"Sir, I have brought Lord Grush. ”

Standing in front of the door, Asher knocked lightly, and Grush swept his gaze left and right.

It doesn't look like a place to meet guests, the lighting is not good, it makes the surroundings look a little dark, this is the third floor of the inner circle of the castle, that is, the highest level of this castle, most of the buildings on the Eagle Plateau are relatively low, even the castle of the noble lord.

There seems to be a little mud mixed in between the stone bricks underneath, and it doesn't look like a place to receive guests.

Grush couldn't figure out what the lord here was thinking—if the person in the room in front of him was really Lord Marat!

"Lord Grush?" a hoarse voice came from the room, "Please come in!"

Asher twisted open the doorknob and turned sideways, motioning for Grush to enter the room, but he didn't look like he wanted to go in.

The paladin glanced at him, and walked into the room with the [Justice] in his arms.

The door behind him quietly closed, and Grush didn't care, what appeared in front of him was indeed not a reception room, but a bedroom.

A large bed sits in the middle of the room, a child is placed by his father on a cotton wool sheet, covered with a fluffy goose-down quilt, a frame supports the curtain, and beautiful knots of woven knots hang from the corners, and at a glance you can tell that the fabric used is expensive.

The curtain was hung on three sides, so that when Grush entered the room, he could see the room and the child lying on the bed.

A thin, handsome middle-aged man sat on a sofa chair beside the bed, his eyes tired, but he was observing the paladin with his own eyes.

After seeing Grush come in, the middle-aged man lowered his upturned right leg and stood up.

He took a deep breath and said with a smile, "You are Lord Grush, right? ”

The middle-aged man pressed his right hand on the top of his head and bowed slightly to Grush, which was a rite reserved for nobles and monks on the Eagle Plateau, and everyone else used it as trespassing.

Grush pursed his lips and tapped his right hand on his chest and saluted him back.

This middle-aged man should be the current head of the Ravan family, Sir Marl Ravanne.

After saluting each other, Sir Ravan lowered his hand, turned to the child who was lying asleep on the bed, and asked, "Lord Grush, if I am not mistaken, you have come to visit Ravan this time to solve 'this problem'?"

"Yes. The paladin did not deny it, he chose to tell the truth.

Although he still didn't know if there was a problem with the noble lord in front of him, judging from the previous deacon's performance, it was impossible to say that there was no problem at all, the problem was that he didn't know what and how much this lord—or even that deacon—knew.

Grush didn't know what the consequences of his direct admission would be, but he wouldn't deny it out of timidity, because the problem had to be solved, and if he were going to avoid it, he wouldn't be here.

"Really......"

Sir Ravan sighed, "Actually, there have been several masters who have visited Ravanne's house before, but in the end, they ......"

Raising his eyes at Grush, Sir Ravan asked, "Your Excellency Grush, even if you know that this 'disease' cannot be cured, do you want to continue?"

"I knew about it before I came to visit. Grush's voice was low, but his tone was unusually firm, "Sir Raven, you will regret things only after you have done them, and if you don't do them, you won't even have a chance to regret them." The chances, though slim, are not impossible. ”

"Huh?"

Hearing Grush's words, Sir Ravan raised an eyebrow.

"Lord Grush, what have you discovered, haven't you?" Sir Ravan suppressed his excitement, but the paladin could also see it, his eyes glancing at the child lying on the bed from time to time.

Grush bowed his head and said, "So, I'm going to borrow Sir Raven's library in your home, and I suspect that this 'disease' has something to do with the Arcane Empire." ”

"Arcane Empire?!"

After Grush uttered the phrase, a look of disgust flashed in Sir Raven's eyes.

As a nobleman who grew up on the Eagle Plateau, Sir Raven's dislike for the Arcane Empire was cultivated step by step by his elders.

Their education from childhood to adulthood has made Sir Ravan completely disgusted with the Arcane Empire, even though more than 800 years have passed, the commoners basically have no impression of the Arcane Empire, and some people have even forgotten what this phrase represents, but as a nobleman, Sir Raven's dislike of the Arcane Empire is not something that an outsider like Grush can imagine.

The aristocracy has a complete intellectual heritage, and as long as the previous generation does not die, then these nobles will be instilled by their elders with a large number of knowledge and ideas that 'belong only to the nobility'.

In this era, only nobles are qualified and have the opportunity to have inheritance!

"What do you mean by that?" asked Sir Ravan with a frown.

Grush gathered his thoughts, took a deep breath, and explained, "Sir Raven, I don't know if you know that even now, more than eight hundred years later, some objects are still working in the ruins of some Arcane Empires. Such objects are generally hidden in the ruins with relatively hidden locations, or in the ruins with a high degree of danger, after all, the operation of these objects requires magic, and if those things can still operate, it means that the ruins can still operate, and there is still magic flowing. ”

"Lord Grush, do you mean that Marat had nothing to do with it for hundreds of years, and now this is suddenly happening because the ruins of the Arcane Empire have been activated?"

Sir Raven's tone was not good, and he snorted coldly: "If that's the case, can the ruins of the Arcane Empire activate on their own? What's more, there are no ruins of the Arcane Empire near Marat!"

The paladin was stunned, he didn't know why Sir Raven's tone suddenly became unkind, and his expression became fierce......

"Lord Grush!" Sir Raven reminded in a cold voice, "as much as I hate the Arcane Empire, I would like to remind you that you may not be aware of it, but the first patient who became ill did not become ill near Mara, he was a herder, he left Mara with his relatives to graze, and on the way out of Marat, he became ill, but before he returned, Marat began to get sick one after another!" Although it was not at the same time, the time of onset showed that there were no traces of the Arcane Empire near Mara, and this was not the influence of the Arcane Empire!"

Grush didn't know why Sir Ravan suddenly became so excited, he wasn't a native of the Eagle Plateau, nor was he a nobleman of the Eagle Duchy, so he didn't know much about what was going on......

He thought carefully about his previous words, and frowned, could it be because the sentence 'there are ruins of the Arcane Empire near Marat' made him unhappy?

"Sir Raven—"

Grush carefully considered his words, and after confirming that he would not say anything wrong, he said to the thin nobleman in front of him: "At present, I am only skeptical, this is only one of the possibilities, ten days ago I just set out from another town, ten days later, I came to Marat, but before that, I did not find this disease in other towns, so I am so suspicious." ”

"Although it's just a suspicion, I don't want to let go of any possibility! What's more, your son can't wait, right?"

Sir Raven's face was still not very good-looking, but, after listening to Grush's words, he was silent.

After a long time, he spoke, and said in a deep voice: "You can look at the books in the library at will, Asher is outside the door, let him take you there." ”

The paladin pursed his lips and struck his left chest with his right fist as a sign of respect.

He then bowed to Sir Ravan and apologized, and turned to leave!