Krafft's Anomaly Notes

The next day, after returning to the manor for some preparations, the team decided to head into the forest under the leadership of the lumberjack Sean, to find out where they found the rotten jujube tree.

Most people neither understood nor cared about the reason for this order, and showed a rather rare obedience and discipline, even the commander Martin was just a knight.To some extent, this may be more rare than pure personal force.

War horses are indeed not suitable for entering the forest without roads, and they have no practical value. Only a few pack horses are brought in with the team to bear the weight of several pairs of armor and camping equipment.As well as the kerosene that Kraft asked to bring, the small cans were packed in mesh bags, some straw was placed between each other for shock absorption, and they were hung on the side of the saddle.

Considering the load, Kraft is destined to not be satisfied with the amount he carries, but objective conditions do not allow him to carry more.

Martin felt that there was no need to add more.This is the oil used to burn the gate of the fortress during the attack, the effect is so good that it makes people feel insecure, and it feels insecure to keep it around.However, he is still willing to follow the advice of professionals and bring some, in case it is necessary to arrange a cremation for the mushroom-growing pagan.

Having said that, do medical school professors really use kerosene in their professional work?

With this small question in mind, Martin took a rest at the lumberyard, and followed the guide who only brought simple luggage into the forest.

According to Sean, the "quite far" in his mouth is about two or three days on foot in the forest, and it would be inconvenient to bring the wood back to the lumberyard any further.The upper reaches of the river in the forest are not deep enough, and there are many shoals of stones, or tree branches that hang down in the water to block the way. It cannot drift along the river like the section of the river that goes down from the logging camp, and can only be brought back by manpower.

When they are lucky, they will also bring back some special products in the forest, such as small animals, berries, wild vegetables, etc., all hidden in the long green curtain, which is much richer than the often disturbed outer forest.It's just that the last few times seem to be bad luck, and the harvest is not as good as in previous years.

It is quite difficult to move forward in this environment, and it is often necessary to use hand axes to open the way, cut and divide various plants that you know or don't know, and squeeze out a small amount of space for walking.

"Uh... I think there may be a little bit of water in the ears, but it's not a problem at all. Do you have any instructions?" The subordinate shook his head, trying to shake out the water that didn't exist.

It is precisely because of this that Martin must be optimistic about the group of guys who manage the bonfire, so as not to have another accident where someone shares a bunch of grilled white-bellied mushroom slices with him after a while.No matter for the sake of insurance or psychological repulsion, he no longer wants to associate mushrooms with food.

When the uneven alternation of hot and cold also emerged from the bone marrow, Kraft realized that it was not as simple as a wrong state.

"Borrow me an ax."

Along the way, they encountered some wild berries and other harvests, as well as mushrooms, but they were scattered scattered, and they had never seen that kind of obviously abnormal vigorous growth.

These troubles reassure those who know the goal on the other hand.No matter what they were after, it was impossible to move in such a forest without leaving a trace. Even a ghost would have to leave two footprints.

The change in that feeling is not obvious, just like the sun-warmed rock slab and the slightly cooler metal before dawn, or the numbness and tingling sensation like the fine and flickering snowflake screen of the old TV, which is used as the port to input signals to him.

Kraft stepped away from the tree trunk and stepped back towards the tree, the sense of abnormality lessened a little from the hallucinations.

"I'll walk around, it won't be too far away." Kraft walked to a place with few people outside the camp. He always felt that he was not in a good condition today. Feel.

"Kup, come here." Kraft waved to the idle servant, "Do you feel uncomfortable? Dizziness, drowsiness, etc."

Fortunately, the space here is a little wider, and there is a forest clearing to camp without bothering to clean it up, which is gratifying.

Empirically, staying away from the crowd at this time should improve the situation, so he refused Kupp's company, and leaned alone under a tree that could be looked after outside the camp, waving his hand to indicate that he would stay here, No need to worry.

As he continued to distance himself, the feeling did not subside, and returned to the original level. It seemed that it was just a small fluctuation of inaccurate perception.

"Of course, it's not his fault. It won't be easy to replace anyone. We can look for it in the next few weeks. At least the vegetation here is not too dense."

After sticking the back of his head on the tree trunk for a while, the fresh air of nature did not make him feel better. Instead, the left arm he swung just now seemed to be strained too much, and the soreness radiated around the hard object, swimming among the muscles.

After more than two days of tossing, Sean finally found the area where he came to log last time by relying on a special-looking split lightning strike log as a signpost.

"Wait a moment." Kupp ran back to the camp, quickly borrowed an ax from Sean, and handed it to Kraft.

He simply walked around the camp, feeling the undulating and sticky feeling of moisture, like ripples on a swimming pool, and he was always flopping in this untouchable edge of the swimming pool.

"I remember there seems to be a proverb: look for a specific tree in the woods." Martin looked around the low vegetation and sparse forest, and felt that the sunlight falling from the top of his head was much more abundant, and it was no longer intercepted by the tree canopy. Nine, "meaning the impossible."

"I really don't know when we will find it." Martin shook his head and walked away to check on the progress of the shoveling of the subordinates, and to supervise them not to heat up and eat any wild game they picked up.

Indeed, it is only a rough area, and it is really impossible to find the stump left by the last time by memory.

And the sinking mind seems to be soaked in a very light liquid brewed from gossip, and its existence can only be discovered when you feel it carefully.

And here, at the root of the tree at the foot, there is a cluster of palm umbrella mushrooms the size of a finger.Looking at the color, it doesn't look like the kind that can put people down, but it is closer to the image of edible fungi in the traditional view.

It is not easy to find a large enough open space for camping at night, and it takes a lot of time and energy to clean up, and the restlessness is constantly brewing.At this time, the kerosene they carried helped to ignite the fire in the damp.

Trees are probably the things they saw the most in the past few days. Facing this kind of problem, Kraft also felt tricky, "I shouldn't expect that Sean to find the location accurately."

The infestation of insects and ants, as well as the leaves that always carry moisture, make the body feel wet and slightly itchy all the time.Since the route runs roughly along the river, no one knows what it will look like under the seemingly normal layer of fallen leaves. It may be a flat land, or it may be mud that will sink the whole leg.

The latter swung his arm and slashed hard towards the nearest tree trunk. The two ax marks sank into the tree trunk and joined at the center of the tree, cutting off a wedge-shaped piece of wood.

However, Kraft did not intend to cut down the tree. After prying out the wood chips, he immediately switched to another tree, repeated more than ten times, circled the camp once, and returned to the center of the camp with a large number of waste wood chips.

"We don't have to bother to find the tree we cut last time."

"You mean...?" Picking up a piece, Martin saw the light patch that had loosened the wood and erased the growth rings.

"It's all over here."