Chapter 179: A Good Dream
Finally, only Gawain, Amber and Viscount Kant were left in the study, and Knight Philip was guarding the door, and the room was unusually quiet for a while.
Viscount Kant exhaled slowly, feeling his physical strength gradually recovering, and he showed a wry smile: "It's a nightmare. β
"Yes, it's a nightmare," Gawain glanced down at the old viscount, "I don't think you know the reason for the sudden change in your butler's temperament, do you?" β
"Like I just said, I really don't have a clue," Viscount Kant seemed to lose his mind for a moment, and then shook his head bitterly, "He has taken care of me for decades, and has always served the Kant family loyally, but just now he seems to have changed his ......"
"Have you ever heard of the Eternal Sleeper?" Gawain suddenly interrupted Viscount Kant's words, and he stared into the latter's eyes and asked bluntly.
Amber next to her involuntarily quietly reached for the dagger at her waist, and at the same time shrank her body into Gawain's shadow.
"The Sleeper?" Viscount Kant frowned, then nodded slowly, "Yes, I have heard that they are depraved dream gods who are said to infiltrate the consciousness of their victims when people have nightmares, controlling or even replacing the latter's mind. Could it be that Carter was controlled by the Eternal Sleeper? β
Seeing Viscount Kant's reaction, Gawain was expressionless, not revealing the slightest mood swing, and then he shook his head: "Anyway, what you need most now is rest - get a good night's sleep to recover your strength, and I suggest that you better call a few more servants to accompany you, you are old, this time too much physical strength has passed, and you need someone to take care of it to be safe." β
Viscount Kant bowed his head sincerely: "Thank you for your concern. β
Gawain and Amber left the study, and Knight Philip, who was waiting at the door, immediately leaned forward: "My lord, how is the situation inside?" β
"Viscount Kant has regained his healthβexcept for a little weakness," Gawain whispered as he walked briskly forward, "and the current clues all point to the old butlerβat least on the surface. β
Knight Philip was stunned for a moment: "On the surface? Do you have any other suspicions, my lord? β
"The timing of that Carter's 'drastic change of temperament' is too right," Gawain frowned, "If he is a cultist of the Eternal Sleeper or a transcendent bewitched by the Eternal Sleeper, then he should have prepared everything before we arrived at the castle, and if he is not ready, then simply do not take any action, because all the slave capture plans are signed by Viscount Kant, and the Viscountess's 'resurrection' will also lead to Victor Kant, and that Carter butler will do nothing, It is natural not to be tainted with any suspicion - the suspicion has long been on Viscount Kant. β
Amber blinked, and slowly came back to her senses: "I remember that when we were discussing the suspicion of Viscount Kant, Butler Carter suddenly assassinated...... Is this to take the initiative to transfer the suspicion to yourself? So the real purpose of that steward is actually to protect his master? β
Then she suddenly realized: "No wonder! No wonder that dagger dodges the point! β
"In this way, we can be more certain that Viscount Kant is the main messenger of all this!" A hint of eagerness appeared on Philip's face, and a sense of justice began to thump in the young knight's chest, "My lord, the time has come to destroy the cultists' plans!" β
Gawain's face was serious, he still felt that he had missed something in his heart, but in the end he still had to nod: "It really can't be delayed." But before alarming Viscount Kant, we must first find the core that maintains the 'illusion space', terminate this ritual magic and isolate Viscount Kant from that magic core. If my judgment is correct, the thing that sustains this magic should be a lantern. β
"Lanterns? Does the viscountess always carry a lantern in her hand? Amber thought about it - she was sensitive to anything that seemed valuable, and the lantern looked valuable, "Is that it?" Shall I steal it? β
"It looks the same, but the lantern in Lilith Conder's hand is probably just a replica," Gawain shook his head, "The real lantern has a very obvious magical reaction, and it must have been placed near the place where Lilith Cont usually stays." β
The three of them had already returned to the guest room at this time, and Gawain casually poured himself a glass of water, but did not drink it, but looked at Amber after a short thought: "I need you to do one thing - do your old job." β
"No problem, I'm good at this kind of thing," Amber suddenly patted his chest with a smug face, "Say, where is the ancestral tomb of the Kant family?" β
ββ¦β¦ I'm not asking you to dig people's ancestral graves! Gawain almost didn't come up in one breath, he said to himself that he was glad he hadn't drunk water, otherwise he would have choked to death by this shame of all things, "I'll let you find the real lantern - if you can, steal it out!" β
"So I'm going to steal the lamp in the end," Amber rolled her eyes, "and you've got to give a rough range, right?" This castle is huge! β
"The North Tower, where Lilith Kant lives all year round, is in the cellar if I'm not mistaken," Gawain said, "nominally because she's weak and photophobic, but it's more like some kind of house arrest." β
Amber raised an eyebrow: "Cellar? That kind of place is very rich in shadow power, and it is where I can use it! β
After Amber departed, only Gawain and Knight Philip were left in the room, the latter standing quietly near the door, guarding the door, while Gawain held a glass of water and pondered the source of the hint of disobedience in his heart.
Knight Philip broke the silence: "My lord, is it really okay to let Amber steal the ritual core?" Just by virtue of her fighting power......"
"If all goes well, she doesn't need to fight at all, and if she does encounter an enemy and it is difficult to get it, then she will definitely run back as soon as possible." Gawain shook his head and said, his eyes fell on the glass of water in his hand, his face reflected in the slightly rippling water, and his thoughts drifted farther away, and in the middle of his thoughts, the lantern in Lilith Kant's hand suddenly came to his mind.
He vaguely remembered that after he gave the lantern to Selena seven hundred years ago, the latter fused the power of the lantern with his dream magic, but what was the specific usage?
Selena seems to have brought it up...... She wanders through the nightmares of the warriors, often filled with twisted paths and layers of fog, and the lantern can guide her to the right way, so that she will not get lost in the dream world, and will allow her to see her dreams as they really are......
The lantern that leads the way...... Lantern?!
Gawain suddenly realized where his biggest blind spot was.
And at the same time as he realizes this blind spot, a strange and bizarre and unbelievable truth is also rapidly forming in his speculation, this truth is so counterintuitive, so unbelievable, but this is probably what is really happening in this castle!
Gawain suddenly got up and put the water cup in his hand on the table, and the knight Philip, who was standing at the door, was taken aback: "My lord? β
"We're mistaken!" Gawain quickly walked to the door, "Completely wrong from the beginning!" β
Philip Knight was confused by Gawain's endless words: "Mistaken? Got something wrong? β
Gawain's hand pressed on the doorknob, turned his head and frowned and stared at the young knight's eyes: "This is not Viscount Kant's dream!" Come with me! β
The two left the room, and as they walked briskly through the corridors, Gawain quickly told the knight his conjectures and discoveries.
Philip's eyes widened and widened, and in the end, the whole person was completely stunned: "Unexpectedly...... How could such a thing happen? β
Then he reacted: "Isn't that amber really in danger?!" β
"No, according to my judgment, she is not in danger at this stage, because the dreammaker has not yet woken up," Gawain said quickly, "but now we must go our separate ways...... Philip, I have a task for you. β
"Your Excellency, please command!"
"Go to the back of the main castle building, find an abandoned stable, and use your evil detection abilities to search for ......"
Knight Philip led the way, and Gawain hurried down the corridor and up the stairs to Victor Kant's study.
The study was still as eerie as before, and Viscount Victor Kant sat quietly behind the heavy desk, motionless as a sculpture.
The old viscount's gaze fell on the few pieces of paper in front of him, and it was not until Gawain walked in front of him that he raised his head sluggishly and said in an indifferent tone, "Here you are, Duke. β
Gao Wen quietly looked into the eyes of this viscount, and from the other party's eyes, he saw a trace of sadness, and a trace of relief, but there was no fear.
"You seem to ...... Knew I was coming. β
"It's just a premonition," Viscount Kant smiled, a stiff smile, "and you can now do what you want." β
"I'm here just to tell you a story," Gawain himself brought a chair from the corner and sat across from Viscount Kant, looking at the other man's old face, his tone was calm and gentle, "The story began more than thirty years ago, on a rainy night......
"On that night, Kant led the young viscount, you, on a rainy night in a carriage with your wife and son on board.
"Because of a slippery piece of mud or stone, the carriage slipped into a mountain stream, and unfortunately, you were thrown out of the carriage.
"Mr. Victor Kant, you were killed on the spot β and your son.
"And your even more unfortunate wife, Mrs. Lilith Conder, is evidently unable to withstand such blows and pressures......
So, she chose to let herself 'die' and let her husband and son 'survive' β at least that's how things turned out in her dreams.
"That's all, Mr. Viscount."
Victor Kant sat quietly in his chair and suddenly let out a sigh, his voice ethereal as if from another world: "It's a nightmare, isn't it?" β
"Yes, it was a nightmare."