Being a knight is not easy

Chapter 102 Trouble
The Viscountess looked at Robin's miserable state, a hint of smile flashing in her eyes. She walked forward, gently patted Robin's shoulder, and said with a hint of tenderness: "Alan, you have worked hard during this period. We have been thinking of you outside."

Robin nodded, but was secretly alert in his heart.

Although the Viscountess was gentle to him on the surface, that was in front of her adoptive father. Secretly, she hated Robin very much.

"Mother, how is your research going?" Robin asked tentatively.

The Viscountess's expression froze for a moment, then she smiled, her tone perfunctory: "Not bad, but it will take some time. Alan, why are you suddenly interested in my research?"

Robin smiled, his tone casual: "Just asking casually. After all, your research is very important to the Wilk family."

The Viscountess nodded, a complicated look flashing in her eyes: "Yes, my research is indeed very important. However, Alan, you must also remember that there are some things you should not worry about right now."

Robin said nothing more, and it was obvious that the Viscountess did not want him to have too much access to her research.

Viscount Wilk couldn't help but feel relieved when he saw that his son and his wife had such a harmonious relationship.

That night, Robin returned to his room, sat on the bed, closed his eyes and began to practice the "Dragon-Eating Breathing Technique".

He felt that the life force and magic power in his body were still abundant, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Next, I must quickly find out the extent of the Viscountess's research and get rid of the Soul-Devouring Crystal." Robin muttered to himself, a cold look flashing in his eyes.

The Viscountess's research progress determines when the Round Table Council is ready to harvest.

As time went by, Robin's relationship with Viscount Wilk became more and more harmonious.

Robin stood in Viscount Wilk's study, holding a document on territory management in his hand, his expression focused.

Viscount Wilk sat behind the desk, looking at him with satisfaction, his eyes full of relief.

"Alan, you've done a great job," Viscount Wilk said with a smile, a hint of pride in his tone. "I didn't expect you to be so talented in territory management. It seems I can rest assured that the future of the Wilk family is in your hands."

Robin smiled slightly, with a hint of humility in his tone: "Father, you are too kind. I am just following your instructions."

Viscount Wilk nodded, then stood up, walked to the window, and cast his gaze towards the territory in the distance: "Alan, you must remember that managing the territory is not just for the glory of the family, but for every citizen in the territory. Their happiness and stability are our true responsibility."

Robin nodded, but secretly thought about the Viscountess's research progress.

The Round Table Council had placed him in the Wilk family precisely because of the Viscountess's research. As the research progressed, the Round Table Council could reap the spoils at any moment, and by then, his situation would be even more precarious.

"Father, mother's research... seems to be of great help to the development of the territory," Robin asked tentatively, a hint of curiosity in his tone. Viscount Wilk turned around, his expression becoming somewhat complicated. "Your mother's research is indeed important, but it involves some... complex magical knowledge. Alan, the most important thing for you right now is to learn how to manage the territory. Don't worry about other things for now."

In the Walter family manor in the royal capital, in a luxuriously decorated study, several core members of the family were sitting around a long table in a solemn atmosphere.

Sitting in the main seat was a white-haired old man, he was the current head of the Walter family - Count August Walter.

His eyes were cold as he scanned everyone present.

"Everyone, things have developed beyond our expectations." Count August's deep voice echoed through the room. "That good-for-nothing Wilke actually has a son. Furthermore, this boy has demonstrated considerable ability and has already begun to take over the management of the territory."

The family elder sitting nearby frowned, a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone: "August, it was you who suggested sending Wilk to the West to explore. Now, his territory has become one of the richest areas in the West, and we can only watch helplessly as they monopolize that piece of fat meat."

Count August's expression darkened slightly, his tone tinged with coldness. "Who could have imagined the West would develop so rapidly? After the orcs were driven away, the value of that black soil increased more than tenfold. Talking about this now is pointless. We must act quickly and not let that brat continue to develop."

Another family member nodded, his tone tinged with sinister intent. "That's right, Wilke's son must be eliminated. Once he dies, Wilke will have no heirs. According to the kingdom's aristocratic laws, the family will send an heir to take over."

Count August pondered for a moment, then whispered, "It won't be difficult to get rid of that brat, but we must do it cleanly and efficiently, leaving no evidence. After all, Wilke County is now an important territory in the west. If this matter is exposed, the family's reputation will be severely affected."

"So what do you mean?" a family member asked in a low voice.

A hint of coldness flashed in Count August's eyes. "We can use the power of the Wizard Council. Wilk's son is said to have knight talent, and the Wizard Council is currently hunting for a fugitive. We can reveal our identity as the successor of the Bow Knight disciple to the Wizard Council and let them deal with him."

The family elder nodded, a hint of approval in his tone: "This is a good idea. The power of the Wizard Council is far beyond our reach. As long as they take action, that kid will definitely die."

Count August sneered, his tone tinged with coldness. "That's right. And this way, we can use the Wizard Council to completely eradicate the Wilk family. By then, the territory in the west will completely belong to our Walter family."

At the same time, Robin, who was far away in Wilk's territory, had no idea that a conspiracy against him was quietly unfolding.

After many twists and turns, he was ultimately unable to escape the pursuit of the Wizarding Council.

At the headquarters of the Wizard Council in Obedi City, the largest city in the west, several members of the Wizard Council were sitting in a dim meeting room.

The leading third-class wizard apprentice, Calvin Wright, held a secret order from the royal capital in his hand, his brows furrowed.

"Capture Viscount Wilke's son, Allen?" Calvin whispered the contents of the secret order, a hint of doubt in his tone. "Didn't we just bring him back from Viscount Wilke? We confirmed his identity at the time, and there's no problem."

(End of this chapter)