Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

"So this is the place painted on the gold coin?" Coop asked uncertainly. He only remembered mentioning it once, when talking about gold coins, that it was a bit difficult to connect the somewhat abstract pattern with the complex fortress in which he was located.

"Yes, and I remember you asked once yesterday." Kraft answered while carrying a wooden scroll-like object on the table, which was what Wilbert gave him after working hard all night. Two letters of kitchen menus and a list of guests were sent at the same time, "Temporary random inspection, how do you spell the castle?"

"ah?"

The unprepared Coop was caught off guard. Since leaving the Port of Comfort, Kraft's strictness in homework has become increasingly overwhelming, and spot checks have become even more pervasive. Who would have expected that an encounter would be triggered as soon as he opened his mouth.

Yvonne, who seemed not to have noticed this and had been reading silently with her head down, quickly raised her head and raised her hand to attract Kraft's attention.

However, she must not have been fully prepared. She struggled to get the spelling together and even missed a letter. Kupp was prompted and later gave the correct answer.

"It can be more detailed, it's still very good." Kraft thought for a while, and just in time to clear the table, he handed the fruit plate to Yvonne, "The winner takes all, and today's fruit is yours."

Encouraged by the small victory, she happily took the plate, showed a rare smile that was harder to catch than the sweetness of wild blueberries, took away a ripe orange and returned the plate to Kraft.

It was rare. The last time I saw Yvonne showing clear happiness was when she was playing with a rusty dagger that she hadn't lost yet. As a self-proclaimed half-guardian, I always felt that this child was good at everything, motivated and sensible, but a bit... introverted.

According to someone's only remaining educational knowledge, children's psychological guidance should mainly focus on affirming correct behavior and providing positive incentives.

When Kupp was confused and questioned the fairness and legitimacy of the game, Kraft gave him a look that said, "Are you so embarrassed to compete with a child?" He pulled out one end of the scroll and handed it to him, "Hold it for me, thank you. This The thing seems to be quite big, what on earth is it?”

The wooden shaft rolled away on the table, revealing its contents, which was roughly an elliptical drawing spread out around a blue line.

The title directly above reveals its identity - a map of the Westminster area.

This somewhat puzzled Kraft. There is a black line on it that is consistent with the ink marks on other papers. It starts from the fortress pattern in the middle, goes around half of the map, passes through a series of named or unnamed marked points, and then circles back to the fort.

"What does this mean?" Kraft flipped through the list and menu, and finally found the source on the last piece of paper that listed more than ten place names and notes.

It seems like a travel route?

The note mentioned that the Duke does not live in the castle all year round. As a rule, he will patrol the direct territories and go to the countryside to spend some leisure time.

This directly declared the bankruptcy of Kraft's retrospective environmental plan. During the period from winter to early spring three months ago, patients were running around the territory. Tuberculosis did not prevent him from wandering from one settlement to another in a carriage, and his journey took him as far as a logging estate on the edge of the forest.

With the current process, although the Duke has lasted for so long and will not die within a few months, even if Kraft is given wings, it will not be enough for him to fly this line again.

"Alas." He let out a helpless sigh, opened the Duke's menu, and browsed it roughly.

The overlap with the banquet is quite high, but as a daily meal, the categories are reduced each time, but overall the richness is increased.

Meatless birds include golden pheasants, teal, sparrows, swans, and even peacocks. The last two items are specifically stated to be served at small gatherings only. Fish generally appears on the table as side dishes and accompaniments, except for a roasted dolphin that challenges the imagination and is the main course in some cases.

In addition to the common pigs and cattle, mammals include rabbit meat, bear meat, horse meat, etc. The parts selected show a high degree of openness, including the legs, spine, head, tail, heart, liver and even another tail.

In terms of vegetarian dishes, thanks to the local natural environment, there is no less space. It is common to add fruits to the meat to soften the greasiness. There is also apple broth, a food that hits the soul of another world. In contrast, the cooking involving various fungi is much more normal. Even the sweet mushroom pie is not unacceptable, and the raw white-bellied mushrooms are just right for dipping.

In the reading experience that is like an upgrade for the brain, the consciousness drifts over one outrageous dish after another, and gradually gives up understanding.

But this well explains why the Duke was able to wander around before. With this appetite and a protein-rich diet, it was no accident that he survived the tuberculosis, and it was no fluke that he survived the bloodletting. But for the new change in condition, the general condition would have been well suited to withstand the treatment.

Tangled and unimaginable recipes are intertwined in the consciousness. Considering the standard view, there are countless risk factors, especially meat from various sources, but none of them fits the existing clues.

A large amount of information is thrown into the mind, like particles in Brownian motion running around in the mind, colliding or passing by at will, forming effective or ineffective combination results.

They collide with the regular and orderly professional knowledge and accompany the abnormal lesions seen by the spiritual senses.

It is impossible to know whether these contents are driven by oneself, or whether they are out of control and wander outside the ideological framework, creating some contents that are beyond the reach of consciousness, and then feed back to themselves in the form of some kind of revelation. Something like intuition guided him, and he discovered...

【inspiration】

Kraft felt for no reason that there was a direction in his hand. There was the thread he wanted in the ball of wool, but he couldn't find it for a while.

For this reason, he needs more information and more enlightenment. The information may be below, as long as he takes the next step...

"Dong dong dong!"

A knock on the door interrupted his thinking, and Martin's voice came from outside the door, "Good day, Professor Craft."

"I'm sorry to bother you. I know you are all busy with the Duke's affairs, but I think this news... huh?"

The Duke's knight opened the door and found Kraft leaning over a few pieces of paper without saying a word. One of the two attendants was leaning on the edge of the table, almost asleep, and the other was flipping through the pamphlet in a low voice. It seemed that they were doing their own thing. The condition has been better for a while.

"Oh, Knight Martin, please tell me." Kraft swept away the pages he had already written down and sat back in his chair with a slightly dazed expression. These are all in line with Martin's impression of academic people who are always immersed in their own world. .

"If you have no necessary activities recently, it is best not to leave Westminster." He was still wearing the armor from yesterday, changed into a burqa, and carried an armed helmet with blue-dyed feathers under his arm.

"What's wrong?"

"We went to the servant's residence. The neighbor said that he had shown special interest in the church recently and often went out to participate in gatherings and prayers." Martin looked at Kraft seriously, and the latter immediately understood what he meant.

The thought that had not yet cooled down started to work again, putting more weight into the new information, and he grasped a factor that seemed to have no relevance.

"Martin, when did the cult you mentioned recently start operating in Westminster?"

…

There was some inspiration, sure, but my gut was still whispering that this wasn't the original "inspiration."