Gawain had to sigh at the magic and convenience of those healing spells - this world has no advanced medical ideas, and there is no complete understanding of microbial infection, human anatomy, cell biology, etc., for civilians, ordinary wound infections may kill a person, but at the same time, those masters of the Holy Light and the Way of Nature can use magic to achieve unimaginable "treatment", as long as they can afford the price, a person who only has half a breath left can even make the wound heal in a few minutes, Turn the corner.

Kant did not have a druid, but there were several priests of the Light, one of whom lived in the chapel in the castle all the year round, he was the religious advisor of the lord, and also took on the responsibility of maintaining the health of the lord, and with the timely notice of the servant, the priest of the light quickly rushed to Victor Kant's study and saved the old viscount's crumbling life with the magic of the light.

Gawain stood by and watched the pastor busy. The druid potion had replenished Viktor Kant's much-needed life force, and the knight's "blood boost" had quickly replenished the viscount's lost blood by overdrawing this part of his life force, and now that the healing light had covered the wound, the priest prayed reverently while carefully grasping the handle of the dagger, and then he shouted the name of the god of light and quickly pulled out the murder weapon.

The Light immediately stirred up, healing the wound quickly, and at the same time regulating the broken musculoskeletal inside the wound, and in the process, the Light Priest continued to pray to the God of Light to maintain the healing effect on the Viscount.

Gao Wen nodded silently, and said in his heart that he could be regarded as seeing the Holy Light Priest with a normal painting style - the kind of priest who used the Ascending Dragon Orthopaedic Technique and the Inch Fist Cleansing Technique all TM from what kind of skills?

The healing process should have lasted a little longer, and as the servants gathered around their master, Gawain looked around and began to examine every nook and cranny of the study.

No one questioned his actions - the ordinary servants believed that the Duke was inspecting the scene of the murder, and Carter, the butler, who might have been in the way, had become a murderer and fled the place.

Gawain's gaze moved in the closed study, his brow furrowed slightly.

It's not a good place to be a study - although it's on the upper floors of the castle, it's a rather poor lighting environment, especially the narrow and uncomfortable windows of a classical castle, with only one narrow window in the whole room, which makes it unable to bring much light to the room even when the sun is at its brightest throughout the day, and the magic crystal lamps embedded in the walls are clearly problematic: even when all the lights are on, the room is covered with a hazy atmosphere.

No, it doesn't have to be the magic crystal lamp......

Gawain's gaze fell on one of the lamps, the light of which was actually very bright, but its light seemed to be restrained by some force, so it could not be sprinkled throughout the room.

That kind-looking and cheerful-looking Viscount Victor usually works in such a strange study?

Gawain came to the side of the room, where a huge bookshelf was placed against the wall, on which a large number of beautifully bound books with heavy covers were neatly arranged, and many of the books were even inlaid with gold and silver ornaments on the spine, which is typical of aristocratic book collections.

In Gawain's view, this is the embodiment of multi-function - it can be used to read when you need knowledge, it can be used to smash people when you need self-defense, and you can even pry off the gold on the book cover as a start-up capital to revive the family business, in addition to being easy to be slapped in the face and smashed half of your body when you lean on the bed at night, these heavy and gorgeous books are simply a model of "knowledge is power and money at the same time".

And in fact, most of the books of this era were so heavy and ornate that they were "luxuries" that only the wealthy could have, and sometimes the number of books in the castle was even a direct indication of the wealth and heritage of a nobleman, even if they themselves might not have read it a few times in their lifetime.

But Viscount Kant obviously did not simply collect these books to save face, the covers of most books have varying degrees of wear and tear and deformation, which is a phenomenon that can only occur when often flipped, and the covers of some of these books even have traces of being repaired with glue, leather, gold and silver foil, which is a move that only book lovers will have.

It's just that Gawain's eyes swept over the books, and found that all the repair marks seemed to have been left a long time ago, the gold and silver foil had changed color, the leather that had been glued on it was also very worn, and there was not even a relatively new book on the entire shelf.

It seems that after a certain time, this Viscount Kant was no longer interested in these "ordinary books"?

So what is he reading? The sorcery books that the Order of Eternal Sleep left him?

Gawain turned to another small table behind his desk, which was stacked with documents and files that he didn't need for the time being, and Gawain's eyes were suddenly drawn to one of the unfolded papers.

There were scribbling accounts on it, which seemed to have not had time to be included in the ledger, and the most conspicuous of the records were the honoraria paid to a certain mercenary team and the deposit for the next operation, and the words "collect raw materials" were written on the specific employment content.

This is a record of hiring mercenaries to capture outcasts? Evidence?

Gawain frowned, and was about to approach the paper, when he suddenly heard a small commotion from the servants behind him, and a little extra light shone into the slightly dimly lit study.

Gawain turned back with some astonishment, and saw the Viscountess Lilith Conder standing in the doorway, the sick lady who was so thin as a shadow that she carried the lantern that she had probably made all the way from the North Tower to here; Her eyes widened as she looked at Victor Kant as she was surrounded by everyone, her face full of fear and consternation.

"What's going on!?" Lilith exclaimed, her voice staccato and "Who...... Can anyone tell me...... Victor he is ...... What's wrong? ”

"Madam, Madam, please don't panic, Lord Viscount, he's fine," the Holy Light Priest quickly stood up, "Thank you for the favor of the Holy Light God, Lord Viscount only suffered a little skin trauma, plus convulsions and coma, Duke Gawain gave him a potion in time, plus my treatment, he is already safe." ”

As she spoke, the Holy Light Priest raised her hand and tried to summon a Holy Light to calm the frightened lady, but Lilith Kant ignored the priest directly, staggered quickly to Victor's side, and after checking that the other party was indeed still breathing, she breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Gawain: "Thank you...... Thank you for saving him. ”

"I'm supposed to do it," Gawain nodded slightly, then looked at the servants around him, "There are too many people crowded in here—your master needs fresh air, and everyone but the personal servants are out of the way." ”

Gawain was not the owner of the castle, but at this moment there was no objection to what he said, and soon most of the servants left the room, and after confirming that the healing spell had taken effect and that the viscount himself no longer needed additional spells, the priest of the Holy Light withdrew.

Viscount Kant's wounds had healed, and a senior valet wiped the blood from the viscount's body, who finally woke up.

His gaze focused for a while before he could see the situation in the room clearly, he first saw Gawain, stunned for a moment, and then saw Lilith standing in front of him, and his expression immediately became nervous: "Honey! Why are you here?! ”

"I ...... I've heard there's an accident in the castle......" Lilith Kant looked a little flustered, "I'll come to see you......"

"I'm fine," Viscount Kant waved his hand with some effort to get the servant to stand down, and then weakly tried to stand up, but this effort failed, and Lilith immediately stepped forward to help him, and he grabbed Lilith's arm with his backhand, "You don't have to worry - on the contrary, you are coming here at this time, and I am very worried." ”

"I ...... I'm fine," the Viscountess said hurriedly, and nodded quickly to Gawain, "The Duke saved you the first time, and called the priest - my dear, what happened?" ”

"Thank you for your help," Victor Kant immediately thanked Gawain, and slowly inhaled with a frown—the wound had healed, but the pain from the dagger stabbing into his chest seemed to remain between his heart and lungs, "It's Carter, Carter suddenly attacked me, I was completely confused, he seemed to be a different person, stabbing me, and saying something strange, saying that there were invaders in the castle, and what else to protect...... I'm completely confused right now! ”

Immediately afterwards, the viscount seemed to react suddenly: "By the way, Carter - where did he run?" Did he assault others? ”

As soon as Gawain was about to answer, a shadow suddenly condensed in the study, and Amber's voice came from the shadows: "He ran away." ”

Miss Half-Elf appeared, almost drenched from the rain, her long ears shaking in the air (presumably throwing water?). ), turned his head to look at Gao Wen: "That old butler is definitely not an ordinary person!" I saw him running like flying on the spire of the castle, and his figure disappeared and appeared again, and I could not catch up with him in the shadows—at last I chased him to the stable at the back of the castle, where he was lost, and I could not find him at all. ”

Gawain was taken aback: "Someone who can't even track you? ”

"Yes, that's a demigod at least," Amber said with great certainty, "after all, I'm the chosen ...... of the goddess of the night."

Gawain didn't think he heard that.

"I'm afraid he's going to be a threat if he's gone," Gawain looked at the Viscount and Viscountess, "I suggest you strengthen the castle's garrison." ”

"That's for sure." Viscount Kant nodded vigorously.

Lilith nodded slightly, but suddenly covered her forehead, and her body shook slightly as if it had lost support.

Viscount Kant suddenly looked nervous: "My dear? ”

"I ...... I'm a little dizzy," Lilith covered her forehead, her tone a little painful, "I'm not feeling well......"

"You've been away from your room for too long!" Viscount Kant's tone became serious, "You have to go back and rest quickly—don't worry, I'll send twice as many guards to guard the North Tower, and as long as I'm a little better, I'll go over and stay with you." ”

"Good...... All right," Lilith Conde staggered to her feet, confused and obedient to her husband's order, and then she picked up the lantern that had been placed beside her, and walked slowly to the door of the study.