In theory, the target audience for this hobby is completely different from semi literate experts like Old Wood.

But others are all groundless rumors, and Old Wood met him when he was young. At night, a group of mysterious people in black robes with fire and light in their hands and painted faces suddenly jumped out, and they could even wipe the fire and light onto their swords. Old Wood's ladle opening team suffered a lot of casualties before they all opened their ladles, and he himself also suffered a knee injury.

According to my description, I was hit by the light when I kicked over one of them, and the entire knee pad twisted and shattered like an indescribable part kicked by a boot, with a small piece of metal embedded in the knee.

As a pragmatist, Old Wood doesn't quite approve of the military priest interpreting these things as pagan tricks. Although the bodies and personal belongings of these people were burned according to the priest's words, the curiosity and longing in their hearts cannot be burned away.

From collecting various talismans in his youth to the strange objects filling the castle now, Old Wood's interest in unknown forces has never diminished. After losing too many family members, it's hard to say if there's any sense of escaping reality, as I've become obsessed with collecting these things.

And when it comes to Professor Anderson, he is even more an old enthusiast of heteromorphism. Back then, I was a well-known enthusiast of abnormal phenomena research at Wendenggang College, but I was struggling with a niche circle and didn't have many people to talk to.

Old Wood, who came to Wendeng Port to find a teacher for Kraft, felt like an old friend at first sight - in the words of the soul of another world, it can be roughly described as Boya meeting Zhong Ziqi, high mountains and flowing waters meeting like-minded people, establishing a friendship that transcends age, cultural differences, and social status.

With Anderson, Old Wood's collection has expanded from objects to various banned and old books. The inventory of the secret library in the castle may have far exceeded the level of ordinary heretics, reaching the level where even a church court would take a high glance.

But not to mention Woodtown, even Wendeng Port is considered a rural area, and the church's control over the entire area is limited to Wendeng Port Church and the square filled with seagulls at the entrance. Being able to clean up bird droppings is already considered diligent by the local leaders.

As long as there is no pagan jumping face with a flying octopus face in the local area, no one will pay attention to feeding seagulls on the square. The fiery gentleman who came here before probably had this reason as well.

Considering that there is no church in the town, Old Wood could easily hold two stone carved rune eyeballs as handles while taking a walk, and someone would praise the bold design style of this thing. It is truly an object used by Mr. Wood.

After learning that a legendary "spellcaster" had arrived at Wendeng Port, Kraft, who was about to go for a stroll, was grabbed and instructed with a bunch of confusing things. He rode on the fastest horse in town in the mist and set off.

It's not the first time something like this has happened since childhood. With the mindset of being happy with his grandfather, Kraft walked around the roadside and was even more ecstatic when he learned about Mr. Firehand's performance of overturning the car, which saved him from trouble.

But as the saying goes, if you come, it doesn't make sense not to bring something for your grandfather. After visiting Mr. Anderson's former colleagues on the way, they learned that a village had dug up "pagan things" and were about to find something to deal with the traffic. The two of them rushed over under the heavy snow - if they arrived late, the villagers might have handed over the things to the church for "purification".

Unfortunately, it was not until they arrived that they realized things were not as they had imagined. That thing is now in the vacant wheat field outside the village, and the part dug up is about one person tall, roughly a black stone prism with patterns.

The monster is strange enough, but obviously it cannot be handled by two people or two horses. Helplessly, Kraft planned to ask his cousin to bring the letter back first, preferably by calling a freight cart from Wendeng Port on the way back.