Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 22 A Chance

Under the shocked gazes of his grandfather and teacher Anderson, Kraft took out the badge, the black robe of the medical school, and the book presented by the professor, and pushed them onto the table.

He also felt that it was difficult to explain, so let the facts prove it.

Ryan didn't speak at the side. Anyway, he didn't believe Kraft's words of "reading a certain book in his grandfather's collection", but he didn't want Kraft to be unable to explain it. Said by Kraft himself.

"Anyway, after I helped them cure a student from the law school next door. Their Professor Kalman may have overestimated my ability and invited me to be a lecturer in the medical school."

As we all know, as long as things are outrageous enough and a foregone conclusion, when there are slots everywhere, people don't know where to question its problems.Old Wood was already stunned by the fact that his grandson might be a genius. He only knew that the lecturers of Wendenggang College belonged to high-level cultural people, but he couldn't tell how high the level was.

It's like he knew that Anderson was a lecturer in the Faculty of Arts, but he was limited to knowing that Anderson could read and write fluently and had good handwriting that looked fancy.As for the details of subjects such as the history of poetry and literature, Old Wood didn't know anything about it.

Fortunately, Anderson still grasped the point: "Are you still able to heal?"

He still knows the level of his students very well, and he accounts for three points of the credit for being able to read and write fluently, and the remaining seven points are all due to Old Wood's stick education.Said to go to self-study, it is true that the fish in the mountains and rivers can laugh so hard.

"Ah, yes, I took a look at the batch of shredded paper that my grandfather bought at a low price last year." Kraft looked away and scratched his head to hide his embarrassment.

"Why don't I know, show it to your teacher?" Old Wood really likes to buy these things, or it can be said that the little nobles these days have this habit to some extent.

Whether it is to decorate the bookshelf to save face, or a fan of occultism like Old Wood, they are all loyal customers in this market.

The entire revised book is too expensive, but some scattered papers collected from various channels are not the same.These papers may have been a collection of books that lacked maintenance due to various reasons, or they may have been a random practice of writing, and the content is even more varied.

There are some stories and novels, scholars’ notes, poetry albums, and the medieval version of I Love Invention, etc., scattered and inconsistent, without beginning and end, it is not enough to describe. It can only be said to be the wreckage of books, which has lost its original value. .

Those who pretend to buy it are bought and re-bound at will and put it on the bookshelf, so that they will not be revealed when they are taken down; while occult enthusiasts who do not have sufficient funds pan for gold in it, looking for the bequests of the predecessors that may be mixed in.

Except for one or two serious old books, these scattered "books" are the bulk of what Old Wood bought and studied with Anderson.Because I really didn't have much hope, it was purely a hobby, and I didn't take these things seriously.

"I don't know. I thought it was useless at first, but I couldn't find it later." Kraft was determined to tell the truth, but seeing the angry eyes of his grandfather and Mr. Anderson, he hesitated, "But I still write it down. gone."

"Did you write it down?" Anderson, like Ryan, felt that his IQ had been insulted.

"Yes, I've written them all down." Given Kraft's current situation, it was just a thought to randomly pick a piece of content from the previous textbook and combine it with the content of the current monograph, and immediately brought the content of his lecture to Anderson. Segment anatomy to pathology infusion.

Happy, happy!The so-called riches and honors do not return to their hometowns, such as walking in brocade clothes at night.Kraft in this world has never recited fluently in front of Anderson, and today he can finally show off his "superpower" in front of teachers and parents.

The 10-minute narration, from the production of yellow fluid in the liver to the concentrated storage in the gallbladder, to the relationship between jaundice and liver disease, did not stop in the middle, which made Anderson, who was born in a liberal arts school, dizzy and began to doubt himself Is there a problem with his education level, so that such a talent was wasted in years of education.

When Kraft paused without further ado, everyone present had been completely convinced by him, believing that the Wood family had produced a medical genius.

"Okay, I have no objection, Kraft, please go back to the medical school and take up your post." The happiest person is Old Wood, not only because the style of the whole family has been raised all of a sudden, but also because he has seen how much he has treated Krafft over the years. The correction of the future path has been fruitful.

In the future, when Kraft takes over the family, he shouldn't be so hot-headed and take a group of people to the battlefield to make contributions.Relying on the college, we can establish a network of relationships leading to the big nobles and big businessmen in the city, so that the family can develop in the city. This is the best way out that Old Wood can think of.

He was a nobleman fought on the battlefield, but he didn't tie his eyes to the battlefield. The death of his son made him more convinced of this.This kind of unstable thing is not what Old Wood wants.

"Isn't it? There's no need to be so anxious. I still want to rest in the castle for a while." Kraft was not as impatient as his grandfather. He felt that he might need to be quiet for a while to sort out what happened during this time. everything of.

"That's right, I understand at the college, don't be in a hurry." Anderson picked up the badge and looked at it, then put it back on the folded black robe, "I just happened to write a few letters to some lecturers I had good relationships with before, you Remember to get acquainted with them when you come to the academy."

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In the next few days, Kraft, who had been on the road for a long time, finally got a chance to rest.

Get up early every day with Ryan to regain the two-handed sword and windmill stunt in the castle courtyard, enjoy the vegetable soup with milk and ham, and carefully read "Humorology" and "Human Structure" given by the professor.

In addition to the beautiful life of being brutal in body and civilized in mind, Kraft set aside a lot of time to lie on the lawn on the hillside and think.

After quieting down, he finally had a chance to start thinking about everything that had happened recently.

The inexplicable crossing, the fusion of souls, the indescribable things in the night, the "gift" it left to itself - the consciousness that broke through the limit, and the "price" that remained in the deepest part that could not be understood.

No, it cannot be said to be a "price", he faintly felt that that was the real "gift".

His situation is like the prisoner in the cave described by Plato in "The Republic".He has been trapped in a cave all his life without seeing the outside world. Occasionally, sunlight shines in and casts shadows of objects on the cave walls.

Prisoners have only seen the shadows of objects, and they think that is the essence of things and the reality of the world.

However, one day, for unknown reasons, he, a prisoner, was briefly pulled out into the outside world.He saw a scene he had never seen in his life-dazzling light, rich colors flowing on the ground and in the sky, plants, animals and rocks, presented in front of his eyes in three-dimensional images that he had never heard or seen before, and he had only seen rock walls The brain of the shadow on the upper plane is completely unable to explain all this for him.

Unfortunately, but fortunately, the poor man fell back into the familiar cave after this brief moment, with a rose hanging on him.

He thought the shadow cast by the rose on the cave wall was his precious souvenir, but he was afraid of the rose itself, just because he didn't understand three-dimensional things at all, let alone pick it up, and he would be scratched by the thorns just by touching it. Got blood dripping.

He will probably never understand what that is for the rest of his life, and he doesn't know whether he should get in touch with that "truth".

But he knew that with a mortal mind, that bonus, that is, his liberated consciousness, was already precious enough.It allows him to search out every corner of his memory and endows him with powerful thinking ability.

He can use this to become a good lecturer, an excellent family heir, a good doctor, a future professor, and a disseminator of knowledge.
At least for now he has a decent chance to be what both souls would like to be.

(End of this chapter)