Chapter 176： Dream (1/2)

The Philip Knight walked in the fields and was muddy after the rain was soaked, but with the strong physical and coordination skills of the extraordinary professional, he has been active in this area for a long time.

Here is the land around the castle. From the legal point of view, they belong directly to the lord. The farms here belong to the serfs belonging to the Kant family. Now, since the harvest has been completed, the straw has been burned and the land has been I can't see the serene serf.

This land is fertile and contains incredible magic.

The Philip Knight is not a farmer, but a noble aristocratic knight, but this does not mean that he does not understand the land: the bottom aristocrats like the Cavaliers often have to deal with the land, he has to manage his own The farmhouse, personally supervising the harvest and sowing of the crops (although now they have all disappeared with the fire of the old Cecil), so he can tell the difference between the quality of the soil and whether the soil contains enough potions. The power of growth.

He crouched down a piece of farmland and placed his hand over the muddy land. A thin radiance then floated out of the soil and spread a little between his palm and the dirt. The young knight followed The slight wrinkles frowned.

As guessed, these magical powers are not contained in the land itself, but from the outside world. There are some external factors that are affecting the magic balance of this region, which has caused this magical enrichment phenomenon against nature.

Philip stood up and looked at the old castle on the hillside not far away. He had already visited the farmland in many places and found that the closer to the castle, the more obvious the magical enrichment, and the closest to the castle. A few pieces of land are the places where the potions are grown.

In the absence of Druid's catalysis, it is not easy to develop a magical potion on ordinary land. The more magical the land is, the more degraded the magic is. If the conventional farmland is to be cultivated, If you fall into a year of two years, then a piece of land that can grow a potion can at least three times the time to fall back, but in Kant, the production of potions has been steadily rising, and exports have never stopped.

Apparently the castle is releasing energy fluctuations that are enough to enrich the magic. However, when he lived in the castle last night, Philip had already carefully sensed it. There was no abnormal magic reaction in the castle, and he did not feel any belonging. The evil atmosphere of the cultists.

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In the Kant Castle, the three-hundred-year-old building was visited by the Viscount Victor and the old butler Carter. They just left a showroom with rich collections and were on their way to the library. All the way, Viscount Victor introduced the history of the building to Gao Wen with a proud look, and how his family rose three hundred years ago and continued to this day.

However, the Viscount Victor was old enough. He was much older than Carter's butler. In the early years, he had fallen into a problem with his bones in an accident. When he led the guests to the middle of the road, his physical strength could not keep up. It is.

The old prince had to abide to Gao Wen with apologies, saying that he would return to his room to rest, and Gao Wen would certainly not pursue these. He could still visit here well under the leadership of Carter Housekeeper.

The long and long corridors were left with only Gao Wen and an old butler who was old, and the two walked in the corridor decorated with tapestries and wall lamps, while the latter continued to introduce the work of the castle with due diligence.

Gao Wen suddenly interrupted him: "Mr. Carter, how many years have you served the Kant family?"

"Fifty years, the Duke," said the old housekeeper with pride. "When I was a waiter, I was taking care of this family."

Gao Wen nodded and nodded: "A good servant, you must know this place very well, and the family of the Viscount."

The old butler held his head in the head: "Yes, I understand all this, just like knowing my own hands and feet."

"There was a tower in the room last night. The tower was set off by several smaller towers. It looked magnificent during the rainy night," Gao Wen said. "What is the tower doing?"

The restraint and proud expression on the old butler's face suddenly stiffened for a moment, then frowned slightly: "Duke of the Duke, that is the North Tower, please forgive me, but that is not a place to visit."

"North Tower?" Gao Wen raised his eyebrows slightly. "Ah, I heard it before talking to your host. The Viscountess seems to live in the North Tower... I was smashed. But the Viscountess lived there all the year round. Tari? She is not living in the castle?"

"Oh, the hostess's body has deteriorated and she has been living there," the old housekeeper shook his head. "She can't see the light, and can't stand the noise. The North Tower is the cleanest place in the castle."

"I shouldn't inquire about other people's family affairs, but I am really curious about this," Gao Wen continued. Others in this area may be embarrassed to ask, but he is a martyr who resurrected from 700 years ago. Nothing embarrassed, "Your Viscountess seems to be a lot younger than the Viscount."

“The Viscountess was married only ten years ago,” the old butler replied before responding to Gao Wen’s words. “Before that...”

As he said, the old butler showed a look of memories: "The original Viscountess died of an accident, and the Viscount was single for many years. We are happy to see him coming out of the terrible tragedy."