Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

After receiving the world's first ether anesthesia treatment, Corwin was handed over to the disposal of the church, or to the judgment of the bishop.

Of course, as a reward, the doctor, as a devout guest who was about to bring huge benefits to the church, made a request to the visitors, hoping to obtain leniency for the delinquent young man, at least not to be lynched-so as not to damage the special meaning of this time. medical outcomes.

Before leaving, Kraft enthusiastically held his still intact left hand and confirmed again: "Mr. Corwin, are you sure this is your real name? Is there a surname, full name, or something you'd rather hear called?"

"No more. My name is Corwin. It's really gone." He looked a little scared. From the perspective of the victim, it can be described as: eyes closed and opened, hand broken; closed and opened again. , the hand was taken back again.

"I believe you will not regret it. May Heavenly Father bless you, Mr. Corwin."

Although he still wants to observe for a few more days, this outstanding practitioner in the property redistribution industry has more important things to do, such as assisting the bishop’s staff to find the guy who is trying to make a move outside the market and see if he can provide the church with its financial report for the second half of the year. Contribute.

The church can tolerate that group of rude sailors entering the church, it can acquiesce in the existence of "drunken priests", and it can even turn a blind eye to the red and green area of ​​​​the port; but for the act of reaching into its own backyard and getting involved in the benefits delivered to your door, there is no point in it. No concessions to be made.

If you dare to stretch out your hand, you will chop off your hands. If you dare to stretch out your legs, you will chop off your feet. There is no need to discuss.

But this has nothing to do with Kraft and Adrian. It will be handled by the church forces who have been operating in Solace Harbor for many years. They only need to know that when the money is finally divided, they will get a part more than expected.

On a sunny afternoon, together with the chief mate who arrived, they had the honor to meet the mysterious bishop who comforted the cathedral and the decision-maker of all affairs of the church here.

"The captain asked me to express his sincerest apology to you for being unable to come due to a special illness."

There was an old man in a white robe sitting on a high-backed chair. His white robe was the same as Adrian's except for the model. There was a bright black holy symbol of unknown material hanging on his chest. Hearing this, he nodded slightly, took out his clean and unadorned hands from under the fur blanket, waved to the young priest with a somewhat similar face next to him to do it for him, and then continued to half-close his eyes to enjoy the sunshine with just the right amount of heat.

The wooden and iron-bound box was taken out. It was no more than the size of two thick books, but it was equipped with pull tabs for easy moving.

The young priest tightened his arms and raised the blue veins before he lifted it up and placed it on the thick printed cotton pad on the table with difficulty, making a dull sound like a knight in full armor landing. The iron ring left red and concave marks on the side of his palm.

Needless to say, that kind of weight seems to act directly on the soul, dragging a light soul that can ascend to the kingdom of the Father straight into hell.

"Although we are old acquaintances, at least we can't say we are strangers. It's a pity that William didn't come..." He raised his slack eyelids and glanced past the box to look at the three visitors, especially lingering on Adrian's face. After a while.

"But for such a large amount of money, I think it would be better to deliver it in person."

A small key was handed to the young priest. The old man leaned back in his chair, and the gentle midday sun smoothed the inevitable cold background in the stone building. He seemed to be enjoying this moment. The wrinkles on his old face were stretched and he looked calm and kind.

The box is opened, and ample lighting exposes its contents to everyone. Even if you are mentally prepared, it is difficult to remain calm in front of them when you actually see them.

Yellow, metallic-glossy square ingots, not even round coins, do not require patterns or markings to be engraved, and are neatly stacked in the box in their purest form without leaving any gaps.

My mind was taken away by it for a while, and it became the only thing in my vision. I couldn't see anything else.

Kraft felt his heart skip a beat. Even those who know that this is not their intention will definitely be shaken and shocked for a moment.

He saw the bishop's secret smile of satisfaction, as if the gaffes of everyone present were an interesting diversion from the sun for him. Seeing that Kraft quickly broke away from it, he glanced at him in slight surprise.

In contrast, the young priest's trembling hand holding the key made him a little dissatisfied.

"Piety is the best reward, but the Lord is not stingy with trivial things." The still clear and level voice woke the first mate and Adrian from their shock, as if they were at a sermon, and Clara, who had not read much of the holy scriptures, Ford even wondered if he had picked a line from the book at random.

"The door of the sanctuary is open to everyone at any time. It is the right thing to guide the Lamb of the Lord. If there is any need, you can leave it to Jacques to convey it on your behalf."

The young priest drew an imaginary circle on his chest and made a standard gesture of prayer and blessing. This gesture probably meant the same thing as clasping hands or making the sign of the cross on the chest for otherworldly souls.

He chose the latter between speaking and handing over the key. After the first mate took the key, he briefly introduced himself: "Jacques, ordinary priest, if you have any chores, you can come to me in the main hall of the church. If I am not there, you can also Ask other people and most of them know me.”

"It's an honor to meet you." The first mate looked away from the box and returned the greeting.

As the bishop closed his eyes, the brief meeting ended. He paid little attention to the box from beginning to end, and did not even bother to mention its existence. Jacques walked them to the end of the corridor, and several people left through the back door of the church and returned to the boat—and began to divide the money.

Until he walked into the captain's cabin, the priest was still in disbelief, as if he was in a dream. You actually got such a huge sum of gold?

There is basically no doubt about the distribution. As the main material support for this operation, the angel investor who lost three capable sailors and almost got himself involved in it. He also provided the ship, people, money and life. As the person responsible for the realization of the results, William will get the largest share. .

This ratio is about 40% to 50%, which is enough for him to pay a generous pension, pay dividends to the first mate, and recruit sailors.

And most importantly, changing to a larger ship that can sail for a long time is probably not going to be easy. Large ships have always been ordered and built one by one. It takes a long time from construction to delivery of a new ship, and no one may be willing to sell a ready-made ship. Unless there is a premium, it is not easy to do it just with money.

In fact, the amount he received should be about 40%. He was able to come back alive to share the money. Kraft took great credit and should set aside part of it.

As one of the original participants, Father Adrian successfully received 25% by providing clues and collecting information. Although he did not go to the southern hills to participate in the grand event, this matter would never have been possible without him.

As a staff member who lives, eats, and sleeps in the church, there doesn’t seem to be anything in particular that I need.

In addition to improving his living conditions, the influence of being in the captain's circle for a long time made him decide to invest part of his money in William, buy a stake in his old friend's new ship, and receive a share of future business, turning it into long-term financial resources.

Finally, Kraft, the initiator, core figure, plan designator, and lifeguard of the entire operation, received nearly 35% of the proceeds.

This money far exceeds the cost of customizing instruments, purchasing materials, and setting up a clinic.

Investing in a new boat is a good idea, after all where else can you find a hard working captain who is always on the water?

The so-called wealth that does not return home is like walking in brocade at night. Part of it was delivered to William, and was brought back to Wendeng Port College along with the ether technology. The college forwarded the letter to Lane, who was coming for correspondence and summer shopping next time, telling Old Wood and Anderson that Kraft was doing great things outside and there was no need to worry about it.

The letter had been written long ago: he and his new friends, the captain and the priest, solved the puzzle left by the alchemist, went to the southern hills to hunt for treasure, and with the help of the warm and friendly villagers, experienced the unique local biological environment, and finally found the treasure.

If there is a chance, I will introduce to my grandfather the talent I discovered by chance, the loyal and brave squire Kupu, the next time I go home.

And he, Kraft, will stay in Port Solace for a period of time to conduct animal experiments, perfect equipment, and put it into clinical practice to obtain a large number of cases from a group of sailors who are naturally prone to trauma.

"Koop, Yvonne, come here." Kraft, who became rich overnight, was in a good mood, and the nightmare haze that had been hovering above his head for a long time was also dispelled.

"What's the matter, Mr. Craft?"

"performance bonus!"