The rain stopped the next day, but the sky was still gloomy.

Kant's lord was shrouded under a long cloud. The last rain before winter was always reluctant to leave. In the next few days, this land should have received several moderate rainfalls. Such abundant rainfall is extremely beneficial to the specialty potions on the territory.

Most potions will also grow in winter. Although their roots and plants look dry and dead, spellcasters all know that their "spiritual plants" are still nourished by magical environments and will regain vitality in the second year's recovery month. How much they can grow in winter depends on the last rain before frost and snow fall.

Gowen had breakfast with Viscount Victor Cond in the restaurant in the castle. Because the Viscountess was sick and unable to see the guests, the Viscount's only son was not in the territory. The only two of them were dining at the huge dining table. Even though the tableware was gorgeous and the food was delicious, the atmosphere of eating breakfast made Gowen quite uncomfortable.

He prefers the atmosphere of a large group of people sitting around the table, rather than the attitude of being like now, he and an old nobleman were far away from each other across a long table, and even saying something between them was hopeless to delay time.

"I hope you have a good rest in this old house," said Victor Kant, cutting the bread in front of him, "This castle is too old, I'm going to renovate it again in my lifetime."

“It’s very comfortable, more comfortable than I thought,” Gao Wenpo praised insincerely, “the ancient castle gives people a sense of security.”

Victor smiled and looked at Gao Wen: "Your two followers seem to have left early in the morning?"

"They are not very adaptable to the constraints, so I asked them to go to town to relax, and they felt more comfortable in the messy tavern."

"It is understandable that in fact, when I was young, I also preferred the taverns to this quiet castle," Lao Viscount raised the wine glass in front of me. "Of course, I am just a junior in front of you."

Gowan raised his glass to respond and said casually: "The Viscountess's health is very worrying. What specific disease did she suffer from?"

Victor paused for a moment with slight slightest pause, then smiled on his face: "Have you seen her?"

According to Lilith Kant, it was clearly this Viscount who arranged for her to say goodbye to Gauven, but at this time Victor acted as if he had known about this for the first time!

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

"My poor Lilith," sighed Viscount Victor, "her physical condition has never been very good, unable to see the sun, nor can he withstand the noise, so that he could only live in the North Tower for a long time, and could only come out for activities at night. But she is a very kind person, and my tolerance towards the people was largely influenced by her. She always advised me to consider more about the feelings of those who cannot afford to live in a good house or eat meat, but her own body is getting worse and worse."

Viscount Kant's kindness and tolerance towards the civilians in his territory was something that Gowen heard when he heard some servants chatting in the castle yesterday, and this was one of the things that surprised him: he had already preconceivedly judged that Victor Kant was probably a cult of the Eternal Mile Order, or at least he had been controlled and bewitched by the cultists, so he would arrest the refugees for evil ritual sacrifices. But he never expected that all the words he heard after entering Kant's territory were praises to the old lord!

He could not tell how authentic the chat he heard from the castle servants was, and at this time he could only follow the trend and say: "It is the duty of every lord to treat the people well. We first opened up this kingdom to protect the people, not to ride on them and act as a domineering blessing."

"Yes, but unfortunately few people still remember this now," Victor's sigh seemed to be from the heart. "More and more nobles forget what their ancestors had for the first time picked up swords. We were originally a barrier to protect civilians, a trust in living a safe life, and a guide to lead them to prosperity and warmth. But most nobles now grew up in castles and manors. They took other people's service and worship for granted, and completely forgot that they should have some responsibility... Cough cough..."

Victor seemed to be a little excited and couldn't help coughing. After finally calming down, he breathed a sigh of relief: "I spend a lot of time every year in every farm and medicinal field in the territory to accurately grasp the harvest of that year, prevent excessive tax pressure from making the leaders hungry, and also spend a lot of energy to deal with merchants, ensuring that the surplus medicinal materials and grains in the territory can be found by buyers, so that my leaders can have enough money to repair houses and buy fuel to spend the winter, but because of this, they missed many so-called "upper gatherings", so that they were regarded as strange people who lived in seclusion and mediocre people who had no taste... Alas."

Viscount Victor said a lot in one breath, and only then did he realize it and smiled awkwardly: "Sorry, I have the habit of talking too much when I get older, but I think you should understand me because I heard that you are also kind to the people."

"Of course," Gao Wen raised his glass with a smile, "this is the obligation of every lord."

...

At the same time, in the town outside the castle, Amber was holding a glass of bubble-ridden ale, listening to the farmers and craftsmen who had nothing to do, bragging about their poor and boring daily life, pretending to be interested on their faces, but planning in his heart how many glasses of wine would be needed to change to what he wanted to hear.

The farming was over and the weather was not suitable for any work outside, so the rich peasants and craftsmen who had some spare money would spend their worthless time in the town's taverns. Kantling, like Tanzan, is one of the few wealthy territories in the southern part of the country. The civilians living here would naturally visit places such as taverns and casinos more frequently. For these people, only a few glasses of ale and a few compliments were needed, and amber could bring out all their secrets.

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

Especially when you don’t have to pay for the money you buy wine yourself, this feeling is even more pleasant.

She wore a suit that matched her identity: black leather armor and a slightly worn cloak, coupled with a short sword that would occasionally poke his head out from her waist and a "lucky stone" tied to her wrist, the image of a wandering warrior became complete, and civilians were awe and curious about such people, and clichés became easy.

After three rounds of wine, I talked about the stories of ghosts and monsters in the farmland and the old house. Amber felt that it was time to talk to the lord, so she looked at the blacksmith sitting at the table with a curious expression: "I heard that your lord is a very good person who governs the territory. Is it true or false?"

"I don't know what it means to govern the territory," said the blacksmith with a mouth full of alcohol and his eyes confused. "But Mr. Victor is indeed a good person... Hiccup, with him, everyone can eat enough, even in winter, and the territory has not starved to death for more than ten years!"

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

Amber muttered in her heart, but her face was filled with praise: "That's not simple!"

"No, Mr. Victor is the most charitable lord I have ever met," another elderly drinker took over the conversation. "But I heard from those who brought vegetables and milk into the castle that the castle was quite gloomy, and there was always a feeling of some air leakage..."

A slightly fat tavern maid slammed the wooden cup in front of the drinker: "Don't talk nonsense! The castle is not your broken thatched house. Old George, who delivered the vegetables, was probably drunk and regarded the cold wind blowing in the mud pit as being in the castle!"

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

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

As soon as he said this, the scene was strangely quiet for a moment.

Some people were looking at each other, some were drinking, while the older people frowned, as if they were thinking of something bad. Seeing this, Amber immediately realized that there was something inside, so she asked curiously: "What's wrong? Why are you reacting?"

"You are a foreigner, and it's normal not to know," said the oldest man who seemed to be a wealthy landlord or a retired craftsman. There are very few poor people who have not yet died of injuries. Such people not only understand the lives of civilians, but also hear about the affairs of the lord. "The Viscountess...even though it's been decades, right? When she died..."

"Is the Viscountess dead? He died decades ago?!" Amber was shocked, "How did he die?"

"That's a poor woman, the whole thing is particularly miserable. That kind of thing shouldn't have happened to a good person." The old man frowned. He seemed unwilling to say more, but the alcohol made it difficult for him to control his words. And some young people next to him who didn't know much about the past were also urging him to speak: "Mr. Sandru, tell me, I have heard people talk about this since I was a child, but I have never heard of you as old as you, so you should know what happened back then."

Amber looked at the young man who urged him with appreciation and decided to use the money Gao Wen gave him to invite him to have a drink.

The old man who seemed to have experienced the incident that year sighed, and after a sip of wine, he slowly said: "That was thirty...about thirty years ago, maybe longer. That year was also this month, and it was raining, but it was particularly heavy, and it took several days...

"At that time, Mr. Victor was young, and he was just as fair and kind as he is now. He came back from the town next to inspect the barn, and the Viscountess was with him, and their only son, Master Belm. They drove back from the west road, and although it rained heavily, they still set off on the road... They should have stayed in the town next to him for one more day, alas.

"You can guess if I don't say it, so heavy rain and so slippery, there must be something going on. The carriage that was about to get into the old hillside. The car overturned and fell from the highest place on the old hillside into the mountain stream. The whole car fell into pieces... After a whole night, no one knew that something happened to the lord's family outside. Until the sun came out the next day and the rain stopped, the Viscountess appeared in the town with blood all over her... She almost crawled into the town, covered in bruises and cried almost to death. She said that she watched the master and the young master be thrown outside the carriage in front of her, and fell to somewhere, so we should hurry up and save them."

When the old man said this, he couldn't help but sigh for a while, and took another sip of wine before he could continue to say: "We escorted the wife back to the castle, and immediately sent someone to the old hillside to find the carriage and the master and the whereabouts of the young master, but for three days, except for some blood and carriage fragments, we only found the bodies of two horses.

"The lady was crying in the castle every day. Alas, she was a kind and kind person. She had always taken good care of the poor in the territory. From the day she married here, she had to give firewood and black bread to the poor every winter, but she encountered this. For three days, her husband and son were not found, so she finally went crazy. According to the servant who worked in the castle at that time, she locked herself in the room and shouted, and then ran to all the dark corners of the castle to talk to her fantasy husband and son. Finally, she finally locked herself in the cellar of the north tower of the castle, drank poison there, and ended her pain.
Chapter completed!