Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

After temporarily getting rid of the strange feeling, Craft began to look for a place that sold paper and pens. What he wanted to find was a finely crafted dip pen.

Ink bladders have not yet appeared in this world, and ballpoint pens and the like are still far away. Everyone is still using a relatively simple but inefficient method, which is to put the pen tip directly into the ink bottle, dip it in some ink like dipping sauce, write a few words, and then dip it in again.

People who are skilled in using it will look more elegant, but those who are not used to it will look like they are dipped in soy sauce, especially when using an ink saucer. However, this price comes in exchange for a benefit. The soft thin metal nib of the dip pen can write strokes with smooth and natural changes in thickness when the direction is correct. At the same time, because of the structure of the pen, the cursive writing methods in the two worlds are basically the same.

This kind of writing quality requires a relatively high level of craftsmanship here to make a qualified nib. If you want something easy to use, go to a specialized store to buy it.

Kraft walked all the way down the street and found the place he was looking for next to St. Simon's Church Square in the center of the city. The owner of the shop is a believer in the church, and most of the shops he opens here are to supply the needs of clergy. The paper they sell is of good quality, but the pens are mostly flat-point pens used for copying holy scriptures.

"I'm impressed by your faith." Kraft complimented as he looked at the rich religious elements in the small shop. The wood-carved winged ring symbol occupied half of the wall behind the counter. Holy scriptures are read beside three-pronged candlesticks, two high and one low.

The candlestick was not lit, and the midday sun shone through the window. The fine dust floated in the somewhat dull air, outlining the shape of the light strip. He walked around the store by himself before making a conversation.

"Thank you, do you want to buy anything?" The old man who was interrupted from reading looked up and felt that he was not from the church, nor did he look like a seminary student, so his attitude was relatively cold.

"I want an ordinary dip pen, just a nib will do." Kraft glanced at the sacred book in his hand, which was a high-quality manuscript. "I also want some paper like this."

"I'm looking for it." The shopkeeper stood up holding the table, walked to the shelf, and picked up a box, "Are you a student of the college?"

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

"Then I can give you a discount." The old man turned around and put the open box on the counter. There was a dip pen with a brass tip lying inside. The pine pen barrel was polished smooth, "There is also paper. , this kind of paper writes more smoothly than parchment."

"Huh?" Kraft was a little surprised. He never thought that Teacher Anderson's identity could bring such treatment.

The old man didn't mean to explain in detail, but just counted the papers and handed them to him: "The people in the college are all very good people."

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Kraft thanked the store owner and walked out holding the paper and the box containing the pen. Although he didn't know why, the discount was really good.

He stuffed the things into the package fixed to the horse and led the horse to enjoy the beautiful afternoon sunshine in the square. At this time, it was the hottest time of the day, and the winter cold was driven away from the earth. He could take a long walk, starting from Saint Simon Square, and then walking north from the main north-south road, looking for random places on the road. Order something to eat and then arrive at Wendengang College in Wendengang North District in the evening.

The college and the church are the two most important buildings in Wendeng Port. One is on the northern periphery of the city, and the other is in the center of the city near the port. At first glance, it seems that they are a little lower, and this is actually the case.

The church was built as early as when Saint Simon came to Wendeng Port to preach. At that time, Wendeng Port was not that big. The establishment of the college will take 20 to 30 years, and a large part of it will be funded by the church, which directly leads to the situation where the seminary is the only one in the entire college, and other colleges have to step aside.

Including the iconic bell tower of the college, the church was built entirely with sufficient funds. The church’s own architect hired all the interior and exterior decorations. When you hear the bells every day and look up, you will see a bell tower built like a church tower. It doesn't matter if it's a church school.

San Simeon Square is relatively clean in winter, with all bird droppings and snow cleared away. Judging from the fact that there were people sitting directly on the ground in front, everyone still trusted the church's cleaning work.

Taking a closer look, ah, it turned out to be the two scholars wearing brown robes I had seen before. One person was sitting under the statue of Saint Simon with his left arm supported, his back leaning against the pedestal and his face looking in pain. The other one was standing on the side, talking to three people in black clothes, turning his head to look at his companions from time to time.

Moving closer, Craft overheard their conversation.

"No, it's really not necessary. Just help us find a clinic. There's no need to disturb you like this."

"Really? I think he has broken a bone. Let's take him back to the academy to have a look. Our teachers should all be there." One of them rolled up the sleeves of his black clothes and looked very enthusiastic, completely unaware of his companion. The twisted expression and the hand pulling him aside.

However, after hearing this, the scholar in brown robe refused even more firmly: "Although I am very grateful to you, it is really not needed. He is really just a little injured."

The scholar sitting on the ground was already sweating profusely in pain, but in order to cooperate with his companion, he still forced a smile: "Yes, I feel much better. I'm really sorry to waste your time."

This could not be understood any more, but the enthusiastic person was still unwilling to give up and reached out to help him with a concerned look on his face. Another man in black clothes reached out and grabbed his shoulders, pulling him back desperately.

The brown-robed scholar who was negotiating with him took a step forward to stand between his companions and the stranger, looking around for help. The square in the winter afternoon was empty, and only Kraft was nearby.

He saw that Kraft had a sword scabbard hanging on his waist, and he was wearing clothes with good-looking fabrics and a cloak. He felt that he was a young nobleman who was going out, at least not a servant, so he waved to this side and shouted: "That man over there Sir, can I ask you a favor?"

Kraft seemed to understand what was going on. They were dressed in black and were students of the academy, but other academy members were a little afraid of them, and even acted like they were kidnapped on the street. Based on their conversations, the answer seemed to come out.

Oh, you are from medical school, right? I just heard the horrible rumors about you.

The enthusiastic medical student still didn't understand why his classmates didn't need him and asked passers-by to help, but he still took the initiative to introduce the situation first.

"We are medical students. The teacher asked us to go out to buy some experimental materials, and we happened to meet our classmates from the law school." He explained, with a sunny face under his dark brown curly hair, and the concerned expression on his face was what Kraft said. Familiar, "He seems to have a fracture. Can you help us take him back? I don't trust the clinics outside."

Well, I can tell, aren't you discussing with the experimental materials, but he seems reluctant.

The "experimental material" was robbed and he hurriedly explained to himself: "No, I'm really good. Can you take me to a nearby clinic? Maybe apply some ointment and I will get better." With the current temperature, he The sweat on your head is not very convincing.

His companion wanted to add something, but Craft interrupted him.

"Can you let me take a look?" Kraft looked at his nervous look and added, "My name is Kraft Wood. The Wood family gained honor on the battlefield, so they are quite familiar with trauma."

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

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