Chapter 176 Dreams

Philip Knight walked in the fields, and the muddy road after being soaked by the rain was difficult to navigate, but with the help of the strong physical fitness and coordination ability of the extraordinary professional, he has been active in this area for a long time.

This is the land around the castle. From the legal point of view, they belong to the lord directly. The serfs who belong to the Kant family are all cultivating here. Now, since the harvest has been completed, the stalks have also been burned, and the land has been No more toiling serfs to be seen.

This land is fertile and contains incredible magic.

Knight Philip was not from a farmer, but a noble knight with strong roots, but this does not mean that he does not understand the land: a low-level noble like a knight often has to deal with the land, and he has to manage his own Farm, personally overseeing the harvesting and sowing of crops (though they are now all gone with a fire in Old Cecil Land), so he can tell the difference between good and bad soil and whether it contains enough potion The power to grow.

He squatted down beside a field, put his hand on the muddy ground, and a thin radiance floated from the soil, and a little bit escaped between his palm and the soil, the young knight followed suit. Zhi frowned slightly.

As guessed, these magic powers are not contained in the land itself, but come from the outside world. There are some external factors that are affecting the magic power balance in this area, causing this kind of unnatural magic power enrichment phenomenon.

Philip stood up and looked at the ancient castle on the hillside not far away. He had checked the farmland in many places, and found that the closer the field to the castle, the more obvious the enrichment of magic power. A few pieces of land are the places where the potion grows.

Without the catalysis of Druid spellcasting, it is not easy to grow magical medicines naturally on ordinary land - the more thoroughly developed areas are by human beings, the more the magic power contained in the land declines. If it takes two years of farming and one year of fallow, then a piece of land that can grow potions will need at least three times of fallow to recover. However, in Kant, the production of potions has been steadily increasing, and the export has never stopped.

Obviously, the castle is releasing energy fluctuations that are enough to cause the accumulation of magic power. However, Philip had already carefully sensed it when he lived in the castle last night. There was no abnormal magic reaction in the castle, and he did not feel any belongings. The evil breath of cultists.

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In Kant Castle, Gawain visited the three-hundred-year-old building under the guidance of Victor Victor and the old butler Carter. They had just left a showroom with rich collections and were walking to the book On the way to the pavilion, Viscount Victor was proudly introducing to Gawain the history of the building, and how his family rose three hundred years ago and has continued to this day.

But Victor Victor is already old after all. He is much older than Butler Carter, and in his early years, he suffered from a problem in his muscles and bones due to an accident. When he led the guests to the middle of the tour, his physical strength could not keep up. .

The old viscount had to apologize to Gawain, saying that he wanted to go back to his room to rest, but of course Gawain would not pursue this - he could still visit here well under the leadership of Butler Carter.

The wide and long corridor became only Gawain and an elderly butler left. The two walked in the corridor decorated with tapestries and wall lamps, while the latter dutifully continued to introduce the castle.

Gawain interrupted him suddenly: "Mr. Carter, how many years have you served the Kant family?"

"It has been almost fifty years, my lord," said the old butler proudly. "I have been taking care of this family since I was a boy."

Gawain nodded approvingly: "An excellent servant, then you must know this place and the Viscount's family very well."

The old housekeeper nodded reservedly: "Yes, I understand all this, just like I understand my own hands and feet."

"Last night, in my room, I saw a tall tower on the opposite side. The tall tower was set off by several smaller towers. It looked very magnificent on a rainy night," Gawain said. "What is that tower for? ?"

The reserved and proud expression on the old butler's face suddenly stiffened for a moment, and then he frowned slightly: "Sir Duke, that is the North Tower, please forgive me for being rude, but that is a place that cannot be visited for you."

"North Tower?" Gawain raised his eyebrows slightly, "Ah, I heard when I was chatting with your master before that the Viscountess seemed to live in the North Tower... I was reckless. But the Viscountess lives there all year round. Tower? She doesn't live in the castle?"

"Well, the hostess has been living there since her health deteriorated," the old housekeeper shook his head. "She can't see the light and can't stand the noise. The north tower is the cleanest place in the castle."

"I shouldn't inquire about other people's family affairs, but I'm really curious about this matter," Gawain continued. Others may be embarrassed to inquire about this private matter, but he is a living martyr who was resurrected from seven hundred years ago. Sorry, "Your Viscountess seems to be much younger than the Viscount."

"The Viscountess only got married ten years ago," the old butler was startled before responding to Gawain's words, "Before that..."

As he spoke, the old butler showed a look of memory: "The original Viscountess died due to an accident, and the Viscount was single for many years. We are happy to see that he can come out of that terrible tragedy."

Gawain showed a curious look: "Accident? What kind of accident?"

"I'm sorry, Lord Duke, I can't continue to talk to you about this matter," the old butler finally refused to answer. "It's not my duty."

Gawain smiled indifferently: "It doesn't matter, I'm asking too many questions. Let's continue to visit - I am most interested in places like libraries."

In the evening, Amber and Byron, who had been out looking for news all day, returned to Gawain.

"My lord, there is indeed an abnormal accumulation of magic power in the land," Philip Knight first reported. "The center of the phenomenon is this castle, but the strange thing is that apart from the accumulation of magic power itself, I did not feel it in the castle. Even with any abnormal magic fluctuations, I can't feel the evil aura emanating from the cultists here."

"The information I inquired is more terrifying than your information," Amber gave Philip a smug look, then deliberately lowered his voice and reported to Gawain in a negative tone, "The person outside said, that Viscountess..."

Without waiting for the other party to finish speaking, Gawain took the initiative to speak: "Should have died a long time ago, right?"

Amber was stunned in the middle of the babble, and then stared at Gao Wen: "You're following me?!"

"Guess," Gawain smiled, "this kind of story usually unfolds like this. Well, I won't interrupt you, you continue."

Amber pouted, feeling that the atmosphere that had finally been brewing had been mixed up, but he honestly told what he had heard: "This is really embarrassing to say, decades ago... …”

After Amber said everything he knew, Knight Philip couldn't help pressing his chest: "What a poor person... There are too many places where fate is unfair."

"If the Viscountess died decades ago, then the one you saw last night was probably a ghost! Or somehow 'resurrected' by the nice-looking Viscount Victor. 'The person who came here,'" Amber said grimly, while saying that, goosebumps all over his body, "It must be that Victor Victor couldn't bear the blow of his wife's death, so he was bewitched by the cultists, using Sorcery is used to resurrect the dead or to conjure the dead, and he should arrest the refugees to maintain the ritual... It's all told in the story! Hey--it scared me to death!"

"Tell yourself a ghost story to frighten yourself to death, don't learn to speak in a low voice if you are too timid," Gawain glanced at the elf's shame, then shook his head, "That Lilith Kant should not be an undead."

Amber and Philip said in unison, "Why?"

"The undead does not have such a high level of intelligence, and she does not have any aura similar to the undead, and most importantly, the undead can't say her name - that Lilith Kant said her name clearly. At the same time, I have also confirmed that this name is real," Gawain said slowly, "every indication shows that Lilith Kant is not an undead."

Amber looked at Gawain up and down: "Your words are not convincing, who said that the resurrected person must be the undead, aren't you a special case who can still say his name when he is alive? In case that Vic Duo Viscount also found a shadow master who is as powerful as me to pry his wife's coffin board..."

Gawain raised his hand to interrupt the elf's shameful behavior of running the train, and said unhurriedly, "Don't be too busy with your conclusions - I also discovered something here."

"What did you find?" Amber was taken aback, "What did you find?"

"Today I was talking about the Viscountess with the butler at the castle, and he responded to the topic without hesitation, saying that the current Viscountess was married ten years ago by Victor Kant, and the previous Viscountess was He died on the spot in an accident," Gawain said unhurriedly, "At the same time, I also paid attention to the conversations of the servants in the castle, and contacted a few privately, and found that they all have the same understanding."

Philip's expression suddenly became serious: "Yesterday, no one in the castle talked about the 'Viscountess'!"

"Yes, some people talked about it today, and not only did they talk about it, they also had a whole set of cognitions about this 'Viscountess', which deviates greatly from the news Amber heard outside the castle!"

"How could this be?!" Amber was at a loss, "Who gave them spiritual hints?"

"Maybe it's something similar to spiritual suggestion..." Gawain said slowly, "But based on the ability of the Eternal Sleep Religion, I prefer to call this a supplementary setting.

"The castle as a whole may be shrouded in a huge illusion, and our presence and activities have destroyed the integrity of this illusion, and the people who created the illusion had to start adding settings to it in order to keep everything running as it should. It's gone!"

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