Gwen could not help but sigh at the miraculous and convenient healing spells. This world did not have advanced medical thinking, nor did it have a complete understanding of microbial infections, human anatomy, cell biology, and other aspects. For the commoners, an ordinary wound infection could take their life, but at the same time, the masters of the Holy Light and the Way of Nature could use magic to achieve unimaginable "healing". As long as one could afford the price, even a half-dead person could be healed in a matter of minutes.
There was no Druil in Kant Hill, but there were several priests of the Holy Light. One of them lived in the small church in the castle all year round. He was the lord's religious advisor, and at the same time, he was responsible for the lord's health. Under the timely notification of the servants, this priest of the Holy Light quickly rushed to Viktor Kant's study and used the Holy Light spell to save the old viscount's life.
Gawain stood to the side and watched the priest busying himself. The Druil potion had already replenished Viktor Kant's much-needed life force, and Knight's "Blood Encouragement" overdrew this part of life force to quickly replenish the viscount's lost blood. Now, the healing Holy Light had covered the wound. The priest prayed devoutly while carefully holding the handle of the dagger. Then, he shouted the name of the God of Holy Light and quickly pulled out the weapon.
The Holy Light immediately stirred and quickly healed the wound. At the same time, it also repaired the damaged muscles and bones inside the wound. During this process, the priest of the Holy Light kept praying to the God of Holy Light to ensure that the healing effect on the viscount's body would not be interrupted.
Gwen nodded silently. He thought to himself that he had finally seen a normal priest of the Holy Light. Where the hell did those priests who used the Rising Dragon Bonesetting Technique and the One-Inch Punch Spirit Cleansing Technique come from?
The healing process should continue for a short while. The servants were surrounding their master. Gwen looked around and began to check every corner of the study.
No one questioned his actions. The ordinary servants thought that the duke was inspecting the scene of a murder, and the butler, Carter, who could have obstructed him, had become the murderer and fled the place.
Gwen's gaze moved around the enclosed study as he frowned slightly.
This was not a suitable place for a study. Although it was located on the upper floor of the castle, it had a terrible lighting environment. The narrow and uncomfortable window of a classical castle was particularly prominent here. There was only one narrow window in the whole room, which caused it to be unable to bring much light into the room even when the sun was at its brightest. There was obviously some problem with the magic crystal lamps inlaid on the wall. Even when all the lights were on, the room was shrouded in a layer of hazy and dim atmosphere.
No, it might not be the problem with the Magic Crystal Lamp …
Gwen's gaze landed on one of the lamps. That lamp was actually very bright, but its light seemed to be restrained by some kind of power, so it couldn't light up the entire room.
Was the kind and cheerful viscount Victor working in such a strange study room?
Gwen came to one side of the room. There was a huge bookshelf against the wall. A large number of beautifully bound books with thick covers were neatly arranged on the bookshelf. Many of the books' spines were even inlaid with gold and silver decorations, which was a typical feature of a noble's library.
In Gwen's opinion, this was the embodiment of multiple functions. When one needed knowledge, one could use it to read; when one needed self-defense, one could use it to hit people; when one's family was in decline, one could even use it to pry the gold out of the book cover as start-up funds to revive the family business. Apart from the fact that one could easily get hit in the face and be paralyzed when reading at night, these heavy and gorgeous books were simply the model of "knowledge is power and money at the same time".
And in fact, most of the books in this era were so heavy and gorgeous. They were originally "luxuries" that only the rich could own. Sometimes, the number of books in a castle even directly showed the wealth and background of a noble, even if they themselves might not read more than a few times in their lifetime.
However, it was obvious that Viscount Kant was not just collecting these books to maintain his reputation. Most of the book covers had different degrees of wear and tear and deformation. This was a phenomenon that would only happen when one was frequently flipped through. Moreover, some of the book covers even had traces of being repaired with glue, leather, and gold and silver foil. This was something that only book lovers would do.
However, as Gawain scanned the books one by one, he realized that all the signs of repair seemed to have been left behind a long time ago. The gold and silver foils had already changed color, and the leather that was glued onto them was also badly worn. Furthermore, there wasn't a single relatively new book on the entire bookshelf.
It seemed that after a certain time, Viscount Kant was no longer interested in these "ordinary books".
Then what was he reading? Was it the Cult of Eternal Slumber's evil books that were left behind for him?
Gawain then turned to another small table behind the desk. On this table were some documents and dossiers that he didn't need for the time being. Suddenly, Gawain's eyes were attracted by an unfolded piece of paper.
On it was a record of some account transactions, which seemed to be the original information that had not yet been collected into the account book. And the most eye-catching of these records was the payment to a mercenary group and the deposit for the next operation. The specific content of the employment was written with the words "collect raw materials".
This was the record of hiring mercenaries to capture refugees? Evidence?
Gwen frowned. Just as he was about to approach the piece of paper, he suddenly heard a small commotion from the servants behind him. Then, an additional light shone into the dimly lit study.
Gwen turned around in surprise and saw Viscountess Lilith Kant standing at the door. This sickly lady, who was so thin that she looked like a shadow, was holding a lantern. She probably used the light of this lantern to run all the way from the north tower to here. Her eyes were wide open as she stared blankly at Viktor Kant, who was surrounded by people. Fear and shock were written all over her face.
"What's going on?!" Lilith exclaimed. Her voice was intermittent. "Can … Can someone tell me … Viktor … What happened to him?"
"Madam, Madam, please don't panic. The viscount is fine." The priest quickly stood up. "Thanks to the God of Holy Light's blessing, the viscount only suffered some superficial wounds and fainted from shock. Duke Gwen gave him the medicine in time, and with my treatment, he is safe now."
As he spoke, the priest raised his hand and tried to summon a ray of holy light to calm the terrified lady. But Lilith Kant ignored the priest and ran to Victor's side. After checking that he was indeed still breathing, she was relieved and looked at Gawain. "Thank you … Thank you for saving him." Gawain nodded and said, "Thank you … Thank you for saving him."
"It's what I should do." Gwen nodded slightly. He then looked at the servants around him. "There are too many people in here. Your master needs fresh air. Other than his personal servants, everyone else please leave."
Gwen was not the master of this castle, but at this moment, no one objected to his words. Soon, most of the servants left the room. After confirming that the healing spell had taken effect and that the viscount himself did not need to cast any more spells, the priest also left the room.
Viscount Kant's wounds had healed. A senior manservant wiped the blood off the viscount's body. The viscount finally woke up.
It took him a while to focus his eyes before he could see the situation in the room clearly. He first saw Gwen and was stunned for a moment. Then, he saw Lilith standing in front of him and immediately became nervous. "My dear! Why are you here?! "
"I … I heard that something happened in the castle …" Lilith Kant looked a little flustered. "So I came to see you …"
"I'm fine." Viscount Kant waved his hand with some effort and asked the servant to leave. Then, he tried to stand up weakly, but this effort failed. Lilith immediately stepped forward to support him, and he grabbed Lilith's arm. "You don't have to worry. On the contrary, you coming here at this time made me very worried."
"I … I'm fine," the viscount's wife said hurriedly and quickly nodded to Gwen. "The duke saved you immediately and called the priest. My dear, what happened?"
"Thank you for your help," Viktor Kant immediately thanked Gwen, and frowned and slowly took a breath. His wounds had healed, but the pain of the dagger piercing his chest seemed to still linger in his heart and lungs. "It was Carter. Carter suddenly attacked me. I was completely stunned. He seemed to have changed into another person. While stabbing me, he said some strange things. He said that there was an intruder in the castle and that he needed to protect something … I'm completely stunned now!"
Then the viscount seemed to suddenly realize something. "By the way, Carter — where did he go? Did he attack anyone? "
Gwen was just about to answer when a shadow suddenly condensed and formed in the study. Amber's voice came from the shadow. "He ran away."
The half-elf lady appeared. Her body was almost wet from the rain. Her long ears shook in the air (probably to shake off the water?). She turned to Gwen and said, "That old butler is definitely not an ordinary person! I saw him running on the spire of the castle as if he was flying. His figure disappeared and reappeared again. I couldn't catch up with him even with Shadow Step. In the end, I chased him to the stable behind the castle, but he disappeared there. I couldn't find him at all. "
Gwen was shocked. "Even you can't track someone?"
"Yes, at least a demigod," Amber said with certainty. "After all, I'm the chosen one of the Goddess of the Night …"
Gwen pretended not to hear this sentence.
"He ran away. I'm afraid he will become a threat." Gwen looked at the viscount and his wife. "I suggest you strengthen the castle's defense."
"That's for sure." Viscount Kant nodded hard.
Lilith nodded slightly, but suddenly she covered her forehead. Her body swayed slightly as if she had lost her support.
Viscount Kant suddenly looked nervous. "My dear?"
"I … I'm a little dizzy." Lilith covered her forehead and said with a little pain in her voice. "I'm not feeling well …"
"You've been away from your room for too long!" Viscount Kant's tone became serious. "You have to go back and rest quickly. Don't worry, I'll send twice as many guards to guard the north tower, and as long as I'm a little better, I'll go and be with you."
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