Being a knight is not easy

Chapter 119 New Creation

Torres stood at the edge of the academy square, his face as pale as paper, with beads of sweat oozing from his forehead.

He looked around frantically, trying to find a way to escape, but he was already surrounded by the academy's guards.

His conspiracy was completely exposed. Not only did he fail to destroy Robin, but he also put himself in a desperate situation.

"Torres, your conspiracy ends here." Wei Ting and several high-level knights blocked Torres and said coldly.

There was a hint of sarcasm in his eyes, as if he was looking at a clown.

Torres opened his mouth, but found himself speechless. His throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he couldn't even utter a word of defense.

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, trying to find an excuse to get out, but all his efforts seemed pale and powerless.

Robin stood not far away, watching all this coldly. There was no anger or pride in his eyes, only a faint indifference.

When Torres was escorted past him by Wei Ting's men, Robin slowly raised his hand and raised his middle finger at Torres.

Although Torres did not understand the specific meaning of this gesture, he could feel the contempt and ridicule contained in it.

His face turned ashen in an instant, and a trace of resentment flashed in his eyes, but was quickly replaced by despair.

News of Torres's expulsion from the academy quickly spread throughout the West.

His father, Earl of Moray, was a famous nobleman in the west, with great prestige and influence.

What Torres did brought shame to the entire family and might even make the entire family the public enemy of the western nobility.

In the family manor, Earl Moray sat in a high-backed chair in the study, his face terribly gloomy.

In front of him stood several family elders, their eyes filled with a hint of blame and disappointment.

"Torres's actions have severely damaged the family's reputation," an elder whispered. "If we don't take action, I'm afraid our family's influence in the West will be affected."

Count Morey was silent for a moment, then nodded slowly. "Pass on my order. From today on, Torres is no longer a member of the Morey family. All his rights and property will be stripped away, and his name will be erased from the family."

Torres was brought to the hall of the family manor. Facing the family elders and servants, his face was pale and his eyes were full of fear and despair.

He himself has nowhere to retreat.

"Torres, you have betrayed the trust of our family and damaged its reputation." Earl Morey's voice was cold and majestic. "From today on, you are no longer a member of the Morey family. Your knighthood will be revoked, and you will be completely expelled from the family."

Torres' body trembled slightly, and a hint of pleading flashed in his eyes: "Father... please give me another chance..."

Earl Morey gave him a cold look and waved his hand: "Take him away."

Several family guards stepped forward and dragged Torres out of the hall.

His knighthood was abolished and the life force in his body was completely sealed.

From then on, he was no longer the high-ranking noble young master, but a homeless man abandoned by his family.

Torres, who was expelled from his family, walked in rags in the wilderness of the West.

His face was covered with dust and fatigue, and his eyes were full of despair and resentment.

The glory and status he once held were now gone. "Why...why did it become like this..." Torres whispered to himself, a hint of sob in his voice.

Just when he was about to give up hope, several mysterious men in black robes quietly appeared in front of him.

There were strange smiles on their faces and greedy glints in their eyes.

"Torres, we have been waiting for you for a long time." The black-robed man in the lead whispered, his voice a little hoarse and cold.

Torres raised his head, a hint of vigilance flashing in his eyes: "Who are you?"

The black-robed man chuckled and slowly raised his hand. A dark light appeared on his palm. "We are from the Wizard Council. We know what you have been through and your resentment. Join us and you will gain the power of revenge."

A flicker of hesitation flashed across Torres's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by resentment. He nodded, his voice resolute, "Okay, I'll join you."

Torres was taken by the man in black robes to a secret base of the Wizard Council.

This place is located in a desolate land on the western border, surrounded by a powerful barrier that is completely unnoticeable to outsiders.

In the lobby of the base, Torres met Stamo Dua, a high-ranking member of the Wizard Council.

There was a strange smile on Stamo's face, and his eyes were full of greed and ambition.

"Torres, welcome to the Wizard Council." Stamo whispered, with a hint of temptation in his voice, "We will provide you with the power of revenge, and you will become an important part of our plan."

There was a cold flash in Torres' eyes, and a hint of determination in his voice: "As long as I can get revenge, I am willing to do anything."

Stamo nodded and waved. Several men in black robes stepped forward and led Torres into a secret room.

In the center of the secret room stands a crystal that gleams with a dark light—the Soul-Devouring Crystal.

They had just created this soul-devouring crystal. In order to create this soul-devouring crystal, they slaughtered an entire city.

"This is the Soul Devouring Crystal. It will grant you great power," Stamo whispered, a hint of fanaticism in his voice. "But remember, the price of power is eternal."

Torres stared at the crystal, with a complex light flashing in his eyes.

The image of himself abandoned by his family and expelled from the academy flashed through his mind, and the resentment within him burned like a flame. He gritted his teeth, his voice filled with determination, "As long as it means revenge, I'm willing to pay any price."

Stamo's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a strange smile: "Very good, Torres. I am pleased with your determination. Now, place your hand on the crystal and accept its power."

Torres walked forward without hesitation, stretched out his trembling hand, and slowly placed it on the Soul-Devouring Crystal.

The moment his palm touched the crystal, a cold and violent energy suddenly surged into his body.

His body was shaking violently, as if every nerve was torn and every muscle was crushed.

"Ah--!" Torres let out a painful roar, and the light in his eyes was gradually swallowed by darkness.

Black lines appeared on his skin, as if poisonous snakes were crawling in his veins.

His consciousness began to blur, and countless shrill screams echoed in his ears, as if countless wronged souls were roaring in his mind.

"What...is this?" Torres' voice became hoarse and low, as if it was no longer his voice.

(End of this chapter)