Being a knight is not easy

Chapter 99 Inspection

Robin's life in the Wilk family gradually got back on track, but he never relaxed his vigilance.

The Round Table's plan is far from over, and I am just a pawn on their chessboard.

When he tried to secretly investigate the Viscountess's research, a sudden piece of news broke his brief peace.

One morning, the guards of the manor hurried over and reported to Viscount Wilk: "Your Excellency, the Wizard Council has arrived. They are requesting a search of the territory, claiming they are hunting for a fugitive."

Viscount Wilk's expression instantly grew serious. He frowned and asked in a low voice, "The Wizarding Council? What right do they have to search my territory?"

The guard shook his head, a hint of nervousness in his tone: "They said this is an order from the kingdom, and every territory must cooperate with the search."

Viscount Wilk was silent for a moment, then nodded. "Let them in, but tell them that the search must be conducted under my supervision."

Robin stood aside, and his heart suddenly tightened when he heard the news.

The Wizard Council was most likely targeting him. Although his identity had been altered by the Round Table Council through blood transfer, he still didn't dare to take it lightly.

"Alan, go back to your room first and don't come out." Viscount Wilk whispered to Robin with a hint of concern in his tone.

Robin nodded and quickly left the hall. He returned to his room and closed the door, but his heart was still restless.

"Why would people from the Wizarding Council suddenly come to search? Did they discover something?" Robin whispered to himself, a hint of anxiety flashing in his eyes.

He had to prepare for the worst.

If the people in the Wizarding Council discovered his true identity, he must flee here immediately.

At the same time, the members of the Wizard Council had entered the manor. They were wearing silver-white robes, holding wands in their hands, and had stern expressions.

The leader was a middle-aged man with sharp eyes, as if he could see through everything.

"Viscount Wilk, we are here to search for the fugitive on the orders of the Wizard Council." The middle-aged man said coldly, with a hint of unquestionable majesty in his tone.

Viscount Wilk nodded, a hint of displeasure in his tone: "I understand your responsibilities, but please remember that this is the territory of the Wilk family. You can search, but it must be conducted under my supervision."

The middle-aged man nodded, then waved his hand, signaling his men to begin searching.

The people from the Wizard Council quickly dispersed and began to conduct a detailed search in the manor.

They used magic detectors to try to find any suspicious magical fluctuations.

Robin hid in the room and felt a powerful magical wave coming from outside.

People from the Wizard Council are using magic detectors to try to find his whereabouts.

"The effect of blood transfer...can it deceive their detection?" Robin thought to himself, a trace of cold sweat on his forehead.

At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door. Robin's heart tightened and he quickly gripped the sword in his hand.

"Master Allen, someone from the Wizard Council wants to see you." The butler's voice came from outside the door.

Robin took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. He knew that he couldn't show any abnormality, otherwise it would arouse suspicion.

"I know, I'll be right out." Robin whispered, then straightened his clothes and opened the door.

The butler stood outside the door, looking a little nervous: "Master Allen, the Wizard Council wants to check your bloodline."

Robin nodded, secretly relieved.

Since they had to conduct a special inspection, it meant they were uncertain and they were not completely sure about Robin's identity.

He followed the butler into the hall, where a middle-aged man from the Wizard Council was standing, looking at him coldly.

"Are you Alan Wilk Walter?" the middle-aged man asked in a low voice, with a hint of doubt in his tone. Robin nodded and said calmly: "Yes, I am Alan."

The middle-aged man didn't say much. He took out a crystal ball from his arms and recited a spell in a low voice.

A ray of light emerged from the crystal ball and then enveloped Robin.

Robin felt a cold energy coming from the crystal ball, as if exploring his blood.

He held his breath and secretly prayed that the effect of the blood transfer could be concealed from the inspection of the Wizarding Council.

After a moment, the middle-aged man took back the crystal ball and nodded: "There is no problem with the bloodline. It is indeed the direct bloodline of Viscount Wilke."

Viscount Wilk heaved a sigh of relief upon hearing this, and said with a hint of dissatisfaction: "Can you leave now?"

The middle-aged man nodded, then waved his hand, signaling his men to stop searching.

"Excuse me, Viscount Wilk." The middle-aged man said coldly, and then left the manor with his men.

Robin stood at the window of the manor, watching the people from the Wizard Council leave, but he didn't feel relieved at all.

Although the search ended safely, he knew that the Wizarding Council would never give up hunting him down easily.

The Soul-Devouring Crystal is still hidden in his system space, like a time bomb that may detonate his identity at any time.

"The Soul-Eating Crystal...must be dealt with as soon as possible." Robin muttered to himself, frowning.

The Soul-Eating Crystal is the focus of competition between the Wizard Council and the Dark Wizard Pact. As long as it remains in their hands, danger will never be far away.

Dealing with the Soul Devouring Crystal is not an easy task.

Its power is too great, and ordinary methods of destruction are simply ineffective.

More importantly, Robin suspected that the Round Table Council was also secretly monitoring him, and if he tried to deal with the Soul-Eating Crystal, his true intentions might be exposed.

"The Round Table Council...what exactly is their purpose?" Robin thought to himself, with a hint of coldness in his eyes.

The Round Table Council placed him in the Wilk family through blood transfer, not just to protect him.

Their plan is obviously more complicated, and the Soul-Eating Crystal and the Viscountess's research are likely to be the key.

That night, Robin quietly left his room and used the "Snake Breathing Technique" to increase his sensitivity and stealth ability, avoiding the guards and servants in the manor.

He came to the basement of the manor, where the Viscountess conducted her research.

The entrance to the basement was blocked by a heavy iron door with intricate magical runes engraved on it.

If a forced breakout would raise the alarm, he would have to find another way in.

He took out a small magic item from the system space, which he had obtained from the Round Table Council when he was in the royal capital.

The item can temporarily disrupt the effect of the magic rune, buying him a few seconds.

Robin pressed the prop against the iron door and whispered a spell.

The light of the magic rune flickered slightly, then dimmed.

Robin quickly pushed open the iron door and slipped into the basement.

The basement was dimly lit and the air was filled with a faint scent of herbs.

Robin carefully walked through the corridor and came to a spacious laboratory.

(End of this chapter)