Chapter 335 Patty Grant

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Hearing the contents of the attendant's report, and seeing the change in the expression on Luo Penny Grant's face, Gawain immediately guessed what happened.

As he knew and speculated - Patty Glenn was the daughter of the lord of Glenland, and that little girl must be in a bad state now. The reason why she was connected to the eternal sleeper's spiritual network, I am afraid it is also related to her physical condition.

Gawain concealed the fluctuations in his heart, with pure curiosity on his face, "Ms. Glenn, what happened?"

"Please don't worry, you can just wait here for a while," Countess Ropeni controlled the worried look on her face, she bowed slightly to apologize to Gawain, and said in a low and fast tone, "I need to leave, Will be back soon."

Gao Wen thought for a while, then nodded, "...Please feel free to deal with your business, don't worry about us. But if there is any need for help, I will be happy to help."

Countess Ropeney quickly thanked her, and then hurriedly followed the attendant out of the parlour.

Gawain watched the other person's figure disappear behind the door, but until the end he controlled the urge to ask further, and didn't come up with any idea of ​​wanting to meet the other person's daughter-because it was too abrupt.

Patty Glenn was probably only a ten-year-old child, but Gawain had just been resurrected. The Duke of the Border, who was currently reclaiming wasteland in the Great South, would be suspicious if he suddenly wanted to see the other party's daughter when he couldn't fight. It's a little bit, you can't pull other single mothers and say "Fellow, I heard that you have a daughter in your family?" - If you really want to do that, you will definitely lose your fame...

In order to prevent Ropeni from being vigilant and conflicted, he had to make his words and deeds more natural, so Gawain just silently watched the Countess leave the room, knowing that he could always find a chance to meet that "Patty Grant" one side.

After waving his hands to silence the noisy harps and lyre, Gawain began to wander around the reception room with interest, observing the collections and creations from the former Viscount Glenn, while looking at those rather personal Unique things, while recalling all kinds of narratives and rumors about the former Viscount Glenn in his mind - those things are only a few years short, and the long ones are only ten years ago, but they have been chaotic in this era. The memorization habits and some ulterior motives twisted into the absurd, like a dark story handed down hundreds of years ago.

In those various versions of the circulating stories, the former Viscount Gulen was a mental patient who was deeply troubled by evil spirits or genetic diseases. He was both wise and insane, and he used his wisdom to gather wealth. , but they squandered their wealth recklessly, corrupted the tradition and reputation of the family, and caused chaos in the order of the generals.

He used to be the leader of the younger generation of southern nobles, and the ideal lover in the hearts of countless noble ladies, but in the end he fell into the thirst for taboo knowledge and couldn't extricate himself, and even died in the magic laboratory...

Gao Wen kept piecing together the true and false stories in his mind. Most of those stories were the results of the investigation by Amber's people. When he sorted out the stories again, he turned to the half who was licking the plate. The elf nodded, "Are you full?"

"I'm full, I'm full!" Amber patted his stomach in a particularly hopeless manner, "Look at your expression and tone... Surely you want me to work again?"

"It's not very troublesome," Gawain smiled, "You go to the gate of the castle to see that door..."

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Before the evening dance started, Ropeney Grant finally reappeared in front of Gawain—of course, Amber returned to Gawain one step earlier than her.

The baroness had a look of exhaustion on her face, but her emotions had clearly calmed down. After seeing her, Gawain asked curiously, "I heard what the attendant said just now, is Patty Glenn? …”

"It's my daughter," Countess Ropeni smiled lightly, and it seemed that only when she mentioned her daughter, the smile on her face would be softer and more natural, "Her body is not very good..."

"I hope she can recover soon," Gawain said. "If I have a chance, I would like to see that child—there is a very good Druid in my domain, and maybe it can help."

The expression on Luo Penny's face was softer, and the tone when speaking to Gawain was a little more sincere than before, "Thank you for your kindness, but I'm afraid no druid can cure Patty. Of course, you can go to see her, I think Patty would be delighted to meet a legendary figure like you—she used to hear your stories as a child."

The dance started on schedule.

In the largest banquet hall in Gramburg, the dining table is full of food and wine. The players supported by the Gram family play the soothing and beautiful Ansu court music on a wooden platform in the corner of the hall. Gentlemen and ladies dressed in costumes They walked into the banquet hall and started their aristocratic social interactions in this prosperous and luxurious place, and these small and medium-sized nobles or descendants of nobles from the surrounding areas of Glenland did not ignore the person sitting on the platform at the end of the hall-sometimes someone called Looking at the place above the ground, I looked at Duke Cecil and Lady Gran, who were talking above, and guessed what they were talking about.

In fact, Gawain was just chatting with Luo Peini. After reading the specifications of the ball, the quality of the tableware used on the scene, the number of musicians and the costumes, he smiled and praised, "A good ball."

"It is an honour for me to be so judged by you," replied the Countess. "I have done my best to make this ball worthy of you."

Gawain just nodded lightly, and in the next instant, he noticed a change in Ropeney Glen's eyes when he looked at the noble members in the hall.

It was deep hostility, contempt, a flame that bordered on hatred.

The change in his eyes was well hidden. If Gawain hadn't caught it right away, he would have overlooked it with his power of observation.

There was a smile on the corner of Gawain's mouth, and he said in a very casual tone, "How many of the people who appeared here today were in the banquet hall of Count Karloff Horsman ten days ago?"

Ropeney Grant's expression seemed to be stiff for a moment, but all her strangeness was fleeting, and in the next moment, she had said calmly, "It seems that even if seven hundred years have passed, what happened in this land will not be forgotten. The matter is still hidden from your eyes."

"No, there are a lot of them, but I just happened to know one or two of them after the fact."

"...Count Hossman used dishonorable means to steal the wealth that belonged to you, but fortunately Grantland did not get involved." The Lady said after two seconds of silence, and quietly avoided Gawain's initial question. , did not lead the topic to those noble members gathered here.

But Gawain himself didn't pursue this matter, he just mentioned it casually, looked at Ropenie Glenn's reaction, then pretended to have forgotten the topic, and suddenly said, "Your husband , in my opinion an amazing person."

"...that terrific man who left me with nothing but a mess."

Gao Wen smiled slightly and turned his head to look at the nobles from the southern border who were dancing in the banquet hall, speaking elegantly, and holding the air like a stage actor. Fuzzy shadows are attracted.

He couldn't see what it was, but he knew that someone was indeed at the crack of the door—because Ropeney Glenn, who was next to him, had already stood up and looked at the same place with a look of surprise and nervousness and worry.

The baroness seemed a little helpless, "Your Excellency, please allow me to..."

Gawain had already stood up at this time, "Don't worry about it, let's go."

The Countess left her seat almost immediately. She quickly passed through the side of the hall and walked towards the gate of the banquet hall, while Gawain naturally followed.

Some people in the banquet hall noticed this scene in surprise, but after Luo Peini waved her hand, the music continued to sound, and the nobles who participated in the ball did not leave, but many people's attention had obviously reached the gate, and followed Luo Peini and Gawain's figure.

Luo Penny pushed open the door of the banquet hall, and Gawain stood behind her and looked out.

A wooden chair with wheels was parked in the corridor outside the door, a slightly panicked maid stood behind the chair, and a small crouched figure sat inside the chair.

That little figure was a girl. She was wearing a white, specially tailored "clothing" that had only one sleeve and a large opening at the waist, because the skin of the person wearing it was fragile and festering. She could no longer touch any fabric; she was sitting in a chair in a lopsided position, with straps holding her body there to prevent her from rolling down; under her skirt, one leg had been pulled from the knee. The amputated, shriveled and shriveled stump rested weakly on the chair; half of her torso seemed to have been scorched by flames, her skin was charred and wrinkled, and layers of scars formed after cracking and crusting could be seen everywhere, a twisted and weird mass. Flesh clinging and growing on the charred, wrinkled half of her body that was once an arm.

She was strapped to the chair like a tattered doll, her head being propped up with difficulty, and she kept shaking slightly, as if it was difficult to keep her neck fixed at any angle.

But she still had a pair of bright eyes that were staring at Gawain curiously.

A third of her face is covered with ugly, twisted purple scars, but she still smiles and looks happy

"You are so tall!"

Later, she added, "It's just like what Dad told in the story!"

Gawain squatted down in front of the chair, so that the little girl didn't have to raise her head any longer. He looked at the other person's bright eyes, only these eyes were exactly the same as the lively girl in the city of dreams.

"Hello, Patty."

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