The "additional setting" mentioned by Gwen sounded like a new term to Amber and Knight Philip, but it was not complicated to explain its meaning. Gwen only said a few words, and the two understood the meaning of the term.
"In other words, what's going on in this castle is like a stage play, and everyone in the castle is an 'actor' who doesn't know it?" Knight Philip explained his understanding. "Usually, they live here as if under hypnosis. Because of long-term mental interference, they are not aware of the irregularities in their daily lives. But outsiders like us have broken the 'logic' of the stage play. The inconsistency between the plot and the facts has caused the play to be unable to continue. So the mastermind behind the creation and maintenance of this stage play has to patch up his' script '?"
Amber looked at Knight Philip from head to toe a few times, until the upright and honest young man felt goosebumps all over his body. Amber then said, "Oh, you're giving me goosebumps!"
"My Lord, I think we should stop this evil ritual immediately!" Philip did not respond to Amber. Instead, he said with a serious face, "I'm afraid that Kant Hill's practice of capturing refugees is not recent. This evil deed may have been carried out in secret for decades! During this period, the innocent people who entered this land and went missing should have been sacrificed to maintain the illusion. To put the whole castle under the influence of this evil spell, the cost is huge! "
"Yes." Amber showed a rare positive attitude. "Every minute and every second is a human life!"
Gwen frowned and looked at the two in front of him. "What do you think we should do?"
"If you really can't do it, just directly lay your cards on the table with that old man. Confront him face to face. If he admits it, just chop him up. If he doesn't admit it, then think of a way to make him admit it and then chop him up." Hu Po urged with all his might. "There shouldn't be anyone in this castle who can beat you.
Not only Gwen, but even Philip had long been used to Amber's "whoever goes first" style. He just looked at the half-elf in disdain and then slowly nodded. "My Lord, there is no doubt that Viscount Viktor Kant is the mastermind behind all this. In the whole of Kant Hill, only he has the motive and ability to carry out this evil deed …"
"Is Victor Kant the culprit …" Gawain did not respond to the two's proposal directly. Instead, he voiced his doubts. "Actually, there's something I can't figure out. Even if Kant's Hill doesn't communicate much with the outside world, there should be two or three visitors every year. Could it be that we're the only ones who caused the loophole in the 'large-scale illusion' in the castle? Didn't the people who came here before never notice it? That Lady Lilith Kant comes out of the North Tower every night and walks around the castle. No other servants have ever seen her? If other servants have seen her, then when they left the castle for business, they never mentioned that there was a living viscount's wife in the castle to the others in the fief. "
Amber frowned. "It's easy to explain why no other visitors have seen it. Normal guests shouldn't be like us and ask around for information from the beginning. As for the people in the castle … they are all hypnotized. Maybe as soon as they leave the castle, their cognition and memory will be completely changed?"
Seeing that Gawain was still deep in thought, Amber finally couldn't help but mutter, "If I were you, I wouldn't hesitate. There's obviously something wrong with that old man. Wouldn't everything be clear if you caught him and beat him up?"
Although Knight Philip was usually old-fashioned, his mind was better than Amber's at this time. "Are you worried that if we make a mistake, our actions here will stimulate the entire noble system in the southern region and cause them to be vigilant against Cecil's development?"
"Actually, I'm not worried about them. Those lords in the southern region don't have much of a presence here." Gwen shook his head. "I just feel that we have overlooked something. Although all the blame points to Viktor Kant, but … will it be so simple?"
A cultist, or a noble bewitched and controlled by a cultist, was bound to be extremely vigilant and cunning, especially when he was carrying out a shameful evil ritual. His vigilance would be so great that even if an outsider just stood there, he would be regarded as a needle and a carpet. However, Viktor Kant's performance from the beginning to the end was too relaxed and unguarded.
Was this simply superb acting? Or did he have something to rely on, so he was not afraid of being exposed? Or … the person who really controlled all of this was not Viscount Kant himself?
Kacha — Boom!
A series of loud thunder suddenly sounded in the sky, and the outside of the window was as bright as day in an instant. A few seconds later, bean-sized raindrops pitter-pattered down, sprinkling a series of dense noises on the stone exterior walls and crystal windows of the castle.
As night fell, a new torrential rain fell on this land.
The flash of lightning passed through the narrow high window, making the study suddenly bright. Sitting behind the desk, Viscount Viktor Kant suddenly looked up with a blank expression on his face. The flash of lightning lit up behind him, turning him into a shadow in the backlight, projecting his figure on the opposite side of the desk and onto the old butler Carter not far away.
When the flash of lightning faded away, the dim light in the study was restored. The light of the magic crystal lamp became strange and obscure in the room again, shrouding everything in a shadowy texture.
Viscount Viktor Kant suddenly said for no reason, "Carter, you have served the Kant family for many years."
The old butler suddenly took a step forward and walked to the desk in front of him — or rather, to the old master behind the desk. He was expressionless and said in a low voice, "The intruder has detected the second level of consciousness, the subconscious shielding area has loosened."
Viktor Kant just looked at this scene quietly, "Old friend, your contribution has exceeded your responsibility. I have wanted to thank you for a long time, but I did not say it. This is my regret …"
The old butler walked around the desk and stood in front of the old master. He lowered his head and looked at the person he had sworn loyalty to for the rest of his life, "The computing node is under threat, the risk of exposure is more than 50% … The priority is to ensure the concealment of the computing node."
A silver dagger was pulled out, and a silver light shone in the dim room. Then, it drew a short arc and pierced into a chest that was not very strong but still somewhat warm.
The old master's body twitched, and a strange sound came from his throat, and his eyes were covered with a layer of dreamy starlight. He looked at the butler's expressionless face and said in a low voice, "Kant family … thank you … for your loyalty."
The butler let go of the dagger and allowed the old master's blood to stain his body. His dark coat and white shirt were stained with blood. Then he turned around, pushed open the door of the study, and swaggered into the corridor.
A maid who was mopping the floor looked up and saw the butler coming out of the count's study. She hurriedly stood up to greet him, but the next thing she saw was the bloodstains on the old gentleman's clothes and his cold and indifferent face that was also stained with blood.
Butler Carter raised his hand, and a light purple, faintly discernible energy condensed in his hand, "You saw it!"
The young maid finally could not hold back her fear and screamed, "Ah!"
The maid's scream rang through the entire floor, and even the rooms on the floor below could hear it clearly. The three people who were talking in Gwen's room were instantly interrupted by the scream, and they heard great fear from the scream.
The three of them looked at each other and rushed out of the room at the same time.
The servants who were on night duty were alarmed by the scream, and the male and female servants ran out from every corner. The corridors were filled with running shadows, and when Gwen and the others ran to the third floor of the castle, there were already many people gathered there.
The maid who screamed fell to the ground, but there was no external injury. She was just temporarily unconscious due to excessive fear. After a basin of cold water splashed on her, she quickly woke up, and then shouted, "The butler is possessed by a demon", "He's covered in blood", "He came out of the lord's study", and other intermittent and almost crazy sentences.
Hearing the maid's intermittent shouts, Gawain's heart quivered for a moment. Some thoughts suddenly flashed in his mind. At the same time, he strode forward and looked at the frightened girl. "Where did the steward run off to?"
"That … that way!" The maid pointed to the end of the corridor, where an open window swayed violently in the wind and rain. "He cast a terrible spell on me, and then flew out like a ghost!"
"Spell?" Gwen looked down at the maid, but didn't see any trace of magic damage on her body. But he didn't have time to think about it, so he turned to Amber and said, "You go after him. If you find him, don't fight, and report back in time!"
Amber didn't wait for Gwen to finish his order. In fact, she had already run to the window, and while running, her figure was gradually fading. Her voice came from the air, "There's a reward for chasing people in the rain …"
A dark shadow rushed into the rainy night, and Gwen turned around and strode to the study not far away.
Viscount Viktor Kant sat upright on a high chair with a sharp knife in his chest, and the spilled blood had stained the table in front of him.
The servants behind Gawain immediately cried out in alarm when they saw this scene.
Philip and Gwen stepped forward together. The young Knight whispered the name of the God of War, and put his hand between the old viscount's mouth and nose. The next second, he exclaimed, "He's still breathing!"
Gwen also noticed the position of the dagger at this time. The old viscount was really lucky. Although the position of the dagger was dangerous, it seemed to be blocked by the ribs, and it didn't pierce the heart!
He was now unconscious due to excessive blood loss, but it wouldn't be so simple after a little while.
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