Being a knight is not easy

Chapter 96 Bloodline

A few days later, a middle-aged man in a gray robe came to Robin's room.

His eyes were sharp and he exuded a powerful magical energy.

"Robin, this is Instructor Gray. He will be responsible for guiding your training." Audis introduced.

Mentor Gray nodded, his tone tinged with seriousness. "Robin, I heard you can harness the power of both a knight and a wizard. This ability is extremely rare, but also very dangerous. If you don't master this power correctly, you could cause serious harm to yourself."

Robin's heart trembled, and he nodded solemnly: "I understand. Please give me some advice, Master."

Instructor Gray didn't say much and started his instruction directly. He first tested Robin's magic control ability, and then tested the strength of his life force.

After some testing, a hint of surprise flashed in Instructor Gray's eyes.

"Your potential is truly extraordinary," Instructor Gray whispered. "However, your training method is too crude. You must undergo systematic training."

In the following days, Robin began systematic training under the guidance of Mentor Gray.

Not only did he learn more advanced magic manipulation techniques, he also mastered how to combine life force and magic to create a more powerful fighting method.

Unfortunately, the good times didn't last long. After just three days of peace, Gray told Robin, "The Wizard Council has come and wants to inspect all the knights in the kingdom. We need to transfer you to a lord in the western province of Walter."

Robin said grimly, "With a nationwide inspection, it won't be any use even if I hide in the West!"

Gray said, "Don't worry, the organization has reached an agreement with that noble. You will return to the family as his illegitimate son."

Robin wasn't completely clueless: "I remember that nobles have blood tests."

"Of course, before that, you still need to cooperate with us in this experiment - blood transfer!"

Robin's face turned pale instantly, and a trace of shock flashed in his eyes: "Bloodline transfer? What do you want to do to me?"

Mentor Gray's expression remained calm, his tone carrying a hint of unquestionable seriousness: "Robin, this is the only way out the organization has arranged for you. The power of the Wizard Council is far beyond your imagination, and they have begun a nationwide search for you.

If you don't change your identity, they will find you sooner or later. Although bloodline transfer has certain risks, it is the only way we can ensure your safety."

Robin clenched his fists, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

Mentor Gray's words are not alarmist.

The power of the Wizarding Council is indeed strong, and his current ability is not enough to compete with them.

Blood transfer sounded like a forbidden experiment, and it made him feel instinctively uneasy.

"Blood transfer...what exactly is it?" Robin asked in a low voice, with a hint of caution in his tone.

Mentor Gray pulled a small crystal bottle from his bosom. It contained a dark red liquid that emitted an eerie glow. He whispered, "Bloodline transfer is an ancient magical ritual that transforms a target's identity by fusing their bloodline with that of another family."

This ritual requires special magical potions and complex spells, but the effect is remarkable. Once completed, your bloodline will be completely merged with that of the noble, and even the bloodline tests of the Wizarding Council will be unable to reveal your true identity.

Robin stared at the bottle of dark red liquid, feeling vaguely uneasy. "Does this ritual...have any side effects?"

Isn't blood testing the same as DNA paternity testing?

But Robin’s first reaction was that the descendants of nobles in this world are not just biological children!
Mentor Gray was silent for a moment, then said, "Any magical ritual carries certain risks. Bloodline transfer may place a certain burden on your body, and may even be life-threatening.

But we have conducted many experiments and the success rate is very high. As long as you cooperate, we will ensure your safety."

Robin took a deep breath, weighing the pros and cons in his mind.

His current situation was extremely dangerous. If he didn't accept the blood transfer, he would be found by the Wizard Council sooner or later. "What if I refuse?" Robin asked in a low voice, a cold look in his eyes.

That's life-threatening.

Mentor Gray’s expression remained calm, but there was a hint of warning in his tone: “Robin, you should know that the organization has provided you with a lot of help.

If you refuse, we will no longer be able to protect you. Neither the Wizarding Council nor the Dark Pact will let you go, and your fate will be even worse."

Robin was silent.

Mentor Gray's words were not a threat, but a fact.

He has no choice but to accept the organization's arrangements in his current situation.

"Okay, I promise." Robin whispered, with a hint of helplessness in his tone.

Mentor Gray nodded, a hint of approval in his tone. "You are very wise, Robin. Although blood transfer has certain risks, it is also your only chance. We will do our best to ensure the success of the ceremony."

Robin didn't say anything else, and his vigilance towards the Round Table became even deeper.

He could no longer turn back and could only keep going.

That night, Robin was taken to a secret basement.

In the center of the basement lies a complex magic circle, surrounded by various strange magical instruments and potions.

Mentor Gray and several other members of the Round Table Council were already waiting there.

"Robin, lie down in the center of the magic circle." Mentor Gray whispered.

Robin took a deep breath and lay down in the center of the magic circle as instructed.

He felt a cold energy coming from the ground, making him shiver involuntarily.

Mentor Gray opened the crystal bottle in his hand and poured the dark red liquid into the magic circle.

The liquid quickly merged into the patterns of the magic circle, emitting a strange light.

"Let's begin." Mentor Gray whispered, and then began to chant an ancient spell.

As the spell progressed, the glow of the magic circle grew stronger and stronger, and Robin felt a powerful surge of energy flowing into him.

His body began to tremble violently, as if countless needles were piercing his blood vessels.

The severe pain made it almost impossible for him to breathe, but he gritted his teeth and forced himself to endure it.

"Hold on, Robin!" Mentor Gray's voice came from a distance, as if through a thick layer of fog.

Robin's consciousness gradually became blurred, and he felt that his blood was being forcibly changed by some force.

At the critical moment, the dragon-devouring breathing method he practiced automatically started to work, speeding up the absorption of blood.

Then Robin felt his soul being torn apart and then put back together again.

Countless images flashed through his mind, as if he saw the nobleman's family history and bloodline inheritance.

(End of this chapter)