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Chapter 173 The restless wind

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    The rain started to fall heavily.

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

    The raindrops have connected into rain curtains, hanging in the sky tilted by the wind, splashing in the wilderness, in the town, and on the outer wall of the ancient castle of the Kant family. The rainwater gathered into water flow along the path eroded by time.  The mottled and concave dark red spiers and black exterior walls flow down, and present a texture as shiny as black oil in the increasingly dim skylight.

    However, the thick outer walls of the castle isolated the sound of wind and rain outside, as well as the increasingly cold atmosphere. In the lobby of the castle, magic crystal lamps illuminated all corners. In the past, even if the lights were on, they would  The shadowy scene disappeared for some reason, and now the entire castle was illuminated by magic lights. Coupled with the burning fireplaces and braziers everywhere, the entire family castle was filled with light and warmth.

    The servants were diligently wiping tables, chairs, lamp stands, and statues everywhere, making all these things with history and family glory shine in the lights. They talked about the getting colder weather outside, and about the territory this year.  The harvest of crops and medicinal herbs was also talked about the distinguished guest that the Viscount was going to entertain today - the entire castle had been cleaned two days ago, and everything had become brand new. The identity of the guest was not ordinary.

    Then they saw the old butler in the castle, Mr. Carter, who was old but still strong and strong, running down the stairs of the hall in a hurry, followed by the maid and the butler of the male servants. They ran through the entire hall like a gust of wind.  , ran towards the door. At the same time, the head maid shouted loudly to the clumsy maids: "Put the bucket away quickly!" "Don't leave the rag on the table." "Silly girl, go back to the kitchen quickly! You can't!"  Do you understand, let the Duke see a low-level maid in a dirty skirt standing in the hall?!" "Everyone return to their seats! The guests are here!"

    Viscount Victor Conte walked down the stairs on the second floor. When the butler was about to reach the door, he happened to stand in the center of the hall. This position allowed him to open his hands at the most appropriate distance to welcome the distinguished guests, without  It will make the guests wait too long and make them embarrassed, and it will not make the owner of the castle as eager as a lowly servant.

    The old housekeeper came to the door, took out his handkerchief and wiped his hands carefully. At the same time, he silently counted the time in his heart, and estimated when the knock on the door would sound based on the time when the guards in the tower delivered the message and his own movement speed.

    When he silently counted to thirty, there was a knock on the door.

    You can't let a distinguished guest like the Duke knock on the door a second time - even if the person responsible for knocking is just the Duke's coachman or guard, you can't open the door immediately. This would be unseemly, so Carter counted three times in his mind.  Before the second knock on the door sounded, he ordered the soldiers on both sides of the door to pull the wheel.

    The extremely heavy "family door" that can withstand eighty-two strikes of the battering ram opened under the power of hinges and roulette wheels. 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 door, and the cold wind and rain rolled into the hall behind him.

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

    "Ah, today this castle welcomed the most distinguished guest in history, a living legend!" Viscount Kant said loudly, "I'm so sorry to let you come to the door in such bad weather-if I could control the celestial phenomena  The magic will be fine."

    "In fact, I like the rainy weather very much." Gawain did not accept the viscount's embrace, but only shook hands with the other party. This is not indifference, but a rule for meeting between high-ranking and low-ranking nobles: those with low-ranking titles must show a considerable degree of enthusiasm.  and respect, but unless there is a clear affiliation between the two parties, the high-ranking person will not accept it, but should return a certain degree of politeness. These messy traditions seem to Gawain to be extremely troublesome, but it is not necessary to abide by them at this time.  A piece of meat will drop. "Before the rain came down, I had already seen the fertile land in the Kant Territory. After the rain fell, I saw a nice rain scene. It was quite worth it."

    "It would be best if you are satisfied," Victor Kant smiled, with a gentle and calm smile, like a normal, elderly and well-educated old gentleman, "I have prepared a windfall for you.  The banquet is at the back of this hall.He drew the emblem of the God of Holy Light on his chest, "Serve the Lord and never forget to serve your parents. This is the teaching of the Holy Light."

    "Look at my brain," the old king couldn't help but slap himself on the forehead, "I remembered 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  Light used magic to relieve his father's mental pressure, "Father, what happened?"

    Francis II sighed: "The cultists, the Society of the Dead, the Order of the Eternal Sleepers, and fragmented small sects like the Blackstone Sect and the Abyss Followers, I don't know what's wrong with them, they are here in winter.  Everyone started to get into trouble every day."

    When she heard the word "cultist", Veronica, a devout believer in the Holy Light, immediately couldn't help but frown: "May the Holy Light save those poor people who have been violated by thugsCultists always spread everywhere, but it's a pity that  Except for the Holy Light Sect and the God of War Sect, the magical arts of other sects are too weak to face the evil arts of those cultists."

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

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

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