Since he had been scheduled to be a guest in Cont for a few days, Viscount Victor Kant arranged a resting place for Gawain and his entourage after a sumptuous banquet.

This old castle doesn't feel very good to Gawain.

Although its interior was filled with light and warmth, and the ubiquitous magic crystal lamps and freshly polished doors, windows, tables and chairs dispelled the oppression of nightfall, Gawain still had an unpleasant feeling in his heart, as if he could see through the bright windows and whitewashed walls—behind the shiny covering, the dark and cold stones, the slippery moss and vertical and horizontal cracks, and the shadows and germs that constantly grew in those damp cracks.

After a brief conversation with Victor Kant, Gawain returned to his room on the pretext that he needed to rest after the trip. It was a room for distinguished guests, with the same ornate furnishings and warm fireplace as the castle's master bedroom, flanked by rooms where Amber and Philip Knight rested, and opposite them there was a lounge for guests to play chess and a place for tea and reading.

The rain was still falling outside the window, and there were signs of the wind getting stronger, Gawain went to the window and looked through the expensive man-made crystal at Kant's castle on a rainy night. The meandering stream of water formed a changing trajectory on the window sash, making the scene outside not only hazy but distorted, and in this hazy and distorted vision, he could see several towers of Kant's castle towering in the night opposite.

The bases of the towers had a few lighted windows that dimly outlined the outlines of the buildings, but their upper parts were dark and dull, almost blending into the darkness of the night.

Gawain frowned and looked closely at the towers, and after concentrating, he suddenly saw a sharp crack appear in the middle of one of the towers.

The fissures seemed to squirm and grow in the darkness, rapidly spreading to the entire upper half of the tower, and little by little they widened, and from the fissures a blood-like light leaked out—the tallest tower was shattered in the blood-colored fissure, and crumbled down in slow motion, interspersed with the exclamations and cries of many in between.

Gawain quickly woke up, the sound of wind and rain coming into the house through the window again, and he saw that the tower on the other side was once again intact, and the previous cracking and screaming had disappeared like a dream.

But Gawain didn't really take it as an illusion, he immediately frowned, and wondered in his heart: "Is there some kind of large-scale illusion in the castle?" ”

A sudden sound of light footsteps came from outside the door, as if it was coming towards the room, and Gawain quickly sorted out his expression as if nothing had happened, and only when there was a knock on the door did he go over to open the door.

The door opened, and a lady who looked to be about thirty years old, dressed in a long white dress and carrying a lantern in her hand, stood outside the door, this lady with long flaxen hair, and her face seemed to be unusually pale from illness, and she stood cautiously, looking at Gawain with a little restraint and nervousness on her face.

Gao Wen looked at the other party without moving, and then showed a curious look: "Ma'am? ”

"Hello, are you Duke Gawain Cecil?" The lady at the door spoke in a very low voice, as if she would lose her breath if she spoke louder.

Gawain nodded: "I'm Gawain Cecil, ma'am, who are you?" ”

"Victor Kant is my husband," whispered the sick lady, who looked to be only about thirty years old, and although her voice was low, her tone still had the grace of a noble lady, "I am the mistress of this castle, and my name is Lilith Kant. ”

"Viscountess?" Gawain looked at the other party quite surprised, he didn't expect that the Viscount Kant, who looked to be dying, would have such a young and beautiful wife, but thinking of the "tradition" of the nobility, his surprise did not last long, but he was just curious why he hadn't seen each other at the banquet before, and he hadn't heard the old viscount mention her, "You didn't attend the dinner before?" ”

"I am weak and ill that I cannot dine with many people, nor can I come out to meet guests during the day," said Lilith Cont apologetically, "and I knew you would come to visit the castle, but my husband insisted that I rest until the evening before coming out—and now that I was in better spirits, he asked me to come and say hello to the guests." ”

Then she hung the lantern on the hook next to the door, and bowed slightly: "Welcome, great Duke Gawain Cecil, and I beg your forgiveness for not being able to fulfill my responsibilities as the mistress of this place. ”

"Ah, don't mind," Gao Wen's mind came up with all kinds of speculations and doubts one after another, but the expression on his face was still very indifferent, "Do you only come out at night?" Oh, I know a little bit about potions, and maybe it will help your health. ”

Lilith Kant smiled palely: "My husband has hired the best pharmacist for me, but my weakness is not only due to illness, but also because of my natural constitution, which cannot be treated with medicine. But thank you very much for your concern, Lord Duke. ”

Gawain had no intention of inviting the viscountess in front of him into the house, because it would be rude for the other party to visit alone—even if this was the castle of the Kant family, he just stood at the door and exchanged a few words with the other party, and then the lady took her leave.

And after the other party left, Gao Wen's eyes instantly became sharp.

The lantern in the other person's hand!

It was the magic lantern that Gawain had seen in his dream, located on the ground floor of the Kant family castle and serving as the center of the ceremonial ceremony, and it was the lantern that Gawain Cecil had given as a gift to Selena Gelfen, the bishop of the dream seven hundred years ago!

But Gawain didn't point it out on the spot, and didn't take any action, because he didn't feel any magic fluctuations from the lantern, which meant that the lantern was a "fake" - either it was a fake, or the lantern had been transformed by magical powers, and its true power core was still sleeping somewhere in the castle, and acting rashly in such a situation would probably only be bad.

At this time, a voice from the side interrupted Gawain's thoughts: "Huh? Old...... Gawain, what are you doing standing at the door? ”

The door next door was pushed open, and half of Amber's head poked out of the frame, looking at her with curiosity.

And she didn't wait for Gawain to answer, then she stretched out her hand and shook it with great interest, clutching a deck of cards in her hand: "I found a set of 'King Decks' in the room!" You call that poker face next door, let's play cards! ”

"I'm going to call you here, but I'm not going to play cards." Gawain gave the half-elf a helpless look, then went to knock on Philip's door.

After gathering everyone into his room, Gawain mentioned the lady he had just visited: "I just met Victor Kant's wife, Lilith Kant, and she doesn't look right......

After listening to Gawain's description, Amber's pointed ears immediately twitched: "So the old man married a wife who could almost be his granddaughter?" Shame on you aristocrats. ”

Then her thoughts diverged: "It's better that I have elven blood like me, if I don't say it, others won't dare to guess my age, even if you, a seven-hundred-year-old who marries me, you can go out and tell people with a shy face that I am actually the same age as you......"

The usually serious Philip Knight suddenly looked at Amber in almost horror, and the half-elf girl's mouth full of train talk once again knocked the poor upright knight into a daze.

And Gawain's answer to Amber is to knock it down according to the skull: "Get down to business!" ”

"We have not heard of such a 'Viscountess,'" said Knight Philip solemnly, "that Viscount Victor Kant did not mention it, which is very abnormal—even if the Viscountess was too sick to come out to meet the guests, the Viscount himself would not even mention it, would he?" And there are so many male and female servants in the castle, and no one talks privately about having a mistress here...... It's weird. ”

"If that's the case, I've been chatting with the people in the castle before," Amber rubbed the skull of Gawain's brain, and also participated in the serious discussion, "Although they didn't mention that the castle had a hostess, they mentioned that the old viscount had a son named Bellm, but he left the castle at a very young age, saying that he had traveled to the Midlands and had not returned for decades......"

Gawain touched his chin: "Haven't come back for decades?" Is this a trip or a sale! ”

Amber rolled her eyes: "Maybe I'm going to be a hostage to some of the big nobles in the central region who have an exchange of interests?" Aren't you nobles all interested in this? ”

"Don't talk nonsense, we didn't have this in the past," Gawain said solemnly at once, "We made a covenant at that time by self-realization, not by any hostage-exchanging tricks. ”

Philip Knight suddenly looked admiring: "That's what an honest person should do." ”

"No, the main thing is that the old pigeons of the founding of the country are generally short-tempered, and at that time, whoever doesn't talk is going to be beaten by the nobles of the whole country - sometimes the king is free and the king goes to beat him in person, because the traffic is inconvenient, everyone has the first and second, and the founding old pigeons who come to beat people sometimes come to beat people will be in an endless stream for a year, and they really dare not violate the covenant......"

Philip: "......"

"Damn, how did the founding nobles who were so honest and honest back then become what they are today," Amber was very yearning for the era described by Gawain, and shook her head regretfully when she thought of the current atmosphere, "In short, the heir of the Kant family named Bell did go on a travels, because he often sent back letters—if there was no accident, after the death of the old Viscount Kant, Bell Kant, would end his travels and return to inherit the family business." ”