Chapter 174 Lilith Kant's Visit

Since it was scheduled to be a guest in Kant for a few days, Viscount Victor Kant arranged a place for Gawain and his entourage to rest after a sumptuous welcome banquet.

This ancient castle did not give Gawain a good feeling.

Although it is filled with light and warmth, the magic spar lamps that can be seen everywhere and the doors, windows, tables and chairs that have been cleaned have dispelled the depression brought about by the fall of night, but Gao Wen still has an unpleasant feeling in his heart. He seemed to be able to see the depths of the castle through the bright window shutters and the whitewashed walls--behind the glossy covering, the dark, icy stone, the slippery moss and the cracks, the There are shadows and germs that grow in those damp crevices.

After a brief conversation with Victor Kant, Gawain returned to his room on the grounds that he needed to rest after the trip. This is a room specially set up for distinguished guests, with the same ornate furnishings and warm fireplace as the master bedroom of the castle, and on both sides of his room are the rooms where Amber and Knight Philip rested, and opposite their room there are also available for guests. A lounge for chess entertainment and a place for tea and reading.

The rain outside the window was still falling, and there were signs that the wind was getting stronger. Gawain came to the window and looked at Castle Kant in the rainy night through this expensive artificial crystal. The meandering water flow formed a constantly changing trajectory on the window sash, which also made the outside scene not only hazy, but also distorted. In this hazy and distorted vision, he could see several towers of Kant Castle on the opposite side. Standing in the dark.

The bases of the towers had lighted windows that vaguely outlined the building, but their upper parts were so dark that they almost blended into the darkness of the night.

Gawain frowned and carefully observed the towers. After concentrating, he suddenly saw a clear crack in the middle of one of the towers.

The fissure seemed to wriggle and grow in the darkness, quickly spreading to the entire upper half of the tower, widening little by little, and leaking blood-like light from the fissure—the tallest tower is here The blood-colored fissure appeared to be fragmented, and collapsed little by little in a slow motion-like posture, mixed with the exclamations and screams of many people.

Gawain woke up quickly, and the sound of wind and rain came into the house through the window again. He saw that the tower on the opposite side was restored to its integrity again.

The previous cracking and shouting disappeared like a dream.

But Gawain wouldn't really take that as an illusion, he immediately frowned, doubting in his heart: "Is there some kind of large-scale illusion in the castle?"

A burst of light footsteps suddenly came from outside the door, seemingly heading towards this room. Gawain quickly sorted out his expression, as if nothing had happened, and only went to open the door when there was a knock on the door.

The door opened, and a woman in her thirties, wearing a long white dress and holding a lantern in her hand, was standing outside the door. The woman had long flaxen hair, and her face seemed to be particularly pale due to her illness. She stood there cautiously, looking at Gawain with a bit of restraint and nervousness on her face.

Gawain glanced at the other person with no expression, and then showed a curious look: "Ma'am?"

"Hello, are you the Duke of Gawain Cecil?" The lady at the door said in a low voice, as if speaking louder would make you less angry.

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

"Victor Kant is my husband," whispered the sickly lady, who looked to be only about thirty, in a low voice, but with the grace of a noble lady, "I am the castle. Mistress, my name is Lilith Conder."

"Viscountess?" Gawain looked at the other party in surprise. He did not expect that the old Viscount Kant would have such a young and beautiful wife, but when he thought of the "tradition" of the nobility, he was surprised. It didn't last long, but I was just curious why I didn't see each other at the banquet before, and I didn't hear the old Viscount mention her, "You didn't attend the banquet before?"

"I'm weak and sick, so I can't eat with many people, and I can't come out to greet guests during the day," Lilith Kant said apologetically, "I know you'll be visiting the castle, but my husband He insisted that I rest until the evening before coming out - now that I'm a little better, he asked me to come and say hello to the guests."

Then she hung the lantern on the hook beside the door and bowed slightly in greeting: "Welcome, the great Duke Gawain Cecil, please forgive me for not being able to fulfill my responsibilities as the mistress of this place before."

"Ah, don't mind," Gao Wen had various guesses and doubts one after another in his heart, but the expression on his face was still indifferent, "Are you only able to come out at night? Oh, I know something. Knowledge of medicines may be helpful to your health.”

Lilith Kant showed a pale smile: "My husband hired the best pharmacist for me, but my weakness is not only because of disease, but also because of my natural constitution, which cannot be treated with medicine. But Thank you very much for your concern, Your Excellency."

Gawain had no plans to invite the Viscountess in front of him into the house, because the other party was visiting alone, such an invitation would be impolite—even if this was the castle of the Kant family, he just stood at the door and greeted the other party for a few moments. Then the lady said goodbye and left.

But after the other party left, Gawain's eyes instantly became sharp.

The lantern in the opponent's hand!

It was the magic lantern that Gawain saw in his dream, and it was the center of the ritual at the bottom of the Kant family castle. It was the gift that Gawain Cecil gave to the then bishop of the dream, Selena Gerhardt, seven hundred years ago. The lantern of Erfen!

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 means that the lantern was "fake" - either it was a fake, or the lantern had been Transformed by magical power, its true core of power is still dormant somewhere in this castle, and acting rashly under these circumstances is likely to be only a bad thing.

At this time, a voice from the side interrupted Gawain's thinking: "Huh? Old...Gao Wen, why are you standing at the door?"

I saw that the door next door was pushed open, and Amber's half head stuck out from the door frame, looking at himself curiously.

And she didn't wait for Gawain to answer, and then she stretched out her hand and shook it with great interest, holding a deck of cards in her hand: "I found a set of 'King Decks' in the room! You put the poker face next door Call us three to play cards!"

"I intend to call you here, but not to play cards." Gawain glanced at the half-elf helplessly, and then knocked on Philip's door.

After gathering everyone in his room, Gawain mentioned the lady who had just visited: "I just saw Victor Kant's wife, Lilith Kant, she looks very wrong..."

After listening to Gawain's description, Amber's pointed ears immediately trembled: "That old old man married a wife who could almost be his granddaughter? Hey—you bunch of nobles are really shameless."

Then her thoughts spread out: "It's better that I have elf blood, I don't dare to guess my age if I don't tell others, even if you marry me at 700 years old, you can go out and be shy Tell people with a face that I'm actually the same age as you..."

The always serious and serious knight Philip looked at Amber in horror, and the half-elf girl's mouthful of running the train made the poor upright knight stunned again.

And Gawain's answer to Amber was to tap on his head: "Speak the business!"

"We haven't heard of such a 'Viscountess'," Knight Philip said solemnly, "and that Viscount Victor Conde didn't mention it, which is very abnormal-even if the Viscountess could not come out because of her illness. Guest, the viscount himself doesn’t even mention it, right? Besides, there are so many servants and maids in the castle, and none of them privately talk about the fact that there is a hostess here… It’s so strange.”

"If you want to say that, I was chatting with the people in the castle before," Amber rubbed the skull that had been knocked on by Gawain, and also participated in the serious discussion, "Although they didn't mention that the castle has a mistress, but They mentioned that the old Viscount had a son named Belm, but he left the castle when he was very young, saying that he had traveled to the central region and hadn't come back for decades..."

Gawain touched his chin: "I haven't come back for decades? Is this a trip or someone sold it!"

Amber rolled his eyes: "Maybe he is going to be a hostage to the family of a big noble in the central region who has an exchange of interests? Don't you nobles like this?"

"Don't talk nonsense, we weren't fashionable back then," Gawain said immediately and solemnly, "We relied on self-consciousness to make a covenant at that time, not any trick of exchanging hostages."

Knight Philip suddenly looked admirable: "That's what an upright and honest person should do."

"No, it's mainly because the old pigeons who founded the country were generally short-tempered. At that time, anyone who said nothing would be beaten by the nobles of the whole country. Sometimes the king would beat the king himself when he was free. Because of the inconvenience of transportation, everyone had to have it first. Later, the founding old pigeons who came to beat people sometimes would keep coming for a year in a row, that's how dare you not violate the covenant..."

Philip: "..."

"Mom, how did the upright and honest founding nobles become what they are today?" Amber was yearning for the era described by Gawain, and he shook his head regretfully when he thought of the current atmosphere, "Anyway, that The heir of the Kant family named Belm did travel, because he often had letters sent back - if there was no accident, after the death of the old Viscount Kant, Belm Kant would end his travels and return to inherit the family business. "

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