Being a knight is not easy

Chapter 367 Questioning
"Understood!" Chamberlain's voice was slightly hoarse, but it conveyed more of a soldier's absolute obedience and awe of the power level of the person before him.

"The list can be prepared immediately!" He immediately walked to the simple long table, picked up a hard pen dipped in black ink, his rough knuckles turned slightly white from the force, and began to write rapidly on a slightly yellowed parchment!
Every nobleman or family whose name he wrote down meant that they would be swept away and crushed without hesitation in the coming storm!
The light from the oil lamp danced on Robin's imposing figure, whose aura carried a destructive sharpness, casting a huge and oppressive shadow that enveloped the entire tent and Chamberlain, who was writing furiously.

Outside the tent, beyond the tarpaulin that kept out the wind and rain, the ghost silently lifted a crack in the tent curtain, which stood like a fortress standing alone in the darkness.

A pair of cold, emotionless eyes, yet seemingly all-seeing, peered through the gaps in the rain curtain, firmly locking onto the tent that bore witness to the bloody decisions.

The owner of those eyes was the same dark figure who had just sneaked into the Ghost General's tent, his cloak dripping with dark red liquid.

Robin's gaze lingered on the demon general for a moment, his brows furrowing almost imperceptibly, like a sharp blade slicing through calm water.

"You've changed." His voice wasn't loud, but it carried the weight of scrutiny and an undeniable penetrating power, directly piercing through the mask that even the ghost himself might not have fully noticed.

The ghost general's invisible aura, which was originally like a condensed abyss of malevolent energy and carried a bloody oppressive feeling, melted and disintegrated instantly under these three words, like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun!
His tall and upright figure seemed to hunch slightly, and the suffocating, heavy smell of blood faded, revealing the gloomy and aloof figure beneath, who still retained some human edges.

“I’m sorry, my lord,” the ghost general’s voice lowered, carrying a hint of weariness and embarrassment that came from being relieved of a heavy burden, “Recently… I’ve been a little too immersed in the role I’m playing.”

He didn't explain what role he played, but the sense of realism that came after the brief stripping away of his "evil aura" confirmed Robin's judgment.

Robin nodded slightly, shifting his gaze from that brief moment of gloom, and did not press further.

In such a tense moment, delving into why a subordinate who has just returned to the top assassin's form is "too engrossed in playing the role" is not the most important thing.

A tacit attitude is also a manifestation of trust.

The moment the demon dissipated its malevolent aura, Alina, who had been watching him intently like a hunting dog poised to pounce, suddenly relaxed her tense body.

She let out a long breath, as if she had been holding it in for too long, and you could even see a little sweat on her forehead.

Just now, the ghost general gave off the feeling of a giant abyss beast that would devour its prey, and that instinctive sense of threat almost made her lose control.

At that moment, the curtain was lifted, bringing with it a damp, chilly air and the aroma of food.

William came in panting, carrying a heavy tray piled high with things. His face still bore the smell of cooking in the kitchen and the excitement of showing off a treasure: "Teacher! Commander! Teacher's wife! Teacher's... Teacher's wife! The food is here!" He quickly addressed them one by one, and when he looked at Alina, he was clearly a little nervous.

The contents of the tray were not exactly lavish, but they represented the highest level of hospitality in the border military camp: a whole, plump pheasant, roasted until slightly charred and sizzling, clearly a freshly hunted catch; a whole rack of roasted lamb ribs, fragrant and juicy; a stew with potatoes and a small amount of pickled vegetables, with large chunks of meat clearly visible; and a large stack of soft, thick, roasted black bread.

There was also a small jar of rather precious honey and a few wilted but still rare winter apples.

The large earthenware pot next to it contained steaming hot mushroom and meat soup, the aroma of which could dispel the chill.

William quickly put down his things and began to prepare the meal.

Chamberlain also suppressed his bloody list and focused on the food for the time being.

Fengling smiled at the sumptuous pheasant feast and skillfully began slicing the meat. Alina, still sullen, forked off a perfectly roasted rib and began gnawing on it in silence.

The ghost general sat at the edge, closest to the door, his presence becoming much less noticeable. He silently picked up a piece of bread from a regular part of the body and ate it in small bites with the stewed meat soup.

The food eased the eerie tension brought on by the change in the ghost general's aura, and only the sounds of chewing and clinking utensils remained in the tent, creating an unusually calm atmosphere.

But this calm did not last long.

Fengling quickly finished the ribs, wiped the oil off her fingers with bread, and turned her sharp gaze back to Guijiang, her tone accusatory: "Ghost General! Where did you just disappear to?"

She never missed an opportunity to target the Ghost General. "You came back soaked in the rain after dark, and the stench on you is almost unbearable! Also, those sneaky guys under your command have been peeking around the edge of the camp all afternoon. Don't tell me they were digging for wild vegetables!"

William paused in his act of serving the soup and looked at the ghost general with a puzzled expression.

Chamberlain didn't speak, but his eyes sharpened.

Alina slowed her slicing of meat, lost in thought.

The ghost paused for a moment while chewing, swallowed the food in his mouth, raised his head, and said expressionlessly, "Madam is concerned."

His way of addressing Fengling was subtle, neither intimate nor distant, purely a polite formality. "Your subordinate is acting on the Lord's secret orders to deal with some loose ends that might expose our core stronghold. The fishy smell... is from the target's struggle. As for the others..." His tone was flat and emotionless, "Military regulations are strict; leaving the camp to inquire about the officers' whereabouts is strictly forbidden. If you discover anything, please have Madam report directly to the Lord or Regiment Commander Chamberlain for legal action according to military law."

This statement is watertight, attributing all the "sneakiness" to military discipline and pointing out that unauthorized inquiries into the whereabouts of the commanding officer are a serious crime.

As for "following secret orders," it directly points the finger at Robin's instructions, implying that Wind Chime's questioning is a challenge to Robin's arrangements.

Fengling was speechless at his nonchalant answer and, unable to find an excuse to lash out, could only take a big bite of her bread.

Clearly, the wind chimes represent Lady Aishar, who is not within the Ghost General's trusted sphere.

Robin didn't look at the wind chimes, nor did he look at the demon general.

He seemed intently savoring the perfectly grilled chicken breast that Fengling had just placed on his plate.

The wind chime's question and the ghost general's answer collided and dissipated before his eyes like two invisible undercurrents.

at this time!

As if to confirm the ghost general's words, a very short, sharp sound, almost inaudible amidst the wind and rain, pierced through the tarpaulin of the tent!

puff!
A faint sound!
(End of this chapter)