Being a knight is not easy

Chapter 59 Thief
Robin breathed a sigh of relief, his tense nerves relaxing slightly.

He approached the pool of blood and was about to take a look when he found a parchment drawing floating on the blood.

He picked it up carefully and saw some strange and bizarre human body drawings on it.

The human forms in these drawings are distorted and very different from normal human structures. Some limbs are long and thin, and the joints are bent at strange angles.

Some are covered with strange patterns, like some mysterious symbols.

Robin frowned, trying to decipher something from the drawings.

Perhaps this is inextricably linked to the sinister plans of Lord Blot and the wizards. Perhaps these strange drawings of human bodies are records of some sinister ritual or experiment, or perhaps they hold the key to summoning a greater power.

In any case, this parchment drawing is undoubtedly a major discovery.

After defeating the monster, Robin continued to search the secret room carefully, not missing any corner that might hide key information.

His eyes fell on the torn black robe beside the pool of blood. With an idea in his mind, he squatted down and began to search.

Sure enough, under the black robe, he found a notebook.

Robin gently opened the notebook and glanced at it casually. The content on the first page made him happy.

It clearly records the black-robed man's insights from his first practice of basic meditation.

"Meditation method! Not bad." Robin whispered to himself, knowing full well how important it was to improving his own strength.

Without any hesitation, he quickly put away the notebook, parchment drawing and diary he had found earlier, and carefully placed them in the package he was carrying.

At this moment, the secret room was filled with an atmosphere of deathly silence and mystery.

Robin knew that it was not advisable to stay here for long, so he turned around decisively and walked towards the exit of the secret room.

His footsteps were hurried, and his figure gradually moved away in the dim underground passage.

However, shortly after Robin left, strange changes occurred in the secret room.

The originally broken crystal began to condense again under the influence of the blood.

A few strands of crystal light rose from the blood and gathered towards the broken crystal.

The broken crystal fragments seemed to be pulled by some mysterious force, slowly moving and piecing together, gradually restoring their complete appearance.

The re-condensed crystal exudes an even more intense mysterious aura, and the light flickers, as if waiting for the next intruder, or brewing a greater crisis.

Robin escaped from Winston City safely.

In the city, the situation has changed dramatically.

With his strange power, Kajiani finally defeated Lord Blot.

He came to the mysterious secret room alone with the attitude of a winner.

As he stepped into the secret room, Kajiani saw the blood on the ground and the black crystal emitting a strange light.

The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, revealing a smug smile. "Fool, you can't touch this thing!" He cursed softly as he pulled out an exquisite box from his pocket. Then, he waved his hands rapidly in the air, performing the Mage's Hand technique.

I saw an illusory giant hand formed by magic power appear out of thin air, slowly reaching out to the black crystal and putting it steadily into the wooden box.

After completing all this, Kajani seemed to feel that it was not enough. A fierce look flashed in his eyes, and he muttered something as he cast a powerful fire spell.

In an instant, raging fire broke out from all directions and quickly spread throughout the castle.

The castle, which had been in the Blot family for nearly a century, crackled and groaned in pain as the flames raged. As the fire spread, the castle's walls began to crumble, its beams breaking, and it finally collapsed with a deafening roar.

This incident was like a bombshell, quickly shocking the entire Cameron Kingdom.

The news spread like wildfire, and people were talking about how Viscount Blot's territory was poorly defended and was easily breached by the Black Bear Bandits.

The lord and his knights were all killed in the battle, and Winston City suffered a brutal massacre by the Black Bear Bandits, with only eight out of ten people in the city left alive.

For a time, the entire kingdom was in panic. People's fear of the Black Bear Thieves Gang and their worries about their own safety hung like a haze over everyone's heart.

Of course, these are not things Robin can control now.

He rode a stolen brown warhorse and slowly moved forward along the winding path.

However, just as he was about to go around a dense forest, a loud noise suddenly came into his ears.

Robin frowned slightly, immediately reined in his horse and listened attentively.

"Help! There's a thief!"

"Run! There are too many of them!"

Robin's eyes instantly sharpened. He quickly dismounted, tied the horse to a nearby tree, and then took the pulley compound bow from his back and quietly crept towards the direction of the sound.

Passing through a bush, Robin saw a scene that made him frown - a small caravan was being besieged by a group of thieves.

Most of the caravan's guards have fallen, and the few remaining ones are fighting desperately, but it is obvious that they can't hold out for much longer.

The thieves brandished their swords with ferocious smiles on their faces, as if they had already considered the caravan's treasure to be theirs.

Robin's eyes quickly scanned the battlefield, a plan already in mind. He gently pulled the pulley of the compound bow, and the bowstring, aided by the pulley system, tightened easily, and the arrow rested firmly on the string.

"Whoosh!"

The first arrow shot through the air and accurately hit a thief in the chest.

The huge impact force sent him flying, and he fell heavily to the ground, instantly losing his combat ability.

"There's an ambush!" The thieves suddenly panicked and looked around, trying to find the source of the arrows.

However, Robin's movements were faster. His fingers danced on the bowstring like a phantom, shooting arrows one after another, each one hitting the target accurately.

The thieves fell one after another, screaming one after another.

"It's reinforcements! We are saved!" someone in the caravan shouted, with joy in his tone of voice at having survived the disaster.

The thieves finally realized that the situation was not good and began to flee in all directions.

Robin did not give chase, but quickly walked to the side of the caravan and glanced around vigilantly to make sure no one had escaped.

"Thank you, sir, for your help!" A middle-aged man walked quickly up to Robin, his face full of gratitude. He was wearing an elegant robe and was obviously the leader of the caravan.

Robin nodded, his tone calm: "It's just a small favor, you're welcome."

The middle-aged man quickly introduced himself, "I'm the leader of this caravan, my name is Kamil. We were originally heading to Tutankhamun Province in the south of the kingdom, but unexpectedly encountered a bandit gang here. If you hadn't intervened in time, we might have..."

Robin waved his hand, interrupting him. "Although the thieves have temporarily retreated, there's no guarantee they won't come back. What are your plans next?"

(End of this chapter)