Being a knight is not easy

Chapter 163 Return
The dark blue of the deep sea dome was torn apart by the blazing white in an instant, and the sword of judgment in Robin's hand suddenly burst out with a dazzling light.

The light was like a supernova about to explode, far beyond the scope of legendary weapons.

The huge muzzle light of the mechanical siren lit up, like a gaze from the abyss.

Robin did not retreat but advanced, and the chains of order around him danced wildly like a golden dragon, completely wrapping him up.

The next second, a brilliant golden light appeared behind him, condensing into the shadow of a shield-bearing knight - that was the Order Shadow unique to the Order Knight!
Baron, who was watching the battle from a distance, suddenly had his pupils contracted and his breathing stagnated.

"Such a young Knight of Order? No, that's not right! He hasn't really broken through yet, he just borrowed the power of Order for a short time!" Baron made a judgment in an instant and his pace quickened involuntarily.

He couldn't bear to watch this gifted young man die here!

At the critical moment, a sharp sword light broke through the air and collided with the siren's death ray.

Amidst the roar of the energy explosion, Robin turned at incredible speed, and the Sword of Judgment pierced the weak spot on the back of the mechanical Siren's neck accurately like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue.

With a deafening roar, the huge monster collapsed, and the huge waves it stirred up swept around like a tsunami.

The wreckage of the mechanical Siren was emitting smoke on the charred deck. Robin knelt on one knee, holding up the Sword of Conviction and gasping for breath. The steaming sweat was mixed with the pungent smell of burnt metal.

Suddenly, a pair of boots with gilded emblems stepped into view, and as the shadows fell, he heard a familiar low voice.

"Young man, we meet again." Baron swept across the ground with a cloak covered in smoke, and the black iron armor under the scarlet cloak was still stained with the ashes of battle.

The Kingdom Guardian bent down and patted Robin's shoulder, which was shaking from overusing the power of Order. "That Shadow of Order move you just made was much more beautiful than when I was twenty."

Robin forced a smile onto his pale face, his knuckles turning white from gripping the hilt tightly. "Fighting for the kingdom is the honor of every knight."

His gaze pierced through the thick smoke and fell upon the shimmering mechanical patterns on the wreckage of the Siren. "After dealing with the Mechanicum over the years, I know their methods all too well—wherever the gears turn, there's conspiracy."

Baron stroked the gilded emblem on his cloak, a cold light flashing in his old eyes.

The hints in Robin's words were like a key that instantly unlocked the mystery in his heart.

Although Viscount Wilk came from the Western nobility, he was a nobleman leaning towards the royal family.

Now that they have been involved in this "accident", it is obvious that someone wants to use the Mechanicus to wipe this loyal family off the chessboard of power.

"Someone wants to tarnish Wilk's sword." Baron suddenly drew his sword, and the blade lifted Robin's torn sleeve, revealing a hideous burn mark. "But a true blade will only become sharper through tempering in fire."

He turned his wrist, and the blade of his sword reflected the shattered deck behind them. "Let's go, we should go to the capital and show someone that a knight's oath will never rust."

Robin opened his mouth, a look of difficulty washing over his face.

Lord Baron is trying to get him to join the kingdom's first knight order.

At this moment, the sound of hurried footsteps mixed with the friction of fabrics was heard. Leah supported Viscount Wilk and walked slowly towards him. There was still some weakness on the Viscount's pale face, but under the treatment of the church priest, he finally got rid of the previous gloom on the verge of death.

"Father!" Robin rushed forward, taking his father's still-cold hand in his. His gaze roamed over the bandaged wound, his voice thick with worry. Viscount Wilk leaned against Leah, straightening slightly, a glimmer of relief in his cloudy eyes.

Leia had previously told him everything about the battle. Now, looking at her son's bloodstained but still upright figure, a faint smile bloomed on her old face. She raised her hand tremblingly and gently patted the back of Robin's hand: "Good boy, you are worthy of being my child."

Robin half-knelt on the ground, resting his father's arm firmly on his shoulders. He looked up at Baron with a sincere gaze, "Lord Baron! I am deeply grateful for your trip to the capital. However, my father is injured, so I need to escort him back to the territory first."

A breeze swept across the battlefield, lifting the corners of his blood-stained clothes. At this moment, the tense lines around his body were more stubborn than ever.

Baron looked at the father and son, a flicker of understanding in his eyes. He reached out and placed a hand on Robin's shoulder as he tried to salute. The warmth of his palm pierced through the fabric of his clothes. "Go."

The old voice was filled with unquestionable strength. "A Wilk family child shouldn't be confined to a hospital bed. If you encounter a problem you can't solve, you can come to the capital to find me."

After saying this, he untied a bronze token engraved with a griffin emblem from his waist and pressed it into Robin's palm. The coolness and residual warmth of the metal flowed between the two of them. "This is your pass to the capital. Remember, the real battlefield is never in this place."

Robin stroked the griffin emblem token, and Baron's profound and pointed words before leaving, "the real battlefield", echoed in his ears again and again.

He looked up at the dark clouds rolling where the sea and sky met, and suddenly remembered the agreement he had made with Melinda: in one year, the mysterious stranger would return and take him to see the vast world outside the kingdom.

As dusk fell over the royal capital, Robin settled his father into the carved wooden bed in the Viscount's mansion.

Viscount Wilk grabbed his son's wrist, his cloudy eyes full of fear: "Don't take risks again." Before he finished speaking, the Viscount fell into a deep sleep, but his knuckles were still tightly clasping Robin's sleeve.

At dawn the next day, the morning mist had not yet dissipated.

Robin tied the Sword of Judgment around his waist, took one last look at the family flag flying in front of the mansion, and then jumped on his horse.

The horse's hooves crushed the frost on the ground. Leah's voice came from behind, chasing after him: "I'll go back to Viscount Wilk's territory to find you."

Robin didn't look back, but just waved his hand to indicate that he understood.

At this moment, my father was leaning against the carriage window, his eyes must have been filled with both pride and worry.

"Should I tell the child about that?"

On the day he returned to the territory, Viscount Wilk stood at the steps of the castle, leaning on an ebony cane and supported by his butler.

When the old man saw his son return safely, his eyes welled up. He patted Robin on the back and muttered, "You'll guard the territory from now on. With your legendary skills, you'll be the one who wins."

His voice got lower and lower, but he couldn't hide his relief. "All those private guards combined are not as reassuring as one finger of yours."

"Okay!" Robin agreed with a smile.

He just took advantage of this time to consolidate his cultivation. As for Duke Hawke's revenge, he was not worried at all.

After all, Duke Hawke is one of the powerful nobles in the West. If he wants to take action against Viscount Wilk, he needs a reasonable reason, otherwise how can he convince the nobles in the West?

(End of this chapter)