men, his eyes on them Going back and forth with the light luggage on his body, he frowned, "I want to take back what I just said."

"We might be late for the dinner party."

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"Maybe we can not stick to these details. After all, this is a dinner for an academic gathering, isn't it?" Kraft further refined his previous guess about Martin's identity. family.

"Oh no, you've got to see how well this fits you, and it's not even tailored."

At an angle recognized by some mainstream contemporary aesthetics, Kraft was slipped into a slim-fitting dress with puffed sleeves.

The inside should be filled with something soft like a padded jacket, and then traces are sewn on it with thread, just like plowing ditches on the ridge of the field, so that the flat clothes show a certain three-dimensional shape.There are also left and right symmetrical line patterns on the separated small blocks.

Narrowed in at the waist, the sleeves are elongated at the elbow and fastened with metallic patterned buttons for a snug fit of this menswear piece.

From the perspective of a soul from another world, this is... a piece of clothing with a structure similar to a down jacket, but much thinner, and a belt with many accessories.The colors and patterns were, frankly, a bit over the top.

Kupp, a squire of the Cavaliers' Reserve, removed his hammer and put on a similar but less ostentatious garment.On the contrary, the skirt Yvonne wore was the most normal. It was a multi-pleated multi-color long skirt, which was divided from the waist, and the skirt decorated with ribbons spread out.

The little girl stood in front of the bronze mirror a little at a loss, holding up the hem of her skirt, and let the maid put on her a headdress that Kraft seemed so silly.

Since she seemed to like this set quite a bit, Kraft shut up and silenced the sharp and even mean criticisms of the costume aesthetics of this era in the otherworldly soul part.

"If possible, I brought the medical school gown, that's pretty good." As for himself, he still wanted to struggle.

"But our list is the first heir to the title of a certain medically accomplished person, and most of the invited people come from similar backgrounds, or both, in addition to their academic status." Martin patiently explained, returning to the scene when we first met. The kind of maddening inexplicable attention.

"It can be regarded as a communicative banquet. For half a month before and after the academic gathering, you have to consider representing your own family."

"I came here thinking I was only representing my point of view." Kraft concedes that if everyone is a clown, the only person who doesn't wear a clown suit is a real clown.

Under the guidance of Martin, who also changed his clothes, they passed the buildings made of complex vaulted walls and reliefs, and the maze-like miniature gardens under their feet.At the end of the corridor flanked by rows of oak trees and guards, cheerful lute and clarinet music came from the front.

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

The long sound of thick metal percussion and vibration sounded high above the head, blending into the ensemble of musical instruments that changed from brisk to soothing under the clear light of night.

"We were really late."

The atmosphere in the hall was warm, as expected when they came here, most of the guests in flamboyant clothes were not at the long table full of food, but chatting with each other, no one noticed the group of people who sneaked in the door quietly.

At least that's what Kraft thought.Hungry eyes skipped a piece of raw faces, and locked on the stacked bread plates, as well as the untouched golden-yellow roast chicken, round mushroom cream soup, truffle ham, mushroom goulash, and some things he hadn’t seen before. Sliced ​​white fungus with dipping sauce.

Unaware that the waiter behind him carried the invitation letter and completed the process of proofreading the name, taking the title, and adjusting the volume according to the identity, cleared his throat, and announced in a voice that could be heard by half of the audience:
"Professor Craft Wood!"

The hand that had stuck the loaf pan froze.

(End of this chapter)