Chapter 175 Investigation

The rain stopped by the second day, but the sky was still overcast.

The Kant Territory is shrouded in a long cloud, and the last rain before winter is always reluctant to leave. In the next few days, this land should receive several moderate rainfalls, and Such abundant rain is very beneficial to the special product of the territory, the potion.

Most potions also grow in winter, and although their roots and plants appear dry and dead, spellcasters know that their "spiritual plants" are still nourished by the magical environment and will die in the second They come back to life in the revival months of the year, and how much they grow in winter depends in part on the last rain before frost.

Gawain had breakfast with Viscount Victor Kant in the dining room of the castle. Because the Viscountess was too sick to see guests, and the Viscount's only son was not in the territory, only the two of them were eating at the huge table, even though the tableware was gorgeous. , the food was delicious, and the atmosphere of having breakfast made Gawain quite uncomfortable.

He prefers the atmosphere of a large group of people sitting around a table, rather than the current situation, where he and an old nobleman are facing each other across a long table, and they can't wait to have a delay when they talk to each other. stance.

"I hope you are resting well in this old house," said Victor Kant, cutting the bread in front of him. "This castle is too old. I plan to renovate it again in my lifetime."

"It's very comfortable here, more comfortable than I thought," Gawain praised rather insincerely, "The ancient castle gives people a sense of security."

Victor smiled and looked beside Gawain: "It seems that your two relatives left early in the morning?"

"They're not very comfortable with being restrained. I let them go to town to relax, and they're more comfortable in the messy pub."

"Understandable, in fact, when I was young, I preferred a tavern to a quiet castle," the old Viscount raised the glass in front of him. "Of course, I'm just a junior in front of you."

Gawain raised his glass in response,

And he said casually: "The health of the Viscountess is very worrying. What kind of disease is she suffering from?"

Victor's movements paused indiscernibly, and then a smile appeared on his face: "Have you seen her?"

According to that Lilith Kant, the old Viscount should have arranged for her to say hello to Gawain, but at this time Victor acted as if he knew about it for the first time!

Gawain concealed his psychological changes and maintained a faint smile: "After dinner last night, she came to say hello to me, but her face was very bad."

"My poor Lilith," Victor Victor sighed, "her health has not been very good, she can't see the sun, and she can't bear the noise, so she can only live in the North Tower for a long time, and she can only come out at night. But she is a very kind person, and my tolerant attitude towards the people is largely influenced by her - she always persuades me to think more about those who can't live in a good house and can't afford meat feeling, but her own body is getting worse and worse."

Viscount Kant's kindness and tolerance towards the commoners in his territory, which Gawain heard yesterday when he heard some servants chatting in the castle, and this was one of the things that surprised him: he had already made a preconceived judgment. It is very likely that Victor Kant is a cultist of the Eternal Sleep Order, or at least has been controlled and bewitched by the cultists, so he would arrest refugees for evil rituals, but he never imagined that he would All the words I heard after entering Kant's territory were praising the old lord!

He couldn't judge the authenticity of the chatter he heard from the castle servants, so he could only follow the trend and say: "It is every lord's duty to treat the subjects kindly. We created this kingdom to protect the subjects. rather than riding on their heads to make a fortune."

"Yeah, unfortunately few people still remember this now," Victor's sigh seemed to come from his heart, "more and more nobles forget why their ancestors picked up the sword for the first time. , we were originally a barrier to protect the commoners, a reliance to allow them to live in peace, and a guide to lead them to wealth and warmth, but now most of the nobles grew up in castles and manors, and they serve others I take it for granted with offerings, but I have completely forgotten that I have some responsibilities...cough..."

Victor seemed to be a little excited, and he couldn't help coughing. After finally calming down, he let out a long breath: "I spend a lot of time every year inspecting every farm and medicine field in the territory to accurately grasp the The harvest of the year, to prevent the exorbitant tax pressure from starving the residents, and to spend a lot of energy dealing with the merchants to ensure that the surplus medicinal materials and food in the territory can find buyers, so that my residents can find buyers. You can have enough money to repair the house and buy fuel for the winter, but because of this, you will be absent from many so-called 'high-level parties', so that the vulgar southern aristocrats regard them as reclusive weirdos, tasteless philistines... Ugh."

Viscount Victor said a lot in one breath, and after he finished speaking, he smiled awkwardly: "Sorry, I have a habit of talking a lot when I get older, but I think you should be able to understand me-because I listen to Said that you are also very kind to the people."

"Of course," Gawain raised his glass with a smile, "this is every lord's duty."

...

At the same time, in the town outside the castle, Amber was holding a glass of bubbling ale, listening to the peasants and artisans who had nothing to do to brag about their meager and uninteresting daily lives, with expressions of interest on their faces. It looks like, but in my heart I plan how many glasses of wine I need to exchange for what I want to hear.

Farming is over, and the weather is not suitable for any out-of-home work, so the rich peasants and craftsmen who still have some spare money will spend their worthless time in the town's taverns. Like Tanzania, Kantring is one of the few places in the south. One of the wealthy territories, the commoners who live here will naturally visit places such as taverns and casinos more frequently, and for these people, with just a few glasses of ale and a few compliments, Amber can reveal all their secrets .

This is a very pleasant process for Amber, who has been involved in such occasions since childhood.

Especially when you don't have to pay for the wine yourself, it's even more pleasant.

She put on an outfit that matched her identity: black leather armor and a slightly worn cloak, plus a short sword with her head sticking out from her waist from time to time, and a "lucky stone" tied to her wrist. The image is complete, and the commoners are in awe and curiosity of this kind of person, and the cliché will become easy.

After three rounds of drinking and talking about the ghost stories in the farmland and the old house, Amber felt that it was time to talk about the lord, so he looked at the blacksmith sitting at the table and on the territory with a curious expression: "I heard about you The lord is a person who is very good at governing the territory, is it true or false?"

"I don't understand what it means to govern a territory," the blacksmith said with his eyes full of alcohol, "but Mr. Victor is indeed a very good person... hiccup, with him, everyone will be happy. If you can eat a full stomach, even in winter, you can eat half full, and the territory has not starved to death for more than ten years!"

Further south, there is a place where civilians not only starve to death, but occasionally have meat to eat.

Amber muttered in his heart, but his face was full of admiration: "That's not easy!"

"No, Lord Victor is really the most charitable Lord Lord I've ever seen," another elderly drinker took up the conversation, "but I heard from those who brought vegetables and milk to the castle, the castle is quite It's gloomy, there's always a feeling that there's air leaking somewhere..."

A slightly bloated tavern maid slammed the wooden cup in front of the drinker: "Don't talk nonsense! The castle is not your thatched house, and the old George who delivered the food was probably drunk and blew himself in the mud pit. The cold wind seems to be in the castle!"

The fat maid told a joke that was not funny, but it caused a burst of laughter.

"It seems that Victor is really a good lord," Amber said, shaking his head, "I just don't know how the Viscountess-"

As soon as these words were said, the scene was eerily quiet for a moment.

Some were looking at each other, some were drinking with their heads down, and the elderly were frowning, as if thinking of something bad, Amber immediately realized that there was an inside story, and asked curiously, "What's the matter? What's your reaction?"

"You are a foreigner, it's normal not to know," an old man who seemed to be the oldest said, he should be a wealthy landowner or a retired craftsman, there are very few poor people who have not yet reached this age The old man who died of injury and illness, and such a person not only knew the life of the commoners, but also heard about the lord's affairs, "Viscountess... Maybe it has been decades? When she died... "

"The Viscountess died? Did she die decades ago?!" Amber was shocked, "How did she die?"

"That's a poor woman. The whole thing is so miserable. That kind of thing shouldn't happen to a good person." Some young people who don't know much about the past are also urging him to speak: "Master Sandro, tell me, I have heard people talk about this since I was a child, but I have never heard it all-you are old, you should know what happened back then."

Amber glanced at the urging young man with admiration, and decided to buy another drink with the money Gawain gave him.

The old man who seemed to have experienced the events of the year sighed, took a sip of wine and said slowly: "That was thirty... about thirty years ago, maybe a little longer, that year was also this month, and it was also the next year. It rained, but it rained extremely hard, and it rained for several days...

"Master Victor was a young man then, and he was as good a lord as he is now, just and benevolent, when he came back from inspecting the barn in the next town, with the Viscountess with him, and their only son, Belle. Mr. Mu. They drove back from the west road in the carriage, and although it was raining heavily, they went on the road... They really should have been in the next town for an extra day, alas.

"I don't even need to tell you that you can guess that, with such a heavy rain and so slippery, there must be an accident - the carriage had an accident on the old hillside, it overturned and slipped from the highest point of the old hillside. Entering the mountain stream, the whole car fell apart... The whole night passed, and no one knew that something happened to the lord's family outside. The Viscountess was not covered until the sun came out the next day and the rain stopped. It was blood that appeared in the town... She almost crawled into the town, covered with bruises and bruises, and almost died of crying, she said that she watched the master and the young master being thrown out of the carriage in front of her, and fell into the unknown Where, let's hurry up and save them."

When the old man said this, he couldn't help sighing for a while, and then he took another sip of wine to continue: "We escorted the lady back to the castle, and then immediately sent people to the old hillside to find the whereabouts of the carriage and the master and the young master, but it took three full days. Today, apart from some bloodstains and fragments of the carriage, we only found the carcasses of two horses.

"The lady washes her face with tears in the castle every day. Alas, she is a kind and good person. She has always taken care of the poor people in the territory. From the day she married into this place, she has to distribute firewood to the poor people every winter. and black bread, but this happened to her. For three days, her husband and son were not found, so she finally went mad. According to the servants who were working in the castle at the time, she put herself Shut up in the room and yelled, then ran to the dark corners of the castle, talked to her imaginary husband and son, and finally locked herself in the cellar of the north tower of the castle, where she drank Poison, ended his suffering.

"On the fourth day, Master Victor and Master Belm returned to the castle alive, they were not dead."

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