Philip Knight walks through the fields, the mud roads are potholed after the rain, but with the help of the physical fitness and coordination of the extraordinary professionals, he has been in the area for a long time.

This is the land around the castle, which de jure belonged directly to the lord himself, and was cultivated by serfs belonging to the Kant family, and now, now that the harvest has been completed and the straw has been burned, there are no more toiling serfs on the land.

The land is fertile and contains incredible magic.

Knight Philip was not a farmer, but a noble knight with good roots, but that didn't mean he didn't know the land: a lowly nobleman like the knight often had to deal with the land, and he had to manage his own farms, personally overseeing the harvest and sowing of the crops (although they had all disappeared with a fire in the old Cecil), so he was able to distinguish between good and bad soil, and whether it contained enough power to grow potions.

He crouched down beside a field of land and placed his hand over the muddy earth, and a thin light floated out of the soil and escaped between his palm and the dirt, and the young knight frowned slightly.

As speculated, these magical powers are not contained in the land itself, but from the outside world, and there is some external factor that is affecting the balance of magic in this area, causing this unnatural enrichment of magical power.

Philip stood up and looked at the old castle on the hillside not far away, he had already looked at the farmland in many places, and found that the closer to the castle's fields, the more obvious the magic enrichment became, and the few lands closest to the castle were the places where the potions were grown.

In the absence of a druid's spell casting, it is not easy to grow potions naturally on ordinary land - the more fully developed the area, the more the magic contained in the land will be weakened, if the conventional farmland needs to be cultivated for two years and then fallow for a year, then a land that can grow potions will have to be fallow at least three times longer to recover, but in Kant's territory, the production of potions has been steadily rising, and the export has never stopped.

Obviously, the castle was releasing energy fluctuations that were enough to cause mana enrichment, but Philip had already sensed it carefully when he lived in the castle last night, and there was no abnormal magic reaction in the castle, and he didn't feel any evil aura belonging to the cultists.

……

In the Kantt Castle, Gawain is personally guided by Viscount Victor and the old butler Carter to visit the three-hundred-year-old building, they have just left a showroom with a rich collection, and they are walking on the way to the library, all the way Viscount Victor is proudly telling Gawain about the history of the building, and how his family rose to prominence three hundred years ago and continues to this day.

But Viscount Victor was already old after all, he was much older than Carter's butler, and in his early years, he had suffered from a muscle problem due to an accident, and when he led the guests to the halfway point, his physical strength could not keep up.

The old viscount had to apologize to Gawain and say that he wanted to go back to his room to rest, but Gawain certainly wouldn't pursue this—he could still visit it well under the guidance of Carter's butler.

The wide, long corridor was for a time reduced to only Gawain and an old butler, who walked through the corridor decorated with tapestries and sconces, while the latter dutifully continued to introduce the castle.

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

"Almost fifty years, Lord Duke," said the old butler with pride, "I have been tending to this family since I was a boy-in-waiting. ”

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

The old butler nodded reservedly: "Yes, I know all this as well as my own hands and feet." ”

"Last night, I saw in my room a tall tower opposite, and it was set off by several smaller towers, and it looked 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: "Lord Duke, that's the North Tower, please forgive me for being rude, but that's a place that can't be visited for you." ”

"North Tower?" Gawain raised his eyebrows slightly, "Ah, I've heard it when I was chatting with your master before, and the Viscountess seems to live in the North Tower...... I was reckless. But does the Viscountess live in that tower all year round? She doesn't live in the castle? ”

"Alas, the mistress has been living there since her health deteriorated," the old butler shook his head, "and she could not see the light, nor could she bear the noise, and the north tower was the purest place in the castle. ”

"I shouldn't be inquiring about other people's family affairs, but I'm really curious about it," Gawain continued, and others might be embarrassed to inquire about this personal matter, but he was not embarrassed as a living martyr who had been resurrected from seven hundred years ago, "Your viscountess seems to be much younger than the viscount." ”

"The Viscountess was married only ten years ago," the old butler paused for a moment before responding to Gawain's words, "...... before that."

As he spoke, the old butler showed a look of reminiscence: "The original Viscountess died in an accident, and the Viscount has been celibate for many years, and we are glad to see him come out of that terrible tragedy. ”

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

"I'm sorry, Lord Duke, but I can't continue to talk to you about this," the old butler finally refused to reply, "it's not my duty. ”

Gawain smiled nonchalantly: "It's okay, it's me asking too much." Let's move on – I'm most interested in places like libraries. ”

In the evening, Amber and Byron, who had been out for a long day to find out the news, returned to Gawain.

"My lord, the land does have abnormal magical enrichment," Philip Knight reported first, "The central point of the phenomenon is this castle, but the strange thing is that apart from the enrichment itself, I don't feel any abnormal magical fluctuations in the castle, nor do I feel the evil aura emanating from the cultists here." ”

"The news I found out is much more terrifying than your information," Amber glanced at Philip rather proudly, and then deliberately lowered her voice and reported to Gawain in a sinister tone, "The people outside say that the viscountess ......"

Gao Wen didn't wait for the other party to finish speaking before he took the initiative to speak: "It should have been dead a long time ago, right?" ”

The Amber God was suddenly stunned in the middle of chattering, and then glared at Gawain: "You're following me?!" ”

"Guess," Gawain smiled, "that's how stories like this usually unfold. Okay, I won't interrupt you, you continue. ”

Amber pursed her lips, feeling that the atmosphere that had been brewing for a long time had been disturbed, but she still honestly told what she had heard: "This is really embarrassing to say, ...... decades ago"

After Amber told everything he knew, Knight Philip couldn't help but press his chest: "What a poor man...... There are too many places where fate is unfair. ”

"If that viscountess died decades ago, then there's a good chance that the one you saw last night was a ghost! Or maybe it was the 'person' who was 'resurrected' by the kind-looking Viscount Victor in some way," Amber said in a grim tone, scaring himself with goosebumps as he spoke, "It must be that Viscount Victor couldn't stand the blow of his wife's death, so he was bewitched by the cultists and used evil magic to resurrect the dead or summon the spirits of the dead, and he should have captured the outcasts to maintain the ritual...... That's what the story says! Whoa, I'm scared to death! ”

"Tell yourself a ghost story and scare yourself half to death, don't learn to speak in a low voice if you're timid," Gawain glanced at the elf's shame before shaking his head, "That Lilith Kant shouldn't be an undead." ”

Amber and Philip said in unison: "Why? ”

"The undead don't have such a high level of intelligence, she doesn't have any aura similar to the undead, and most importantly, the undead can't say their own name - that Lilith Kant said her name clearly, and I've been sure that the name is real," Gawain said slowly, "There are all kinds of indications that Lilith Kant is not an undead. ”

Amber glanced Gawain up and down: "Your words are not convincing, who said that those who have been resurrected must be undead, aren't you just a special case who can still say your own name?" What if that Viscount Victor also hired a Shadow Master as powerful as me to pry his wife's coffin board......"

Gawain raised his hand to interrupt the elf's shameful running of the train, and said unhurriedly, "Don't be too busy talking about your conclusions just yet—I've discovered something here." ”

"You found that?" Amber was stunned, "What did you find?" ”

"Today I talked to the steward of the castle about the viscountess, and he did not hesitate to respond to the subject, and said that the current viscountess was married by Victor Kant ten years ago, and the previous viscountess died on the spot in an accident," Gawain said unhurriedly, "and I also paid attention to the conversation of the servants in the castle, and I also came into contact with several of them privately, and found that they all had the same knowledge. ”

Philip's expression suddenly became serious: "Yesterday, there was no one in the castle talking about the 'Viscountess'!" ”

"Yes, there are people talking about it today, and not only talking about it, they also have a whole set of perceptions of this 'viscountess', which is very different from what Amber heard outside the castle!"

"How so?!" Amber was confused, "Who gave them a spiritual hint?" ”

"Maybe it's something like a spiritual suggestion...... Gawain said slowly, "but based on the abilities of the Order of Eternal Sleep, I'd rather call it a ...... Supplemental settings.

"The castle may be shrouded in a huge illusion in its entirety, and our presence and activity have destroyed the integrity of this illusion, and the people who created the illusion have to start supplementing it in order to keep everything working here!"