Chapter 173 Uneasy Wind

It started to rain heavily.

The cold air has brought colder rain. According to the weather in this area in previous years, this may be the last rain before the snowfall, and Kant has always been the place with the most abundant rainfall in the entire southern region, and this time is no exception.

The raindrops have been connected into a rain curtain, leaning and hanging in the sky with the wind, splashing in the wilderness, in the town, and on the outer wall of the ancient castle of the Kant family. The mottled and bumpy dark red spires and black exterior walls flow down, and in the increasingly dim skylight, they have a black oil-like glow.

However, the thick outer wall of the castle isolates the sound of wind and rain outside, and also isolates the increasingly cold atmosphere. In the lobby of the ancient castle, magic spar lamps illuminate all corners. The shadowy situation disappeared for some reason, and now the entire castle is illuminated by magic lights. Coupled with the burning fireplaces and braziers everywhere, the entire family castle is full of light and warmth.

The servants were wiping the tables and chairs and the lampstands and the statues all over the place, making all these things of history and family glory sparkle in the lights, and they talked about the colder weather outside, and about this year's territory. The harvest of crops and medicinal herbs is also talking about the distinguished guests that the Viscount will entertain today-the whole castle has been cleaned since two days ago, and everything has become brand new. The identity of the guests is not ordinary.

Then they saw the old butler in the castle, old Mr. Carter, an old but still sturdy old man, running down the hall stairs, with the head steward of the maids and valet behind him, and they ran across the hall like a gust of wind. , ran to the door, and the head maid shouted to the clumsy maids at the same time: "Hurry up and put away the bucket!" "Don't leave the rag on the countertop." "Silly girl, go back to the kitchen! No! Let the Duke see a low-level maid in a dirty skirt standing in the hall, do you understand?!" "Everyone goes back to their places! The guests are here!"

Viscount Victor Kant walked down the stairs on the second floor. When the butler was about to touch the door, he happened to stand in the center of the hall. This position allows him to welcome the distinguished guests with open arms at the most appropriate distance. It will make the guests wait too long and embarrassing, and it will not make the owner of the castle eagerly like a low-class servant.

The old butler came to the front door, took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped his hands, while silently counting the time in his heart, estimating when the knock on the door would sound according to the time when the guards in the tower delivered the news and the speed of his actions.

When he silently counted to thirty, the door was knocked.

You can't let a guest like the duke knock on the door a second time—even if it's the duke's coachman or guard who knocks on the door, but you can't open the door immediately, which would be indecent, so Carter counted three times in his heart. Before the second knock on the door, he ordered the soldiers on both sides of the gate to pull the roulette.

The extremely heavy "door" that could withstand the 82 blows of the battering ram opened under the power of the hinges and the roulette, and the heavy creaking sound seemed to carry the majesty of the Kant family for three hundred years.

And a man with seven hundred years of majesty walked into the gate, and the cold wind and rain swept into the hall behind him.

Immediately, a servant stepped forward to take the cape or hat that the guest took off, and a handyman ran out to pick up the carriage that was parked outside. Gawain took Amber and Knight Philip into the main hall of Fort Conde, and he saw a haired man. The old aristocrat wearing a long black and red coat, who was about to be completely white and had many age spots on his face, greeted him with open hands. This Viscount Victor Kant was older than he thought, but his legs and feet were obviously still good.

"Ah, today the castle has welcomed its most distinguished guest ever, a living legend!" exclaimed Viscount Kant, "I'm so sorry to have you come in in such bad weather—if only I could control the sky. The magic will be fine."

"Actually, I like rainy weather very much," Gawain didn't accept the Viscount's embrace, but only shook hands with him. This is not indifference, but the rules for meeting between high-ranked and low-ranked people: low-ranked people must show a certain degree of enthusiasm And respect, but unless the two parties have a clear affiliation, the high-ranking person must not accept it, but should show a certain degree of courtesy, these messy traditions are troublesome to death in Gawain's view, but at this time it is not necessary to abide by it. Will drop a piece of meat, "I have seen the fertile land of Kant before the rain fell, and after the rain fell, I saw a good rain scene, which is quite worth it."

"It's best if you can be satisfied," Victor Kant laughed, his smile was calm and calm, like a normal old gentleman of his age and well-educated, "I have prepared for you to meet the wind. The banquet is in the dining room at the back of this hall."

Amber has been standing behind Gawain with her head lowered. She is not used to such a serious and "aristocratic" situation, so she rarely keeps quiet, but when she hears "eat", she The ears still betrayed themselves, and the pair of pointed ears that originated from the elf blood immediately trembled, spinning around on the head like radar, as if searching for more information related to "eating".

Gawain agreed with a smile while secretly looking at the old viscount in front of him.

Old, but still healthy, with a calm smile, a gentle temperament with a bit of ease, there is absolutely no cult-related aura in him.

But this cannot be used as a basis for judgment.

He smiled, accepted the old Viscount's invitation to the banquet, and walked towards the depths of Kant Castle with Amber and Knight Philip.

...

At the same time, in the Silver Fort in Saint-Sunil City, the old King Francis II was frowning at a sealed letter in front of him.

These secret letters all come from the "royal nobles" who were directly conferred by the king in various parts of the kingdom. There are also such characters around the territories of the three frontier grand dukes, or more directly, "eyeliners". The monarch's system has lasted for seven hundred years, and it is an important reliance for the Ansu royal family to control the entire country. The civil strife in the foggy moon and the "vulnerability of illegitimate children" of the Second Dynasty once made this system useless, but after a hundred years of reconstruction, Especially under the compromises made successively by several dukes for the stability of the kingdom, this intelligence network belonging to the king is still functioning as effectively as it was in the first dynasty.

Most of the nobles directly conferred by the king are located in the south, and a small number are distributed in other parts of the kingdom. On weekdays, the secret letters sent by these eyeliners report the situation on their respective lands, and those situations are very different. , Basically there is nothing in common, but the secret letters that have been sent recently have a tendency to make Francis II vaguely uneasy——

Reports of the various dark sects active are increasing and multiplying all over the country.

Although these increased reports account for less than 10% of the country to this day, they are so widely distributed that it is enough to worry the old king.

Anzu does have a rotten system, but the kings are basically smart people.

Now, in front of him is a secret letter from Viscount Andrew Leslie in the South. The content of this secret letter is more important than what other nobles have reported:

There were cultists in the town of Tanzania. The cultists sneaked into the castle and controlled some of the people with sorcery. Fortunately, with the support of Duke Gawain Cecil, the Duke eradicated the cultists entrenched in this land.

The old king will not know that Viscount Andrew Leslie has hidden a lot of truth in this secret letter, such as the Eternal Slate that has fallen into the hands of Gawain, and the details of his own control by the cultists, and he also put the whole The criticality of the matter has been consciously reduced a lot - but even so, the information revealed in this secret letter is still enough to make the old king startle.

The cult who only dared to act in the dark, this time actually directly invaded the mansion of a real noble!

Whether they used living sacrifices or performed rituals with dead bones, they would never make the real nobles nervous, because those behaviors all happened on "untouchables", and those cultists seemed to abide by the bottom line of the game, Never reached out to the nobility, but now... the wind has changed.

It happened at this time, when the relationship between Ansu and the Typhon Empire was at its most tense. Originally, Francis II was a little relieved when he knew that the Typhon Empire would not start a war this winter, and thought that he could take advantage of it. Taking this opportunity to further strengthen the frontier armament and lay a solid foundation for the war, but now he suddenly felt that those cultists probably didn't want him to have this freedom.

Just when the old king was frowning, a warm feeling suddenly filled the whole room.

He raised his head a little unexpectedly and saw Veronica in a white priest's robe walking into the room.

The "Holy Princess" walked towards her father with a smile and a little coquettish appearance: "Father, I asked Lord Aiden, and he said that you are still in the study."

"Veronica, my daughter...why are you here today?" Francis II looked at Veronica with a little surprise. Although his daughter still retains her identity as a princess, she has officially converted A believer of the Holy Light, she spends most of the time in the Cathedral of Holy Light, and rarely returns to Silver Castle.

"Have you forgotten? Today is the day I left the cathedral and came to see you in the castle," Veronica said with a smile, drawing the emblem of the God of Light on her chest, "You can't serve the Lord, either. Forgetting to serve your parents is the teaching of the Light."

"Look at my brain," the old king couldn't help but pat himself on the forehead, "I remember the wrong date!"

"It doesn't matter, the burden of the kingdom is on you, you should put the responsibility of the king first," Veronica said while noticing the tired look on Francis II's face, she raised her hand and summoned a holy Guang, using magic to relieve his father's mental pressure, "Father, what happened?"

Francis II sighed: "Cultists, all things die, the Eternal Sleeper Sect, and small sects like the Blackstone Sect and the Followers of the Abyss, I don't know what's going on, in this winter One by one they started looking for trouble."

Hearing the word "cult", Veronica, a devout believer of the Holy Light, couldn't help frowning immediately: "May the Holy Light save those poor people who have been victimized by thugs... Cultists are always spreading everywhere, it's a pity Except for the Holy Light Cult and the God of War Cult, the divine arts of other sects are too powerless to face the sorcery of those cultists."

Francis sighed: "Don't worry, those evil people don't dare to make trouble in the royal city."

Veronica glanced at the secret letters with special seals from all over the kingdom, folded her hands on her chest, and said reverently, "The Holy Light will protect Ansu."

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