Being a knight is not easy

Chapter 110 Young Woman
The middle-aged man in the black suit shook his head, his tone indifferent: "I wouldn't say I'm going to take him in as a disciple, but if he's willing to join our plan, it would be a good choice."

The middle-aged man in the dark grey suit nodded, his gaze falling on Robin again. “However, the Wilk family has considerable influence in the West. It may not be easy to win him over.”

The middle-aged man in the black suit sneered, his tone cold, "The Wilk family? They're just a new noble family. We can make them submit to us at any time if we want."

The middle-aged man in the dark grey suit said nothing more, but just stared at Robin below quietly, with a complicated look in his eyes.

Meanwhile, Robin had no idea that he was being targeted by two legendary knights.

Robin was standing in the corner of the banquet hall, holding a glass of red wine in his hand, his eyes calmly scanning everyone in the room.

His mind was still replaying the duel just now and the gazes of the two legendary knights.

As a fellow legendary knight, he naturally noticed that he had already attracted the attention of some people, and this was all part of his plan.

At this moment, a faint scent of perfume wafted over. Robin turned his head slightly and saw a beautiful young woman walking towards him.

She was wearing a dark purple long dress with golden patterns embroidered on the hem, which made her look noble and elegant.

There was a hint of amusement in her eyes, and the corners of her mouth rose slightly, revealing a charming smile.

"What a young little brother!" There was a hint of ridicule in the young woman's voice, and her tone was full of teasing.

Robin smiled slightly and looked at her calmly: "Madam, are you talking about me?"

The young woman chuckled, her tone teasing: "Of course it's you, who else here is younger than you?"

Robin nodded, a hint of politeness in his tone: "Madam, you are too kind. I am just an ordinary young man and don't deserve such attention from you."

A flicker of surprise flashed in the young woman's eyes, as if she hadn't expected Robin to be so calm. She stepped forward, gently shaking the wine glass in her hand, and said with a hint of meaning, "An ordinary young man? Anyone who can defeat Torres at the Harvest Festival banquet is no ordinary person."

Robin smiled, with a hint of humility in his tone: "It was just a fluke, ma'am, don't take it to heart."

The young woman's gaze lingered on Robin for a moment, then she whispered, "Alan Wilk Walter, heir to the Wilk family. Your name has been making the rounds among the western aristocracy lately."

A hint of vigilance flashed across Robin's eyes, but his face remained calm: "Madam, you are too kind. I just did what I should do."

The young woman smiled, her tone carrying a hint of mystery: "Alan, there's no need to be so modest. Your strength and potential are evident to everyone. However, the waters of the western aristocracy are very deep, so you'd better be careful."

Robin nodded, his tone solemn: "Thank you for the reminder, Madam. I will pay attention to it."

A hint of satisfaction flashed in the young woman's eyes. She took a sip of red wine and then whispered, "Alan, if there is a chance, we can talk more. I am very interested in you."

Robin smiled slightly, with a hint of politeness in his tone: "You are welcome, Madam. If there is a chance, I would be happy to have a deeper communication with you."

The young woman nodded, then turned and left.

Robin's eyes were fixed on the back of the beautiful young woman, and he felt a little uneasy in his heart.

His perception ability far surpassed that of an ordinary person, especially after breaking through the realm of Legendary Knight, making him extremely sensitive to the surrounding aura and energy fluctuations. However, he was completely unable to sense the young woman's strength, which made him feel extremely alert.

"This woman... is definitely not simple." Robin muttered to himself, frowning slightly.

He noticed that when the young woman walked into the middle of a group of noble ladies, although the noble ladies around her took the initiative to surround her, no one spoke to her, as if they were just there to cover for her.

This abnormal behavior made Robin more convinced that this young woman's identity was no ordinary one.

Meanwhile, the young woman stood among the noble ladies, her charming smile still on her face, but a sickly glint flickered in her eyes. Her fingers gently stroked the rim of her wine glass, muttering to herself, "Such a young legendary knight... so captivating."

Her voice was so low that only she could hear it, but her tone was filled with fanaticism and desire: "I really want to pin him down and ravage him... make him my plaything."

The ladies around her seemed unaware of her whisper and continued to maintain their elegant postures as if everything was normal.

However, Robin faintly felt a dangerous aura emanating from the young woman, which made him involuntarily tighten the wine glass in his hand.

"Who is this woman...?" Robin thought to himself, with a cold look in his eyes.

He must find out the identity and purpose of this young woman as soon as possible, otherwise he will be involved in her conspiracy sooner or later. However, rash actions will only alert the enemy.

At this moment, Viscount Wilk came over, patted Robin on the shoulder, and said with a hint of concern: "Alan, what's wrong? You don't look well."

Robin quickly adjusted his expression and put on a relaxed smile: "It's nothing, father. I'm just a little tired."

Viscount Wilk nodded, his tone showing a hint of understanding. "The banquet is indeed tiring, especially for a young person like you. However, you must remember that this banquet is an opportunity for our Wilk family to demonstrate our strength. You must seize it well."

Robin nodded, his tone solemn: "I understand, father. I will pay attention."

Viscount Wilk smiled and then whispered, "By the way, did you notice that young woman just now?"

A trace of vigilance flashed in Robin's eyes, and he asked in a low voice: "Father, do you know her?"

Viscount Wilk shook his head, a hint of doubt in his tone: "No, I don't know her. However, her identity is obviously not simple. You must be careful and don't come into contact with her easily."

Robin nodded, secretly alert.

Viscount Wilk's intuition has always been accurate. Since he also felt that there was something wrong with the young woman, it meant that her identity was indeed unusual.

The originally noisy atmosphere in the banquet hall suddenly quieted down. Everyone's attention was focused on the second-floor stands, where stood a white-haired old man—Duke Truman.

Although his figure was slightly hunched, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, scanning everyone below.

"Good evening, everyone!" Duke Truman's voice echoed throughout the banquet hall via magical transmission, his tone carrying a hint of unquestionable majesty. "Let me be brief. Over the years, the Wizarding Council has grown increasingly powerful, and their tentacles have already extended to our western provinces. If we don't take action, they will sooner or later completely control us."

(End of this chapter)