Being a knight is not easy

Chapter 97 Research
After an unknown amount of time, the light of the magic circle gradually dimmed and Robin's body stopped shaking.

He lay on the ground, his whole body soaked in sweat, his breathing rapid and weak.

"Success." Mentor Gray whispered, a hint of fatigue in his tone.

Robin forced himself to open his eyes and felt that some subtle changes seemed to have taken place in his body.

There seemed to be some strange power in his blood, but that power did not make him feel uncomfortable. Instead, it made him feel an unprecedented sense of fulfillment.

"Robin, how do you feel?" Mentor Gray asked in a low voice.

Robin took a deep breath and sat up with difficulty: "I... I feel fine. Is this the effect of the blood transfer?"

Mentor Gray nodded, his tone tinged with approval. "Indeed, your bloodline has completely merged with that noble's. From now on, you are the illegitimate son of Viscount Wilke of Walter Province, named 'Alan Wilke Walter'."

Robin was silent for a moment, then asked in a low voice, "Will my power... be affected?"

Mentor Gray shook his head. "No. Bloodline transfer will only change your identity and characteristics, it will not affect your potential. On the contrary, the bloodline of that noble may bring you some additional power."

Robin left the basement with mixed emotions.

Although Mentor Gray told him that the blood transfer would not affect his power, he did not fully believe it.

The Round Table Council went to such great lengths to transfer his bloodline, not just to help him hide his identity. Their purpose was clearly more far-reaching.

"One in ten success rate... I'm the third successful experimental subject..." Robin muttered to himself, with a cold look in his eyes.

He recalled the subtle relief on Mentor Gray's face after the ceremony, and became even more alert.

"What on earth is the Round Table planning?" Robin thought to himself, frowning slightly.

He must find out the true purpose of the Round Table Council as soon as possible, otherwise he will become their pawn sooner or later.

Meanwhile, Instructor Gray sighed in the basement and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He muttered to himself, "He's got a one in ten chance of success. What a lucky guy. This is the third successful experiment. It looks like our plan is finally making progress."

A satisfied smile appeared on Mentor Gray's face, and then he turned and left the basement.

Robin's success means that the Round Table Council's plans have taken another step forward.

However, Robin is not an easy person to control.

His ability is demonstrated by the fact that he was able to escape all the way from the Black Forest to the southern provinces and then to the east.

"We must send him to Walter Province as soon as possible to avoid any complications." Mentor Gray thought to himself and then quickened his pace.

A few days later, Robin was arranged to go to the province of Volta.

Before leaving, Instructor Gray specifically sought him out and whispered, "Robin, remember your new identity—Alan Wilk Walter. After arriving in Walter Province, you will be assigned to the Wilk family's territory. We have people there who will help you adapt to your new identity."

Robin nodded, his tone a little cold: "I understand."

Mentor Gray seemed to sense Robin's vigilance and smiled slightly, his tone carrying a hint of meaning: "Robin, I know you have doubts about the organization. But please believe that everything we do is for the future of the kingdom. Your potential is the key to our plan, and we will not harm you."

Robin didn't answer, but just looked at Mr. Gray coldly. He couldn't completely believe Mr. Gray's words.

After leaving the royal capital, Robin set out on his journey to the Walter Province.

As a result, he had never visited the prosperous royal capital once.

Along the way, he remained vigilant at all times, using the "Snake Breathing Method" to enhance his sensitivity and perception to avoid contact with any possible enemies.

A few days later, Robin finally arrived in the province of Walter.

Viscount Wilk's territory is located in the western part of the province and is a fertile land.

Following the instructions of Mentor Gray, Robin came to Viscount Wilk's manor.

Two armored guards stood at the door of the manor. When they saw Robin, they nodded slightly and then opened the door.

"Master Allen, welcome home." One of the guards whispered.

Robin's heart trembled, knowing that his new identity had officially taken effect. He nodded and then walked into the manor.

The interior of the manor is luxuriously decorated, showing the aristocratic style everywhere.

Robin was taken to a spacious room with complete facilities, even a small training room.

"Master Allen, this is your room. If you need anything, you can always tell the servants." A middle-aged man who looked like a butler said in a low voice.

Robin nodded, and had a deeper understanding of the power of the Wilk family.

His current identity is completely different and he must adapt to the new environment as quickly as possible.

That night, Robin sat on the bed in the room, closed his eyes and began to practice the "Dragon-Eating Breathing Technique".

He felt that the life force and magic power in his body were still abundant, and the blood transfer did not seem to affect his strength.

He also noticed that there seemed to be some unfamiliar power in his blood, and that power made him feel a subtle change.

"Is this the blood power of the Wilk family?" Robin whispered to himself, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

He must figure out the role of this power as soon as possible, otherwise it will be used by the Round Table Council sooner or later.

In the most luxurious room of the manor, Viscount Wilk was sitting on an exquisitely carved armchair, holding a glass of red wine in his hand with a complicated expression.

His wife, Viscountess Wilke, sat on the sofa opposite him, her face gloomy, obviously extremely dissatisfied with the news she had just heard.

"You mean, that young man named Allen... is your illegitimate child?" There was a hint of suppressed anger in the Viscountess's voice, her fingers tightly grasping the hem of her skirt, her knuckles slightly white.

Viscount Wilk sighed and put down his glass, his tone filled with helplessness and guilt. "Yes, Melita. I never told you about this because I didn't want to make you sad. It was a drunken affair I had in the capital many years ago... I don't even remember what that woman looked like. Only recently did I learn that she had given birth to this child and had passed away."

The Viscountess's expression became even uglier. She looked at Viscount Wilk coldly, her tone tinged with sarcasm: "So, you're planning to take this illegitimate child home and make him a member of the Wilk family?"

(End of this chapter)