Being a knight is not easy

Chapter 98 Illegitimate Son

Viscount Wilk nodded, his tone firm: "Melita, I know this is hard for you to accept, but Alan is my blood, and I can't let him wander around.

Besides, you're well aware of my situation. I can't have any more children. If this continues, my territory will be taken away by people sent by my family sooner or later. When that happens, you won't have an easy time either. Are you willing to give up your research?"

The Viscountess was silent for a moment, then said coldly, "You'd better remember your promise. If this bastard dares to have any bad ideas about my research, I will not let him go."

Viscount Wilk nodded, a hint of fatigue in his tone: "I understand, Melita. I will handle this matter and will not affect your research in any way."

Meanwhile, Robin was sitting in his room, oblivious to what was happening in the manor.

If he had heard the conversation between Viscount Wilk and the Viscountess, he would have been shocked speechless.

He originally thought that the Round Table Council had used some magical means to make Viscount Wilk accept his identity, but he did not expect that Viscount Wilk actually believed that he was his illegitimate son.

"The Round Table's methods...are indeed brilliant." Robin muttered to himself, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes.

The Round Table Council not only changed his bloodline through blood transfer, but also tampered with Viscount Wilk's memory in some way, making him accept his identity without a doubt.

This method gave Robin a chill.

The power of the Round Table Council is far stronger than he imagined, and their purpose is far more complicated than he imagined.

"I must find out their true intentions as soon as possible, otherwise I will become their pawn sooner or later." Robin thought to himself, with a glint of determination in his eyes.

The next morning, Robin was taken to Viscount Wilk's study.

In the study, Viscount Wilk was sitting behind the desk, looking at him seriously.

"Alan, please sit down." Viscount Wilk pointed to the chair opposite him, his tone carrying a hint of majesty.

Robin nodded, sat down, and whispered, "Father."

Viscount Wilk's expression softened slightly upon hearing this address. He sighed, his tone complex, "Alan, I know you've had a hard time these past few years. As a father, I haven't fulfilled my responsibilities. This is my fault."

But from today on, you are a member of the Wilk family. I will give you a suitable identity and let you start a new life here."

Robin nodded, a hint of respect in his tone: "Thank you, father."

Viscount Wilk nodded, then took out a badge from the drawer and handed it to Robin: "This is the badge of the Wilk family. From today on, you are an official member of the Wilk family. I will arrange for you to join the family's knight order and give you the opportunity to prove your worth."

Robin took the badge and became more wary of the Round Table's methods.

"Father, I will try my best to live up to your expectations." Robin whispered with a hint of determination in his tone.

Viscount Wilk nodded, a hint of relief flashing in his eyes: "Very good, Alan. I believe you will not let me down."

After leaving the study, Robin clenched the badge in his hand, and a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.

He has officially entered the Round Table Council's plan, and every next step will be full of danger.

"Round Table Council...what on earth are you planning?" Robin whispered to himself, his heart full of vigilance.

After Robin left the study, he clenched the Wilk family emblem in his hand, with a lot of thoughts in his mind.

He was officially a member of the Wilk family, but that didn't mean he was safe.

On the contrary, he was being dragged into a more complicated power struggle. He recalled the conversation between Viscount Wilk and the Viscountess, and felt vaguely uneasy.

Viscount Wilk seemed to truly believe that he was his illegitimate son, and although the Viscountess was dissatisfied, she accepted this fact.

This method of memory tampering gave Robin a chill.

Over the next few days, Robin began to adjust to life with the Wilk family.

He was arranged to join the family's knight order and become an apprentice knight. The training of the knight order was very strict, but for Robin, these trainings were nothing.

After all, he has become a great knight, but in order to hide his identity, he must never reveal his strength.

While training according to the requirements of the Knights, he continued to practice the "Dragon Devouring Breathing Method" and the "Giant Rock Basic Meditation Method" in secret to improve his strength.

One evening, after finishing training, Robin came to the garden of the manor alone.

The garden is filled with all kinds of exotic flowers and plants, and the air is filled with a faint floral fragrance.

Robin sat on a bench, closed his eyes, and began to practice the "Dragon-Eating Breathing Technique".

At this moment, a slight sound of footsteps was heard. Robin quickly opened his eyes and found that the Viscountess was standing not far away, looking at him coldly.

"Alan, what are you doing here?" There was a hint of coldness in the Viscountess's voice.

Robin stood up and said respectfully, "Ma'am, I'm just taking a break here."

The Viscountess gave him a cold look, her tone carrying a hint of warning: "Remember your identity, Alan. Although you are a member of the Wilk family, I warn you, do not approach my laboratory within a hundred meters, otherwise you will bear the consequences."

Robin's heart trembled, knowing that the Viscountess was full of hostility towards him. He nodded, his tone a hint of respect in his voice, "I understand, ma'am. I will bear your reminder in mind and will not cause you any trouble."

The Viscountess said nothing more and turned to leave the garden. Robin looked at her back, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes.

"What exactly is the Viscountess's research?" Robin thought to himself, frowning slightly.

The Viscountess seemed to be engaged in some important research, which was of vital importance to her.

"Perhaps, this research is the goal of the Round Table..." Robin thought to himself, and a hint of understanding flashed in his eyes.

The nobles are indeed a group of people who will not do anything without profit.

A few days later, Robin overheard a conversation between several knights during the knights' training.

"Have you heard? The Viscountess seems to have made a major breakthrough in her research." A knight whispered.

"Really? What kind of research is that?" another knight asked curiously.

"I don't know either, but I heard it's related to magic. The Viscountess seems to have found a way to enhance her magic."

Robin was shocked when he heard this.

He was now certain that the Viscountess's research might be exactly what the Round Table was coveting.

"A method to enhance magic power... no wonder the Round Table Council attaches so much importance to it." Robin thought to himself, with a hint of coldness in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)