Being a knight is not easy

Chapter 118: Continue to make trouble

James sneered, and the sword in his hand moved slightly, and the tip of the sword drew a shallow bloody mark on Morris's neck: "Kill you? No, we won't kill you. But you have to pay the price for your actions."

Before he could finish his words, James suddenly attacked and chopped Morris on the back of the neck with a knife.

Morris groaned and fell limply. James quickly picked him up and turned to walk towards the academy's tower.

On the top floor of the college's tower, several vice-presidents and honorary vice-presidents gathered to discuss how to deal with Morris.

The atmosphere in the meeting room was solemn, and everyone had a serious look on their face.

"Morris is a first-ring wizard and an elder-level member of the Wizard Council. We can't kill him easily." He said in a low voice with a hint of caution in his tone.

"But he openly used illusions in the academy and tried to manipulate the students. This behavior has seriously violated the academy's bottom line!" There was a hint of anger in James' voice, and his eyes swept over everyone present, as if looking for supporters.

Melinda sat at the other end of the conference table, playing with an exquisite silver pocket watch.

Her expression was indifferent, as if everything in front of her had nothing to do with her. After hearing James' words, she gently closed the pocket watch, raised her head, and there was a hint of laziness and sarcasm in her eyes.

"Killing him will only intensify the conflict between us and the Wizard Council." Melinda's voice was gentle but carried unquestionable authority. "But letting him go would make us appear weak and vulnerable. In that case, why not detain him temporarily and use him as a bargaining chip in our negotiations with the Wizard Council?"

Her words caused a brief silence in the meeting room.

Several vice presidents exchanged glances with each other, as if weighing the pros and cons.

"Dean Melinda is right." Maddie nodded with a hint of agreement in her tone. "We can use Morris to put pressure on the Wizarding Council and ask them to stop interfering in the academy."

At the same time, Robin's name quickly spread in the academy.

At the same time, a mentor came out to explain the anomalies that had occurred during this period, all of which were caused by a first-ring wizard.

Alan Wilk Wolft's story of breaking Morris's illusion naturally became a hot topic among the students.

Obviously, someone is fanning the flames of all this.

Many students began to regard him as a role model, and some even called him the "Illusion Buster."

Robin stood on the high platform of the training ground, scanning the students gathered below. His voice was firm and powerful, echoing in everyone's ears: "Everyone, listen to me! These hallucinations are secretly manipulated by people from the Wizard Council. This shows how vicious the Wizard Council is.

For the sake of the West, our family, and our future, we must unite to curb their ambitions! If we want our family to continue to prosper, we must not allow the Wizarding Council to continue to develop!"

His words were like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples.

The students looked up at him one after another. Robin's words not only ignited their fighting spirit, but also made them realize that the threat of the Wizarding Council was not out of reach, but had already penetrated into their lives.

"Alan is right!" a student shouted, his fists clenched, his eyes burning with fighting spirit. "We can't just sit there and wait for death! The Wizarding Council has bullied us, we must fight back!"

"That's right!" another student shouted excitedly, "We might not be able to defeat wizards of the same level in a one-on-one fight, but our numbers are several times, even ten times! We can definitely crush them with numbers!"

"Right! It's just an illusion! As long as we unite, the Wizarding Council won't be a problem!" Another student waved his fist, his voice full of confidence. Robin smiled slightly, a hint of relief in his eyes.

His words had already ignited the students' fighting spirit. He raised his hand, motioning for silence, and continued, "The essence of illusion is to exploit our fears and weaknesses. As long as we remain clear-headed and resolute, we can resist its influence."

Similarly, we are afraid of the Wizard Council. As long as we are not afraid, the Wizard Council cannot really threaten us!"

As soon as he finished speaking, warm applause and cheers rang out across the training ground. The trainees raised their weapons and shouted, "Unite! Fight the Wizarding Council!"

Since there is no way to avoid the Wizarding Council, we will fight to the end.

The first priority is to boost the morale of the students. Many of them come from western aristocrats and are naturally opposed to the Wizarding Council.

He is Robin's natural ally. He wants to gradually eliminate the fear of wizards in the knights' minds. As long as wizards are not that powerful in the knights' minds, the status of the Wizard Council in the West will plummet.

Under Robin's leadership, the students began special training in illusion.

On the training ground, the students were divided into groups and simulated illusion attacks and defenses against each other.

Robin shuttled between the teams, patiently guiding everyone.

"Illusions often strike directly at our hearts, exploiting our fears and weaknesses." Robin stood before a student, his tone serious. "Therefore, you must learn to control your emotions and remain calm. Only then can you avoid being deceived by illusions."

The student nodded, took a deep breath, closed his eyes and began to meditate.

Robin nodded in satisfaction and then walked towards the next group of students.

At the same time, several senior students began to organize themselves and formulate plans to fight against the Wizarding Council.

They used the academy's intelligence network to collect information on the movements of the Wizarding Council and tried to find their weaknesses.

"Although the Wizarding Council is powerful, they also have weaknesses," a senior student whispered. "Their members are scattered across various regions. As long as we can concentrate our forces and defeat them one by one, we can weaken their strength."

Another student nodded, a cold look flashing in his eyes: "That's right, we can start with their peripheral members and gradually disintegrate their power.

Melinda stood at the window on the top floor of the academy tower, overlooking the bustling scene on the training ground below. Her eyes fell on Robin, and a hint of admiration flashed in her eyes.

"This guy really didn't let me down." Melinda muttered to herself, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

Behind her, a man in a black robe quietly appeared and whispered, "Lady Melinda, the Wizard Council has begun to take action. Do we need to intervene?"

Melinda shook her head, a hint of coldness in her tone: "No need. Let them continue to make trouble. This drama has just begun."

The man in black robe nodded and then disappeared into the shadows.

Melinda's gaze returned to the training ground, a hint of meaning flashing in her eyes: "Alan Wilk Wolft, let me see how far you can go."

(End of this chapter)