Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

To my beloved grandfather:

Hope all is well with you there. After ten days of not-so-pleasant trekking in the snow, I was finally able to find a decent set of desks and chairs to write to you.

Mr. Anderson, please don't be angry if you are the one reading this letter. Because there is really no paper and pen here that can write the fancy letters you taught. Even the paper and pen can be found thanks to the heavy snow. Several traveling merchants who took a shortcut were also blocked in this unknown small village. , it took them a while to dig out this pen that looked unreliable.

As for the paper, I brought it with me, but unfortunately it got wet. A few others unfortunately turned into ashes when I tried to dry them, but fortunately I didn't have much to write.

Next comes the business.

I was not able to see the "spell caster" with "genuine talent and practical knowledge" that my grandfather mentioned before. He was the one you asked me to invite to be the "enlightener" (if I remember correctly, that's what he was called) coming).

He now has a nickname, it seems to be called Wendeng Port Fireman or something. He only got it half a month before I arrived at Wendeng Port.

The rough story is that I burnt my left hand while demonstrating spellcasting methods to the local academy. It should be quite serious - the description of the scholar I met is simply too difficult to repeat. Of course, it is not important, and it is not important to write it here. suitable.

The important thing is that when a few scholars who were not frightened sent him to the doctor, some small props fell out of his burned sleeves. It was said that they were related to his so-called "casting spells" before.

If there were no accidents, like other less-skilled liars, the confession from his self-proclaimed disciple would be enough to send both of them to Wendeng Port's special seawater prison.

But looking at it now, he probably won't have the chance to go to jail to explore whether the ghost legend is true.

The doctor said Mr. Firehand didn't survive the amputation. As for how it developed into amputation, I can only say that it is very regrettable.

Seriously, I know what you're going to say about "it's never wrong to give it a try" again. Ever since I was a child, you have been used to telling me about the strange things I encountered on the battlefield, such as people with fire and light in their hands. Teacher Anderson also likes your stories and helps you study those books.

Let me tell you, you certainly didn't turn your sleeves carefully when you hacked them to death. To take a step back, even if there were indeed "spell casters", they would have been recruited away by those big shots. How could they come to Wendeng Port with such arrogance and perform "spell casters" for those scholars?

The paper is limited. Although I also want to copy what Teacher Anderson assigned, it is not enough.

I will stay in this village for a few days, and Cousin Ryan will leave first. When he hands the letter to you, I will be home in a few days.

Signed: Kraft