Being a knight is not easy

Chapter 174 Dragon Devouring Breathing Technique

The glass lamps of Lake Belon suddenly flickered three times, as if an invisible hand was strangling their throats.

When the seventh crystal chandelier fell into the lake, ripples appeared in the mead in Duke Hawke's glass. A woman's scream coming from the direction of the pavilion in the middle of the lake startled the night crows perched on the eaves of the altar.

"Your Excellency the Duke!" The legendary knight Aiden, who was the first to react, took three steps forward and used his heavy sword to cut through the human wall for the Duke.

Robin mingled among the scattered nobles and saw six legendary knights in charge of security rushing towards the pavilion in the middle of the lake like a black wave. The seams of their armor glowed with magical patterns, which were the symbols of enchanted equipment, and each pattern was worth hundreds of gold coins.

"Block all exits!" Duke Hawke's voice was filled with anger.

Robin pretended to be pushed back, but his peripheral vision was fixed on the grey-robed knight behind the Duke's left.

The man stood in the shadows with his hands hanging down, even his breathing was hidden in the hustle and bustle of the festival. Only the occasional movement of his pupils revealed his inhuman sharpness. The frequency of his pupils' movement made him instantly aware of the other party's strength.

"Knight of Order." A bitter taste rose in his throat.

There was no emblem on the grey-robed knight's shoulder armor, but when he turned around, the silver embroidery on the lining was revealed. It was a double-sword pattern that only knights directly under the Knights Guild had the right to wear.

Duke Hawke actually had a master of this level hidden in his possession. No wonder he dared to appear openly at the festival.

This also means that Duke Hawke has the support of the Knights Guild.

The sound of armor clashing came from the direction of the pavilion in the center of the lake.

Robin heard Aiden's roar: "Viscount Brian's sword is gone!"

The crowd suddenly erupted in exclamations, and several countesses fainted on the spot, with their jewelry rolling all over the floor.

Duke Hawke's face paled and blue in the candlelight, and he suddenly pointed in Robin's direction: "That wandering knight! He's been near the pavilion in the middle of the lake!"

Four heavy swords were unsheathed in an instant, and the strong wind brought by the blades blew away Robin's cloak.

He took a quick half step back, but when he reached the edge of the pontoon, he saw that the grey-robed knight had stood three feet away from him, with the soles of his shoes not even wet on the wooden board.

The sword hanging on the man's waist was not an ordinary knight's sword, but a broken blade with an iron chain wrapped around the handle. The marks of the royal forbidden spell could be vaguely seen in the rust.

"Your Excellency has misunderstood." Robin spread his hands and let his cloak slide off, revealing the half-worn chain mail underneath.

Six legendary knights surrounded him in a fan shape, and the tip of one of them had the sword against his throat.

"He's the Lord-Eater Knight!" some noble shouted. "To break through to the legendary level, the Lord-Eater Knight killed his lord!"

The crowd immediately retreated another three feet, and whispers of fear spread like a plague.

Robin felt the sting in his throat and suddenly smiled.

Rumors and prejudices are indeed the sharpest knives, which can invisibly take people's lives.

The name Robin is completely unusable.

This smile caused the Gray Robe Knight's broken blade to rise slightly, as if he had sensed a flaw in his prey.

"Search!" the Duke gritted his teeth.

The two legendary knights roughly tore open his chain mail, but ultimately found nothing, because Robin had already handed these things over to Feng Ling, even his new Tang sword was no exception.

Lady Eshar's ivory fan suddenly loomed between Robin's throat and the blade of his sword. The perfumed powder released as the fan unfolded condensed into a purple mist in the moonlight. Where her skirt swept past, eerie nightshade flowers instantly bloomed from the cracks in the bluestone slabs. The blue-purple blossoms, with their narcotic fragrance, slowed the sword-wielding knights' movements.

"The swords of your knights are more impatient than the beaks of ravens." Her emerald pupils flickered in the shadows, and the tip of her fan gently deflected Robin's blade. The heavy sword, forged from fine steel, was rusted, as if corroded. The magic patterns on the blade shrank and retreated like snakes and insects encountering their natural enemies.

The broken blade of the gray-robed knight suddenly made a buzzing sound, and the iron chain wrapped around it moved without wind.

Robin noticed that he wore a bone ring on his left pinky finger, the symbol of the School of Necromancy.

"No way! This gray-robed knight is a Death Knight, and an Order-level one at that." Robin shouted in his heart.

Death Knight is one of the three most powerful knight professions in the Knight Guild. They master the power of death and completely crush knights of the same level in killing enemies. Even if a second-ring wizard encounters them, he will actively avoid them.

When the iron chain was completely untied, the densely packed forbidden spell inscriptions on the blade were revealed, which were exactly the same as the ancient characters on the pillars of the pavilion in the center of the lake.

"My dear, are you going to cover up for the suspect?" Duke Hawke slammed his scepter to the ground, and the crow's eye gem inlaid on the top of the scepter suddenly oozed black blood.

The blood drops fell to the ground and turned into wriggling shadows, crawling towards Robin's feet like living creatures.

Lady Aisha chuckled, and six arms made of crow feathers suddenly stretched out from the shadows, with an amber eye open in the palm of each hand.

These arms gracefully caught the fragments of glass lamps that floated from the lake and arranged them around Robin in the pattern of the Northern Astrology.

"My dear, have you forgotten?" She suddenly smashed a suspended glass lamp with the rib of her fan, and the splattering lamp oil formed the twelve family crests in the air. "On the night of the festival, witnessed by the stars, any lie will become a dagger that pierces its master."

Suddenly, a loud sound of wood breaking was heard from the direction of the pavilion in the center of the lake.

When everyone turned around, they saw Viscount Brian's sword floating above the altar, with silver-blue liquid dripping from the blade.

That is the star essence that is only kept in the royal secret vault. Legend has it that it can break all illusions.

Robin swallowed subconsciously. According to the information from his mother, Lady Aisha was just an ordinary person, but now it seems that she is at least a basic second-ring wizard.

No wonder Duke Hawke is so afraid of Lady Eshar.

I originally thought he was a henpecked man, but it turns out he is a henpecked man.

The gray-robed knight's pupils suddenly contracted.

Robin caught the arc of his muscles tensing under his cloak, which was a sign that the knight was about to launch the "Instant Light Slash".

But Lady Aisha was faster than him. Her skirt suddenly expanded into a shadow area with a diameter of three meters, completely enveloping Robin.

Robin's vision suddenly fell into darkness, and the only sound in his ears was his own rapid heartbeat.

The shadow enveloped him like a sticky liquid, with a light scent of violet mixed with a faint smell of blood.

"Don't move." Lady Eshar's voice sounded in his ears, soft but unquestionable, "Unless you want to be cut in half by Hindenburg's 'Instant Light Slash'."

Robin froze. He could feel violent fluctuations of magic coming from outside the shadows.

The Grey Knight's domain was colliding with Lady Aisha's darkness. Even a subtle tearing sound could be heard in the air, like invisible blades clashing.

"Madam, are you going to openly shelter a 'Lord-Eating Knight'?" The grey-robed knight Hindenburg's voice came through the shadows, cold and restrained, but Robin could hear the suppressed anger in it.

Lady Eshar chuckled softly, and the shadows swayed slightly, like a curtain blown by the wind. She didn't respond directly, but gently tapped Robin's chest with her fan, her voice low enough for only him to hear:
"Robin Gabriel, is that the man who mastered the Dragon Devouring Breathing Technique?"

Robin's pupils suddenly contracted.

How could she know?
(End of this chapter)