Chapter 165 What Happened to Kant

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It was a well-crafted dagger. Although it was not an enchanted weapon, the material was mixed with a small amount of adamantine and purple steel - which made it reflect a unique lavender color under the light. This material The weapon does not bring any superpower bonus, but if you want to deal with the enchanted armor, it often has a good effect.

On the hilt of the dagger, Gawain found a mark that looked like a brown bear's head, and there was a garland around the mark.

In this era, many emblems are not to be used indiscriminately—a considerable number of beasts and flowers and plants are regarded as the "private symbols" of nobles, and the combination of the heads of beasts and flowers and plants in many cases means a family's According to Gawain's heraldry and the law of Anzu nobility, the mark on this dagger is structurally obviously a family mark.

For seven hundred years, the family seal of these nobles still follows ancient traditions.

This dagger should come from a "gift" from a certain noble. According to Gawain's knowledge, nobles are very strict when giving weapons to others: weapons such as battle axes, war hammers, and halberds are only given by the king. , and will only be given to nobles with military exploits; various types of swords (mainly long swords) are more common gifts, any noble can give someone a sword for any reason, but the person who receives the gift must also A noble must at least reach the rank of knights; and weapons such as daggers, knives, and short bows are considered "off the table", and nobles will give such things to their favorite "commoners", and the goal is usually Excellent guard, chaperone, or... eagle dog.

"It seems as I judged that those mercenaries were 'domesticated' by noble families," Gawain picked up the dagger and examined it carefully, "I just don't know if they are loyal to one family or to several at the same time. family……"

"Do you recognize the mark on this?" Amber leaned over curiously, "Ah, I just thought this thing looked good at first..."

"I don't know," Gawain carefully identified, and finally shook his head, "This family should not have appeared when I was alive. Go and call Heidi, she should know more about the nobles in the southern region."

Soon, Hetty came to Gawain's tent.

After carefully identifying the mark on the dagger, she said with certainty: "This is the emblem of the Kant family."

"The Kant family?" Gawain recalled with a frown, and finally found the source of the name in the contemporary common sense that he has recently made up for, "The Viscount on the north side of the Leslie family?"

"Yes,

Crossing the wild mountains and forests in the northern part of the Baishui River, just to the north where you brought those refugees back, is the territory of the Kant family," Hetty began to introduce the simple situation of the Kant family, "It was a family that emerged three hundred years ago. The family was sealed here because of their military exploits. When the Cecil family's 'accident' happened, they were loyal to the current royal family, so they escaped the Southern Cleanup. At present, it is considered as one of the few in the southern land with more than 100 years of ownership. One of the historic families. "

Gawain asked casually, "How is their relationship with the Cecil family?"

"It's not far, and it's not near," Hetty replied. "During the Great Purging of the Southern Territory a hundred years ago, they neither helped nor fell into trouble, and they remained neutral. It was a relatively mysterious family. There is not much communication with the outside world, and family members rarely appear in the upper-class social circle—although the upper-class social circle on the southern side of the border itself is very loose, the Kant family is still the least."

"What is their main industry? Fields? Mines? Or ranches?"

"Lord Kant mainly produces food, as well as various high-quality herbs, including potions, but there is no mine."

"Then there is a problem, the problem is big..." Gawain knocked on the table, "A noble leader who has no mines and mainly relies on fields, what is he going to do by plundering a large group of slaves before winter? And judging from this dagger , This group of mercenaries is specifically to help the Kant family, and it is certainly not the first time that they have captured slaves in the wilderness - what are so many slaves sent to Kant?"

"This..." Heidi also realized the strangeness of the problem, and suddenly remembered another thing, "Speaking of which, there is another thing that is very strange, the main output of Kant's territory has always been food, and herbs and potions are only Sideline, but in recent years, the number of herbs and potions sold there has been increasing year by year, especially potions. Not only has the output doubled, but the quality is getting better and better, and it has already surpassed their grain output. , has become the main pillar of the Kant family. But from the law of magic power distribution, this situation is difficult to explain..."

Due to the existence of various supernatural powers, there are two types of "medicinal plants" in this world. In addition to herbal medicines with general effects, there are also "magic potions" that can be used in various magical rituals or directly as materials for casting spells. In a word, under normal circumstances, the growth of potions is very limited by the local magic environment, and its output will naturally have an upper limit. If the magic environment is not good, then no matter how intensively cultivated or improved the seeds, it is impossible to increase the production of potions— Simply increasing the number may actually lead to a decrease in the magic power contained in the medicinal material.

However, the production of potions by Kantling is increasing year by year.

In this era of lack of statistics, except for businessmen who specialize in business, nobles are rarely aware of the fluctuation of crop output in their surrounding territories (in fact, they may not even know the crop output of their own territory very well. It is the concern of the consultant and the general manager), but Hetty, as a magician, and a magician in the middle of the family, usually pays close attention to the changes in the surrounding potion market, and also keenly discovered this abnormal phenomenon.

Amber was only listening in boredom, but at this time, her pointed ears suddenly trembled, with a horrified look on her face: "Oh my god! Could the Kant family use living people as fertilizers to grow medicinal herbs? !"

"...Although I think they can really think of such a thing based on the moral values ​​of some nobles, it is still impossible to actually do it," Gawain twitched the corners of his eyes and waved his hand, "The fields where potions are grown are usually not hidden. , outsiders can see it at a glance, and living people can't increase the concentration of the magical environment... What kind of black magic is this?"

Gawain was talking, when suddenly Betty's voice came from outside the tent: "Master! Master! Pittman is here for you!"

Gawain was startled, remembering the task he had just given to the Druid, and couldn't help but smile: "It seems that his 'special medicine' has worked."

Because it had long been expected that ordinary torture would have little effect on those mercenaries, Gawain asked Pittman to find a way to deal with the two captured "captives" from the very beginning.

Druids are not a profession that is good at "torture" intelligence. Their spells are far inferior to those of blood god believers or those necromancers who specialize in torture and pain, but as long as you change your mind, obtaining intelligence is not easy. There is only one way of "torture".

At least in Gawain Cecil's memory, there were many techniques of using Druid potions and rituals to extract information from the enemy's mouth. Even after seven hundred years, these techniques were still as effective.

In a hut that was temporarily used as a prison, Gawain saw two captured mercenaries who had been poured with potions, smeared with ointment on their foreheads, and had been infused with ritual incense for a full hour.

The two had lost their minds at this time.

Pittman stood by and showed off: "I'll tell you, my potions and rituals are very effective, especially this incense, no matter how strong people are, they will lose themselves in its magic..."

Indeed, as the little old man said, at this moment, the whole house was filled with a strong and almost nauseating scent of incense. Even if Pittman's ceremony was over, the incense no longer had the magic power to interfere with the mind. He frowned because of the smell, and even Amber next to him shouted, "Wow - old man, are you trying to make bacon?"

"According to your smoking method, even if you don't need to pour potions, I am afraid that most people will recruit." Gawain had to add a breath protection effect to himself before he dared to stand in the room, "I even suspect that your ritual is It just stunned people directly, what about magic..."

Pittman nodded with a smile on the side: "You really came to the point - in fact, I considered improving this spell many years ago, I think even if you don't need magic medicine, it will work if you directly smoke the target's dung - it's a pity back then As soon as I proposed this idea, I was beaten by my mentor and had to give up. But you reminded me this time, maybe..."

"Do you dare to try it out?!" Gawain glared at the little old man when he heard this, "You really gave these two people an hour of shit, even if they wanted to hire me, I wouldn't ask!"

Pittman immediately shrank his neck, took a closer look at Gawain's tendon, and preliminarily determined that the unearthed legend in front of him could beat at least twenty of his mentors, so he decided to give up his bold "improvement ritual" plan.

Gawain frowned and looked at the two mercenary captives who had lost their way. They stared blankly at the ground in front of them with a dull look. Dragging them into a state between reality and dream, where they can't tell whether they are answering questions in reality or reading their memories in dream, before the magic power fades from them. Almost all questions will be answered.

"It's the one from the Kant family..." Gao Wenfa asked, but he suddenly forgot the name of the current ruler of the Kant family, so he turned his head slightly embarrassedly, "Hetty, who is in the Kant family now? "

Heidi turned her head slightly: "Viscount Victor Kant, an elderly viscount."

"Yes, Victor Kant," Gawain turned to the two mercenaries, "he sent you to capture slaves?"

The mage of the two mercenaries seemed to have some resistance, but the mercenary leader spoke first: "Yes... Victor Kant sent us to capture the refugees in the wilderness for him... but not as a slave."

"Not as a slave?" Gawain frowned, "What is that for?"

"Help him..." The mercenary leader replied with dull eyes at first, but suddenly raised his head in the second half of the sentence, his eyes stared blankly at Gao Wen, with a strange smile on his face, "Dream , Lord Gawain Cecil."

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