Chapter 177 - Light Sleep (2/2)

The old butler walked around the study table and stood in front of the old master while lowering his head and looked at the person he once swore his allegiance to. “Calculation node is currently being threatened. The risk of exposure is more than 50%… Priority will be given to ensuring that the calculation node is being concealed.”

A silver dagger was drawn, and there was a flash of silver light in the dusky room. Subsequently, the dagger drew a small arc and stabbed into the not-considered-healthy but rather-warm chest.

The old feudal lord’s body twitched, and a strange sound echoed from his throat. It was unknown when his eyes were covered with dream-like starlight as he looked at Butler Carter’s emotionless face and said softly, “Kant Clan… thanks you… for your loyalty.”

The butler released his dagger and allowed the old master’s blood to dye his body. The dark-colored coat and the pure white shirt were dyed with blood. The butler then turned around to open the study room’s door before marching into the hallway.

A female servant that was mopping the floor saw the butler walking out from the feudal lord’s study room. She frantically stood properly and prepared to greet the butler, but she immediately saw the old butler’s clothes stained with blood, and also his blood-stained and indifferent face.

Butler Carter raised his hand, and a bundle of light-purple and faintly indiscernible energy radiance took form in his hand. “You saw!”

The young female servant finally couldn’t restrain her fear and screamed, “Ahhh!!!”

The female servant’s scream instantly resonated throughout the entire floor. Even the rooms on the floor below could hear it clearly. Gawain was still having a discussion in his room with Amber and Philip, and they were interrupted by this scream. From the voice, they could hear intense fear.

The trio looked at one another before they rushed out of the room together.

The servants that were on duty were alerted as the male and female servants were running over from all places. Each hallway had moving figures, and when Gawain arrived on the third floor of the castle, there were already plenty of people gathered.

The female servant who screamed was on the ground, but she didn’t suffer any physical injuries. She had only temporarily fainted due to the fright, and she quickly woke up after a pail of cold water. She then yelled out, “T—the butler has been possessed by a devil”, “His body was drenched in blood”, “He came out from the m—master’s room” and similar statements that were seemingly insane.

After listening to the female servant’s stuttering yells, Gawain quivered for a moment, and a sudden thought flashed in his mind. He took a big step forward and looked at that frightened young lady and asked, “Where did the butler run to?”

“Tha—that side!” The female servant pointed at the end of the hallway where there was a window that was swaying violently in the wind and rain. “He cast a terrifying spell at me and flew out like a ghost!”

“Spell?” Gawain lowered his head to look at the female servant but couldn’t see any traces of magical damage. He didn’t have time to ponder these things as he turned around and said to Amber, “Go and chase. If you find him, don’t fight and immediately report back!”

Before Gawain finished his instruction, Amber was already running towards the window, and when she was running, her figure gradually faded while her voice still echoed in the air, “A reward must be given for chasing someone in heavy rain…”

A dark shadow rushed into the rainy night while Gawain turned around and ran in big strides towards the study.

Viscount Victor Kant sat upright on the backrest of the chair while a sharp knife was stabbed on his chest. It was spraying out fresh blood that dyed the surface of the table red.

The servants who followed Gawain had all exclaimed after seeing the scene.

Philip and Gawain walked over together. The young knight chanted the name of the God of War as he put his hand in between the mouth and nose of the old viscount. Immediately after, he shouted out, “There is still breathing!”

Gawain had also noticed the position of the dagger. The old Viscount truly had exceptional luck. The position of the dagger might be dangerous, but it was actually blocked by a rib and didn’t pierce the heart!

He was currently unconscious due to a large loss of blood, but things would be serious if this carried on.

Gawain immediately took out the special healing medicine that Pittman had concocted and activated the Knight skill ‘Blood Boost’ to temporarily maintain and extend the old Viscount’s life. He then yelled out, “Go and find a healer! A Holy Light Cleric or a Druid!”