Being a knight is not easy

Chapter 40 Bad News

After a whole month of studying and practicing without sleep or food, his efforts finally paid off.

Now he is able to forge weapons of ordinary quality.

When he successfully forged a long sword for the first time, the sharp blade and smooth sword body caused a sensation in the entire camp.

Everyone looked at him with admiration. No one had expected that this knight apprentice who had originally focused only on training and fighting would also show amazing talent in the field of forging.

It is no exaggeration to say that all the weapons in the hands of the four members of Robin's team are made by Robin, and each one is enough to prove that Robin's forging skills have reached the highest standards of blacksmiths in the territory.

When Eric and Lily returned to the camp carrying wine and bread, humming a little tune, they saw Robin hunched over, concentrating on carefully soaking two pulleys that he had made with great difficulty in oil.

The focused look on his face was as if the pulley in front of him was the most precious treasure in the world.

"What kind of mess are you building again?" Eric's curiosity was instantly aroused. He took a few quick steps and moved closer to Robin, staring at the two pulleys that were barely visible in the oil, and asked with a puzzled look on his face.

Robin didn't rush to answer, but just smiled, then took out the four pulleys from the oil one by one, two large and two small, and placed them in front of Eric and Lily.

The two looked at the strange-looking pulley with question marks on their faces. They looked at each other, unable to figure out what new thing Robin was tinkering with this time.

"Let's eat first!" Robin straightened up, wiped his greasy hands with a rag, and said gently.

In his opinion, food and companions are equally important, so forging can be put aside for the time being.

"That's right, eating is the most important thing!" Eric immediately became energetic when he heard this. He grabbed Lily's arm and strode towards the stove.

At the same time, he did not forget to invite Thomson to serve the dishes together. He looked so cheerful, as if a grand banquet was about to begin.

For a moment, the camp was filled with the aroma of delicious food, and laughter echoed in the air. All the previous worries about the wizards and doubts about forging were thrown out of the window.

The days before were like a soothing pastoral idyll, which made Robin very satisfied.

They are out of reach of high-level battles, and low-level troubles cannot threaten them.

I train and forge according to the routine every day, eat, drink and chat with my friends. My life is simple but enjoyable.

But with the arrival of those foreign lords, huge rocks were thrown into the originally calm lake, causing thousands of waves, and the situation began to change quietly.

That day, Robin completed his high-intensity training as usual, and his whole body was soaked in sweat, as if he had just been pulled out of the water.

He casually picked up a bucket of water and poured it over his head without saying a word. In an instant, the cool feeling dispelled his fatigue and heat, making him feel refreshed.

Just as he was shaking his wet hair comfortably, he suddenly heard a flurry of footsteps.

Turning around, I saw Thomson running in in a panic. He ran so fast that he stumbled, fell forward, and fell to the ground in a mess.

"Robin, something's happened!" Thompson didn't even bother to get up. He rolled and crawled towards Robin, his face full of fear and anxiety, his voice filled with tears. "Lily was seriously injured!"

Robin's smile froze on his face in an instant, and his eyes suddenly changed. His eyes, which had originally been somewhat lazy, were now burning with rage, and the aura around him suddenly became sharp.

He grabbed Thompson by the collar, pulled him up from the ground, and asked word by word: "What happened? Who did it?"

Thomson tearfully recounted the events, his voice incoherent. "It was the work of those foreign lords' knights. A young knight took a fancy to Lily, but she rejected him. He was immediately enraged and wanted to attack. Eric was right beside Lily at the time, so he couldn't stand by and watch. He immediately took the knight apprentices from the barracks and went over, but they were outnumbered and surrounded them. Luckily, a full-scale fight hadn't broken out yet, and everyone thought the matter was over. But who knew that when the knight returned, he actually called three other knights over to cause trouble. Without a word, they attacked Eric and Lily, especially Lily, who was particularly violent!"

As Thompson spoke, tears welled up in his eyes and his voice trembled with anger and anxiety.

"Where is Knight Commander Malizzi?" Robin suppressed his anger and asked in a low voice, every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

Thomson's face was filled with despair, and his voice was filled with tears as he answered, "When Knight Commander Malizzi learned of this, he immediately led his men to confront the knight, but who could have imagined that the other knight would block their way. Later, I heard that the young knight who injured Lily was actually Lord Valentine's son."

"Where is Grand Knight Damia?" Robin had already realized that the situation was far more serious than he had imagined.

"He was called away by Lord Blot and has not been seen since." Thompson shook his head helplessly, his eyes full of helplessness.

Robin swayed slightly, as if struck hard by the news. But he quickly regained his composure, a look of determination flashing in his eyes.

Without saying a word, he reached out and grabbed his clothes, then ran towards Lily's house anxiously.

Along the way, the image of Lily being injured kept appearing in his mind, and his anger grew stronger and stronger, and his steps became more and more hurried.

Faced with a powerful enemy and the threat posed by the black-robed wizard, Lord Blot had to weigh the pros and cons.

In Lord Blot's eyes, the conflict between Lily, a knight's apprentice of commoner origin, and Lord Valentine's son, a formal knight, was insignificant.

In the current situation, the first thing he needs to consider is the alliance with other lords, and jointly fighting against the black-robed wizard is the top priority.

After all, the evil deeds of the black-robed wizard have seriously threatened the security of their common territory. At this critical moment, any factors that may destroy the alliance must be eliminated.

Therefore, he planned to suppress the matter quietly, keep the peace, and avoid causing greater conflicts, which would affect the plan to fight against the black-robed wizard.

As for the injustice suffered by Lily, it has been placed in a secondary position in Lord Blot's considerations.

On the scale of power and interests, sometimes one must make a choice, and this little civilian knight apprentice seems destined to become the victim of this trade-off.

Robin was extremely anxious and ran all the way, raising clouds of dust under his feet.

When he finally arrived at Lily's house and flung open the door, a strong smell of medicine hit him in the face.

Inside the room, Eric was covered in wounds, slumped over and sitting powerlessly. He stared at the bed with empty eyes, his eye sockets red, as if he had just experienced a desperate struggle.

His clothes were tattered, with streaks of blood seeping through the gaps in the fabric, and tears still lingering on his face.

Lily lay quietly on the hospital bed, barely breathing.

Her once rosy face was now as pale as paper, her lips were chapped, and her weak breathing seemed like it would stop at any moment.

A few messy strands of hair stuck to her sweaty forehead, and there were deep dark circles under her tightly closed eyes.

Seeing this scene, Robin's heart seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer, and a sharp pain came over him.

He staggered to the bedside, reached out his hand tremblingly, and gently held Lily's cold hand, his voice almost hoarse: "Lily..."

(End of this chapter)