Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

"Can you two help me find yesterday's piece of paper marked "Tem Downstream"? It should be on that table." The man who was immersed in drawing a list of pictures at the table put down his pen, straightened his back, and moved his cervical vertebrae.

There seemed to be a slight crackling sound coming from his spine, and the soreness reminded him that if he continued like this, disc herniation was not a distant thing.

Father Adrian was lying on a recliner on the side. His physical condition did not allow him to sit and stand for long periods of time, so he had to rest for a while after writing half a page.

In the past few days, he had frequently contacted several friends he knew who were in the ore business, as well as friends of friends. He took Kraft to various taverns in the port area at night, and he was really exhausted.

A string of bubbly snoring sounds emerged from behind his cheeks, and it looked like there would be no hope for a while.

Most of the content had to be sorted out by Kraft. It was not easy to summarize the chatting elements written down into effective content.

The ideal information should be "There is a certain mine in a certain place, and the operation time starts from a certain year and ends a few years later."

But the actual situation is generally "like", "probably", "maybe", "heard" or "heard someone say" at a certain purchase point that the supply of goods has changed.

Not to mention that the position and time of the expression are erratic, the credibility alone is very doubtful. Normal people are not like Kraft, and memory deviation is very normal.

Therefore, after recording and summarizing the information obtained, it had to be classified item by item and listed in different files by region. The priest persisted for a while and then gave up completely, and was only willing to be responsible for the first step of summarizing the work.

Kraft was so busy that during a short break, he finally realized that there were two idle people in the room and tried to draw them into the work queue.

The two of them, one large and one small, left their chairs in cooperation and walked to the table. They tacitly agreed not to reach out and looked at the neatly folded papers, deep in thought.

They looked at each other, waiting for the other to show them what to do, and then quickly realized that the other wasn't hired to do this either.

"Sorry." The thin-skinned person was the first to break the silence. Yvonne lowered his head and whispered, "I can't understand."

"Me too, me too." Coop had long recognized his status. I was excited for a while when I first came here, thinking that Kraft giving me this opportunity must mean that I was special and could make achievements like the followers of the heroes in the old stories.

First, seasickness gave him a heavy blow, and then he realized that what he could do was too far away from Kraft's daily work, and there was no point in being a guard.

Probably its only function is a large pendant, which can indicate the person's identity and background. It is essentially the same meaning as the medical school badge worn on the black robe. It can replace the badge when traveling in regular clothes.

"My fault." I'm so busy. If you stay in the ivory tower of the academy for a long time, you will feel that the people around you are Lucius and Liston. Traditionally speaking, the only "team" that can follow him around and belong directly to him is followers like Kupp.

It can be said that the academy has spoiled him. There are talented people everywhere who are willing to help him handle affairs, so that they have overlooked one important thing - serious followers are cultivated by themselves.

Not to mention Coop, even Yvonne started a little late at this age, so now he can only make up for it.

"Bring the chairs over here, we need to talk." The sorting work was almost done, and Kraft found the record of the downstream tributary on his own and filled in the last gap in the waterway from the coast to the Teme River.

"Don't be restrained. The Wood family has never had any traditions regarding etiquette, and I have not inherited the title for the time being."

Turning over a page of notes, Kraft gestured as if he was reading and chatting, indicating that this was not a formal conversation.

"I believe you have also discovered a small problem." Of course it is not a small problem. Medicine is a subject that is often related to statistics. It can be expected that there will be more and more similar scenes in the future. Without an assistant, a person will be exhausted sooner or later.

"So I will try my best to teach you something, at least to know common words. But further development depends on your own wishes. Have you ever thought about what you like to do?"

Quickly scanning the page and matching it with the map, Kraft turned the pages to hide the fact that he had no idea. I accepted these two people out of an attitude of being helpful, and I had no plans for the future. I could only count on their speeches to provide some inspiration.

The relaxed atmosphere that had just been created immediately turned serious. The incident happened suddenly, we said it was just a casual chat, but why did it seem like we were at the juncture of choosing the future of our lives?

To the accompaniment of the priest's snoring, Kraft finished reading the northward part of the coastal route, but the two of them still didn't answer.

How does it feel when no one answers questions in class? The teacher suddenly felt a little more sympathetic to the teacher who asked questions in class. It would be better to find someone to share the embarrassment with.

"Coop, don't look at Yvonne. You've been talking to me for two months. Are you afraid that I won't be able to charge you tuition? Just tell me, I can teach you medicine if you want."

"No, no, no, Mr. Kraft, I didn't mean that." Cupp quickly denied it. He neither thought Kraft would charge him tuition nor did he think he had the talent to touch upon content that was difficult for all members of the academy to learn.

When things come to a close, an answer must be given. He thinks he still has some strength and is pretty good at the port. "I want to learn how to use weapons."

"Okay, start training with me from tomorrow. I'll let you try out various weapons and pick the one you're good at." Kraft readily agreed, and Kupp's choice was no surprise.

This is a compulsory course for almost all followers, and it is also the most likely way for ordinary people to rise. Typical success stories are around you.

"The Wood family is a noble martial artist. I think my grandfather will like you."

Coop made a good start. Kraft turned to Yvonne and read a few more pages while waiting. He didn't say anything to urge her, nor did she have high hopes.

He was ready to give her basic education first and then let her choose. The influence of a young age was two-sided, it would limit her vision and also give her greater plasticity.

Perhaps it was Kraft's straightforward promise to Coop that gave Yvonne confidence. She finally plucked up the courage when Kraft finished marking the bayou area and dipped her pen in ink.

"Can I ask a question before I choose?"

"Of course, you can ask questions at any time, including making changes after making a choice, but the time you spend is your own." Asking questions is a good thing, indicating that you are at least thinking about it, and Kraft is happy to promote this trend.

Under his expectant gaze, Yvonne pinched the corner of his clothes and asked a question that seemed slightly offensive to Coop: "If you come early enough, can you cure my father?"

"Can't." He answered faster than Coop, and Kraft didn't see anything embarrassing in admitting his incompetence. No one here can take back the life of a stroke and pneumoconiosis patient from the hands of the Heavenly Father. Cerebrovascular problems are difficult to deal with in the age of alien souls.

"Then how good a doctor can cure it?" Yvonne asked again. Coop covered his face. He knew that Kraft was extremely skilled. Such people are usually conceited. How could he ask this?

Kraft stopped drawing the pen on the map and fell silent. Just when the two of them were a little nervous, he held his chin and said in a vague tone that Coop was unfamiliar with, "Probably in a few hundred years." Will the doctor have a chance?"

"And it's not easy. It's only possible if timely intervention occurs when the disease occurs." He added, adding some prerequisites.

"But you have to know that they did not pop out of the stone for hundreds of years, but they enjoyed the accumulated results of hundreds of years, including what we are doing now."

"Then I want to study medicine."

"A good choice, but it's not easy. You have to be prepared for a lot of hard work." Kraft smiled, rolled up the map, and ended today's conversation, "And you will have to do some exercise with us in the morning."

"Because it's going to be a bit of a hilly road ahead."