Being a knight is not easy

Chapter 109 Banquet
Just then, a young noble in gorgeous formal attire came over, followed by several followers.

His eyes fell on Robin, and a hint of disdain flashed in his eyes.

"Is this the heir of the Wilke family, Alan Wilke Walter?" The young noble's voice was filled with sarcasm. "I heard that you are an illegitimate child. I didn't expect Viscount Wilke to bring you to such an occasion."

Robin's eyes turned slightly cold, but his face remained calm: "Excuse me, who are you?"

The young noble sneered, his tone tinged with arrogance. "I am Torres Sias, the second son of Earl Morey, the deputy lord of Minerva City. Knight Allen, someone of your status should not embarrass yourself here."

Viscount Wilk's expression instantly turned grim, but before he could speak, Robin stepped forward and looked directly at Torres. "Sir Torres, it seems that it is not your place to judge my status. If you have any dissatisfaction with me, you can speak directly."

Torres's expression darkened instantly. He hadn't expected Robin to dare contradict him like that. He sneered, a hint of threat in his tone, "Aren, are you provoking me? Remember, this is Minerva City, not your Wilk Territory."

Robin smiled slightly, with a hint of coldness in his tone: "Sir Torres, if you think I am not worthy of standing here, then we can solve this problem in a knightly way."

Torres' eyes flashed with anger. He suddenly drew the long sword from his waist and pointed it at Robin: "Well, since you want to die, then I will grant you your wish! Let's duel!"

The atmosphere in the banquet hall instantly became tense, and the nobles gathered around, their eyes filled with excitement and curiosity.

Duels were not uncommon in aristocratic circles, especially on occasions like the Harvest Festival, where conflicts among the younger generation were often resolved through duels.

Viscount Wilk's expression grew serious. He whispered to Robin, "Alan, be careful. Torres is the second son of Earl Morey, and by status, he's your cousin. He's a renowned genius in Minerva City, a full-fledged knight at such a young age. His strength shouldn't be underestimated."

As soon as they heard that Torres was going to challenge Allen, many young people immediately gathered around.

"Who is this Allen? Why haven't I heard of him?" A young nobleman asked the person next to him curiously.

"I heard that he is Viscount Wilk's illegitimate son. He was brought back recently and is being trained as a key person." said a well-informed young man.

"No wonder." The person next to him suddenly realized.

The western nobles are the most united among all the nobles in the kingdom. In order to ensure that the territories are not inherited by foreign nobles, the western territories are digested internally as much as possible. If Viscount Wilk has no more children, he will adopt a child from a relative among the western nobles.

Earl Morey is a distant cousin of Viscount Wilk, and the two can be considered to have some blood relationship.

As the second son of the earl, Torres would never inherit the title in this lifetime. So after learning that he might be adopted by Viscount Wilk, he always regarded Viscount Wilk as his own private property. He never expected that an illegitimate child would suddenly appear and completely shatter his dream of becoming a viscount.

Robin nodded, his tone full of confidence: "Father, don't worry. I will make him understand that the Wilk family is not to be trifled with."

The duel venue was quickly cleared, and Robin and Torres stood in the center of the venue, staring at each other coldly.

There was a flash of contempt in Torres' eyes. He waved the sword in his hand, and said with a hint of sarcasm: "Alan, I hope you won't let me down."

Robin didn't say anything, but slowly drew out the Damascus steel sword, the blade flashing coldly under the light.

His eyes were calm, but the life force in his body had begun to surge, and the power of the Breath of Storm roared in his blood.

"Begin!" With the loud announcement of a noble, the duel officially began.

Torres launched the first attack, his swordsmanship fierce and swift, his blade like a venomous snake, aiming for Robin's vitals. However, Robin's figure flashed like a ghost, easily avoiding Torres's attack. "Is that all you can do?" Robin whispered, a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

Torres's face turned ugly in an instant. He swung his sword violently, and a powerful life force burst out from the blade, rushing straight towards Robin.

Robin just gently swung the Tang sword in his hand, and a brilliant crescent-shaped light burst out from the blade, instantly shattering Torres' attack.

"Half Moon Slash!" Robin shouted softly and swung the Tang sword in his hand suddenly.

A huge crescent-shaped beam of light rushed towards Torres, so fast that he could not dodge it.

"boom!"

The light of the Half Moon Slash struck Torres's sword, sending him flying several meters and landing heavily on the ground. His sword flew out of his hand, and blood gushed from his mouth, clearly suffering a serious injury.

There was silence in the banquet hall, and everyone was staring at the scene in amazement.

They didn't expect that Robin's strength was so strong that he defeated Torres with just one blow.

Robin put away his Tang sword and looked at Torres who was lying on the ground with a cold gaze: "Torres, do you understand now? The difference between you and me!"

Torres' face turned pale in an instant. He gritted his teeth and whispered, "You...you just wait!"

Robin sneered, with a hint of coldness in his tone: "I'm at your service anytime."

Viscount Wilk stepped forward, patted Robin on the shoulder, and said with a hint of pride: "Alan, well done."

Robin nodded, a hint of embarrassment flashing in his eyes. After all, it was a bit of a bully for him, a legendary knight, to deal with a newly-appointed official knight.

"Father, this is what I should do."

Inside the banquet hall, the aftermath of the duel gradually subsided, and the nobles returned to their respective conversations.

Although Robin's victory attracted some attention, it did not cause much of a stir at the banquet.

After all, conflicts and duels among the younger generation at the Harvest Festival banquet were not uncommon, and everyone was used to it.

Behind a small window on the second floor of the banquet hall, two middle-aged men were quietly watching everything below. Their eyes fell on Robin, and a hint of admiration flashed in their eyes.

"That Alan Wilk Walter is truly remarkable," one of the middle-aged men in a dark grey suit muttered with a hint of approval. "He has a very solid foundation and sophisticated combat skills. He's already mastered the Half Moon Slash at such a young age. His talent and understanding are both remarkable."

Another middle-aged man in a black suit nodded, his eyes thoughtful. "Indeed, his strength far exceeds that of his peers. Moreover, his life force reserves are also exceptionally strong, and he has obviously practiced advanced breathing techniques. Young people like him are worthy of special training."

The middle-aged man in the dark grey suit smiled, his tone teasing: "Why, are you tempted? Do you want to take him as your apprentice?"

(End of this chapter)