Knight Philip walked in the field. It was difficult to walk on the muddy road that was soaked in rain. But with the help of the extraordinary profession's strong physical fitness and coordination, he had been active in this area for a long time.
This was the land around the castle. Legally speaking, it directly belonged to the lord himself. The people who worked here were all serfs belonging to the Kant family. Now, because the harvest had been completed and the straw had been burned, there were no serfs working endlessly on the land.
This land was fertile and contained incredible magic.
Knight Philip was not a peasant, but a noble Knight. But this did not mean that he did not know the land. A low-level noble like the Knight often had to deal with the land. He had to personally manage his own farm, personally supervise the harvest and sowing of crops (although they had now disappeared with the fire of the old Cecil). So he could distinguish the quality of the soil and whether the soil contained enough power for the growth of magic herbs.
He squatted next to a piece of farmland and put his hand over the muddy soil. A thin light floated from the soil and dissipated between his palm and the soil. The young Knight frowned slightly.
As expected, this magic was not contained in the soil itself, but came from the outside. Some external factor was affecting the magic balance in this area, causing this phenomenon of unnatural magic enrichment.
Philip stood up and looked at the ancient castle on the hillside not far away. He had checked many farmlands and found that the closer the field to the castle, the more obvious the magic enrichment phenomenon was. The few pieces of land closest to the castle were where the magic herbs grew.
Without the catalysis of Druid's spell, it was not easy for ordinary land to grow magic potions naturally. The more thoroughly an area was developed by humans, the more the magic power contained in the land would decline. If conventional farmland needed to be cultivated for two years and then fallow for one year, then a piece of land that could grow magic potions would need to be fallow for at least three times longer to recover. However, in the Kant Territory, the production of magic potions had been steadily increasing, and the export had never stopped.
Obviously, the castle was releasing energy fluctuations that were enough to cause the magic enrichment. However, when he stayed in the castle last night, Philip had carefully sensed that there was no abnormal magic in the castle, and he did not feel any evil aura belonging to the cultists.
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In Kant's castle, Gwen was personally led by Viscount Viktor and the old butler, Carter, to tour the 300-year-old building. They had just left a showroom with rich collections and were walking on the way to the library. Along the way, Viscount Viktor proudly introduced the history of the building to Gwen, and how his family rose 300 years ago and continued to this day.
However, Viscount Viktor was already old. He was much older than Butler Carter, and he had some problems with his muscles and bones due to an accident in his early years. When he was halfway through the tour with the guests, his physical strength could not keep up.
The old viscount had to apologize to Gwen, saying that he wanted to go back to his room to rest. Of course, Gwen would not pursue this matter. He could still tour the place well under the guidance of Butler Carter.
For a moment, only Gwen and an old butler were left in the wide and long corridor. The two walked in the corridor decorated with tapestries and wall lamps, while the latter dutifully continued to introduce the castle to Gwen.
Gwen suddenly interrupted him. "Mr. Carter, how many years have you served the Kant family?"
"Almost 50 years, Your Grace," the old butler said proudly. "I have been taking care of the family since I was a page."
Gwen nodded approvingly. "An excellent servant. You must know this place and the viscount's family very well."
The old butler nodded reservedly. "Yes, I know all of this, just like I know my own hands and feet."
"Last night, in my room, I saw a tall tower opposite. The tall tower was set off by several smaller towers, and it looked very magnificent in the rainy night," Gwen said. "What is that tower for?"
The old butler's reserved and proud expression suddenly froze for a moment, and then he frowned slightly. "Your Grace, that is the north tower. Please forgive my rudeness, but I can't show you the place."
"North tower?" Gwen raised his eyebrows slightly. "Ah, when I was chatting with your master, I heard that the viscount's wife seemed to live in the north tower. I was reckless. But does the viscount's wife live in that tower all year round? Doesn't she live in the castle? "
"Alas, after the mistress's health deteriorated, she has been living there." The old butler shook his head. "She can't see the light, and she can't stand noise. The north tower is the quietest place in the castle."
"I shouldn't ask about other people's family affairs, but I am really curious about this matter." Gwen continued. Others might be embarrassed to ask about this private matter, but as a living ancestor who had been resurrected from 700 years ago, he had nothing to be embarrassed about. "Your viscount's wife seems to be much younger than the viscount."
"The viscount's wife married here ten years ago." The old butler was stunned for a moment before he responded to Gwen. "Before that …"
As he spoke, the old butler showed a look of reminiscence. "The viscount's wife died in an accident, and the viscount has been single for many years. We are happy to see that he can come out of that terrible tragedy."
Gwen showed a look of curiosity. "Accident? What kind of accident? "
"I'm sorry, my lord, I can't continue to talk about this matter with you." The old butler finally refused to continue. "It's not my duty."
Gwen smiled casually. "It's okay. I asked too much. Let's continue the tour. I'm most interested in places like the library. "
In the evening, Amber and Byron, who had been out for a whole day, returned to Gwen.
"My lord, there is indeed an abnormal phenomenon of magic enrichment in the land." Knight Philip was the first to report. "The center of the phenomenon is this castle. But the strange thing is, other than the magic enrichment itself, I didn't feel any abnormal magic fluctuation in the castle, nor did I feel the evil aura of the cultists."
"The information I've gathered is much scarier than yours." Amber glanced at Philip with a smug look. She then deliberately lowered her voice and reported to Gwen in a sinister tone. "The people outside said that the viscount's wife …"
Gwen did not wait for Amber to finish. "Should have been dead a long time ago, right?"
Amber suddenly froze in the middle of her rambling. She then stared at Gwen. "Are you following me?"
"I guessed." Gwen smiled. "This kind of story usually unfolds like this. Well, I won't interrupt you. You can continue. "
Amber pursed her lips. She felt that the atmosphere that she had been trying so hard to build up had been ruined. But she still told Hao Ren what she had heard. "It's really sad to talk about it. A few decades ago …"
After Amber told him everything he knew, Knight Philip couldn't help but press his chest. "What a pitiful person … Fate is unfair in so many ways."
"If the viscount's wife had died a few decades ago, then the one you saw last night was most likely a ghost! Or a 'person' that was' resurrected 'by the kind-looking Viscount Viktor. "Amber said in a sinister tone. As she spoke, goosebumps rose all over her body." It must be that Viscount Viktor couldn't take the shock of his wife's death, so he was bewitched by the cultists. He used witchcraft to resurrect the dead or summon the souls of the dead. He must have captured the refugees to maintain the ritual … That's what the stories say! Ugh … You scared me to death! "
"You scared yourself half to death by telling yourself a ghost story. If you're so timid, don't lower your voice like others." Gawain glanced at the disgrace of the elves, then shook his head. "That Lilith Kant shouldn't be an undead."
Amber and Philip asked in unison, "Why?"
"The revenant doesn't have such high intelligence, and she doesn't have any similar aura to the revenant. And most importantly, the revenant can't say their names. Lilith Kant said her name clearly, and I've also confirmed that the name is real." Gwen said slowly. "All signs show that Lilith Kant isn't a revenant."
Amber looked at Gwen from head to toe. "You're not convincing. Who said that a resurrected person must be a revenant? Aren't you a special case who can still say your name? What if Viscount Viktor also found a shadow master as powerful as me to pry open his wife's coffin … "
Gwen raised his hand and interrupted the Elven Shame's train of thought. He said unhurriedly, "Don't rush to your conclusion. I also found something here."
"You found it?" Amber was stunned. "What did you find?"
"Today, I talked to the castle's butler about the viscount's wife. He responded to the topic without hesitation and said that the current viscount's wife was married to Viktor Kant ten years ago, and the previous viscount's wife died on the spot in an accident." Gwen said unhurriedly. "At the same time, I also paid attention to the conversations of the servants in the castle. I also contacted a few in private and found that they all had the same understanding."
Philip's expression suddenly became serious. "Yesterday, no one in the castle talked about the viscount's wife!"
"Yes, someone talked about it today. And not only did they talk about it, they also had a whole set of understanding about the viscount's wife. This set of understanding is very different from the news Amber heard outside the castle!"
"How could this be?!" Amber was confused. "Who gave them a mental suggestion?"
"Maybe it's something like a mental suggestion …" Gwen said slowly. "But according to the ability of the Cult of Eternal Rest, I'd like to call it a … supplementary setting.
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