Finally, only Gwen, Amber, and Viscount Kant were left in the study. Knight Philip stood guard at the door. For a moment, the room seemed particularly quiet.
Viscount Kant slowly exhaled, feeling that his strength was gradually recovering. He smiled bitterly. "It's a nightmare."
"Yes, it's a nightmare." Gwen looked down at the old viscount. "I think you don't know why your butler's temperament suddenly changed, right?"
"Like I said just now, I really have no clue." Viscount Kant seemed to be absent-minded for a moment, then shook his head bitterly. "He has been taking care of me for decades, and has been serving the Kant family loyally. But just now, he seemed to have changed into a different person …"
"Have you heard of the Eternal Sleepers?" Gwen suddenly interrupted Viscount Kant. He stared into the latter's eyes and asked bluntly.
Amber, who was next to him, could not help but quietly reach for the dagger at her waist. At the same time, her body shrank into Gwen's shadow.
"The Eternal Sleepers?" Viscount Kant frowned, then slowly nodded. "Yes, I've heard of them. They are the fallen believers of the God of Dreams. It is said that when people have nightmares, they will sneak into the victim's consciousness and control or even replace the latter's mind. Could it be that Carter is controlled by the Eternal Sleepers? "
Seeing Viscount Kant's reaction, Gwen was expressionless and did not show the slightest emotion. Then he shook his head. "No matter what, what you need most now is rest. Sleep well for a while and let your strength recover. And I suggest that you call a few more servants to accompany you. You are old and have lost too much strength this time. You need someone to look after you to be safe."
Viscount Kant bowed his head sincerely. "Thank you for your concern."
Gwen and Amber left the study. Knight Philip, who was waiting at the door, immediately came forward. "My Lord, how is the situation inside?"
"Viscount Kant has recovered, except for a little weakness," Gwen said in a low voice as he walked forward quickly. "The current clues all point to the old butler. At least on the surface."
Knight Philip was stunned. "On the surface? Could it be that you have other suspicions? "
"The timing of Butler Carter's' great change in temperament 'is too perfect." Gwen frowned. "If he is a believer of the Eternal Rest or a superhuman bewitched by the Eternal Rest, then he should have prepared everything before we arrived at the castle. If he is not prepared, then he might as well not take any action because all the slave-catching plans were signed by Viscount Kant. The' resurrection 'of the viscount's wife will also lead the suspicion to Viktor Kant. If Butler Carter does nothing, he will naturally not be suspected of anything. The suspicion has long been on Viscount Kant."
Amber blinked and slowly came back to her senses. "I remember that when we were discussing the suspicion of Viscount Kant, Butler Carter suddenly assassinated him … Did he take the initiative to transfer the suspicion to himself? So the butler's real purpose was to protect his master? "
Then, she suddenly realized, "No wonder! No wonder the dagger avoided the vitals! "
"In this way, we can be more certain that Viscount Kant is the mastermind behind all this!" Philip's face showed a hint of eagerness, and a sense of justice began to beat in the young Knight's chest. "My Lord, the time to destroy the cultist plan has come!"
Gwen's face was serious. He still felt that he had missed something, but in the end, he had to nod. "We can't delay it. But before we alarm Viscount Kant, we must first find the core that maintains the 'illusory space', terminate this ritual magic, and isolate Viscount Kant from the magic core. If my judgment is correct, the thing that maintains this magic should be a lantern. "
"A lantern? Does the viscount's wife always carry a lantern in her hand? " Amber suddenly remembered. She was very sensitive to anything that looked more valuable, and that lantern looked very valuable. "Is that it? Then I'll just steal it, won't it? "
"It does look the same, but I'm afraid the lantern in Lilith Kant's hand is just a replica." Gwen shook his head. "The real lantern has a very obvious magic reaction. It should be placed near the place where Lilith Kant usually stayed."
The three had returned to the guest room. Gwen poured himself a glass of water, but did not drink it. Instead, he looked at Amber after a short moment of thought. "I need you to do something — do what you always do."
"No problem, I'm good at this kind of thing." Amber immediately patted her chest proudly. "Tell me, where is the Kant family's ancestral grave?"
"… I'm not asking you to dig up someone's ancestral grave!" Gawain almost choked on his breath. He was glad that he had not drunk any water, or he would have been choked to death by the shame of all living things. "I want you to find the real lantern. If you can, steal it!"
"So in the end, we still have to steal the lantern." Amber rolled her eyes. "You should at least give us a rough location. This castle is huge! "
"The North Tower. Lilith Kant lives in the North Tower all year round. If I'm not wrong, it's in the cellar." Gwen said. "Nominally, she stays there because of her weak constitution and phobia of light, but it's more like a kind of house arrest."
Amber raised her eyebrows. "Cellar? That place is full of shadow power. It's where I can cast my spell! "
After Amber left, only Gwen and Knight Philip were left in the room. The latter stood quietly near the door, responsible for guarding, while Gwen held the glass of water, carefully thinking about the source of the strange feeling in his heart.
Knight Philip broke the silence. "My lord, is it really okay to let Amber steal the ritual core? With her combat strength … "
"If everything goes well, she doesn't need to fight at all. If she really encounters an enemy and can't succeed, she will definitely run back at once." Gwen shook his head and said. His eyes fell on the glass of water in his hand. The slightly rippling water reflected his face, and his thoughts drifted further away. As his thoughts drifted, the lantern in Lilith Kant's hand suddenly appeared in his mind.
He vaguely remembered that after he gave the lantern to Selena seven hundred years ago, the latter had fused the power of the lantern with her own dream magic. But what was the specific use of the lantern?
Selena seemed to have mentioned before … She walked in the warrior's nightmare. The dream was often full of distorted paths and layers of fog, and the lantern could guide her to the right path, so that she would not get lost in the dream world, and let her see the real appearance of the dream …
A lantern to guide the way … A lantern?!
Gawain suddenly realized where the biggest blind spot in his thinking was.
And at the same time when he realized that, a strange and unbelievable truth quickly formed in his guess. The truth was so contrary to common sense, so unbelievable, but this was probably what was really happening in the castle!
Gwen suddenly stood up and put the glass of water in his hand on the table. Knight Philip who was standing at the door was startled. "My lord?"
"We've made a mistake!" Gwen quickly walked to the door. "We've made a complete mistake from the beginning!"
Knight Philip was confused by Gwen's words. "Made a mistake? What mistake? "
Gwen's hand pressed on the door handle. He turned his head and frowned as he stared into the young Knight's eyes. "This is not Viscount Kant's dream! Come with me quickly! "
The two left the room, and in the process of walking quickly through the entire corridor, Gwen quickly told Knight his guess and discovery.
Philip's eyes grew bigger and bigger, and in the end, he was completely stunned. "There … there is such a thing?"
Then, he reacted. "Then wouldn't Hu Po really be in danger?!"
"No, according to my judgment, she won't be in danger at this stage because the dream maker hasn't woken up yet," Gwen said quickly. "But now we have to split up … Philip, I have a mission for you."
"My lord, please give me your orders!"
"Go behind the main building of the castle, find an abandoned stable, and use your ability to detect evil to search …"
Knight Philip took the order and left. Gwen quickly walked through the corridor, went up the stairs, and came to Viktor Kant's study.
The study was still shrouded in a strange and gloomy atmosphere as before. Viscount Viktor Kant sat quietly behind the heavy desk, as motionless as a statue.
The old viscount's gaze fell on the few pieces of paper in front of him. It was not until Gwen walked up to him that he raised his head slowly and said in an indifferent tone, "You're here, Duke."
Gwen looked into the viscount's eyes quietly. He saw a trace of sadness and relief in the viscount's eyes, but there was no fear.
"You seem to … know that I'm coming."
"It's just a hunch." Viscount Kant revealed a stiff smile. "You can do what you want now."
"I came here just to tell you a story." Gawain moved a chair from the corner and sat opposite Viscount Kant. He looked at Viscount Kant's old face, and his tone was calm and gentle. "This story began more than 30 years ago, on a stormy night …" Gawain said in a gentle tone.
"That night, Lord Kant, the young viscount, who was you, rode in a carriage in the rainy night. Your wife and son were in the carriage.
"Because of a piece of mud or stone, the carriage slipped into a mountain stream. Unfortunately, you were thrown out of the carriage.
"Mr. Viktor Kant, you died on the spot — and your son.
"And your even more unfortunate wife, Madam Lilith Kant, obviously couldn't withstand such a blow and pressure …
"So, she chose to let herself 'die' and let her husband and son 'survive' — at least that's how things developed in her dream.
"That's all, Mr. Viscount."
Viktor Kant sat quietly in the chair and suddenly sighed. His voice was ethereal as if it came from another world. "It's a nightmare, isn't it?"
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