Being a knight is not easy

Chapter 108 Harvest Festival

Robin sat on the bed in the room, looking at the data on the system panel, and sighed in his heart.

He was satisfied with the progress of Breath of Storm's training, but it also made him realize that the level of breathing technique had a decisive impact on the knight's potential limit.

"The upper limit of ordinary breathing techniques is too low. At most, they can only be cultivated to the Grand Knight realm. Breaking through to the Legendary Knight realm is almost impossible." Robin muttered to himself, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes. "It seems that when practicing other breathing techniques in the future, I must choose advanced breathing techniques as much as possible, or at least intermediate breathing techniques."

He recalled that most of the breathing techniques he had first acquired were snatched from the enemies.

In order to quickly improve his strength, he did not have many choices at the time and could only practice those ordinary breathing methods.

While these breathing techniques had helped him through the toughest times, it now seemed that their potential was indeed limited.

"However, now that I have Breath of Storm, the situation is completely different." Robin's eyes flashed with excitement. "The potential of advanced breathing techniques far exceeds that of ordinary breathing techniques. As long as I continue to practice, reaching higher realms in the future will not be a problem."

Three days later, the harvest festival in the western provinces arrived as scheduled.

The entire West is immersed in the festive atmosphere of the festival. The streets are decorated with lights and people are dressed in their best clothes with smiles on their faces.

The Harvest Festival is not only a celebration of the results of a year's hard work, but also an important occasion for western nobles to demonstrate their strength and build relationships.

In Viscount Wilk's manor, servants were busy preparing the carriage and luggage for the trip.

Robin stood in the hall, wearing a well-tailored aristocratic suit. The Wilk family emblem was embroidered on his black coat, making him look particularly handsome.

His eyes were calm, but there was a hint of anticipation in his heart.

This was his first time attending such a grand banquet as the heir of the Wilk family.

This is not only an opportunity to show oneself, but also a chance to understand the power structure of the western aristocracy.

"Alan, are you ready?" Viscount Wilk's voice came from behind, with a hint of excitement in his tone that was hard to conceal.

Robin turned around and saw Viscount Wilk and Viscountess Melita walking towards him.

Viscount Wilk was wearing a dark blue suit with an exquisite family emblem on his chest, looking particularly solemn.

Viscountess Melita wore a crimson long dress with golden patterns embroidered on the hem, looking noble and elegant.

"I'm ready, father." Robin smiled slightly, with a hint of respect in his tone.

Viscount Wilk nodded with satisfaction and patted Robin on the shoulder. "Very good, Alan. This Harvest Festival banquet is one of the largest gatherings of our western nobles, and nobles from all walks of life will be present. You must perform well and let everyone know that our Wilk family has successors."

Robin nodded, a hint of embarrassment in his eyes: "I will, father."

The more Viscount Wilk valued him, the more ashamed Robin felt.

Viscountess Melita stepped forward and gently adjusted Robin's collar, her tone soft and gentle: "Alan, this banquet is not only an occasion to demonstrate your strength, but also a good opportunity for the younger generation to form alliances. You must seize the opportunity and don't miss any chance."

Robin smiled slightly, with a hint of teasing in his tone: "Mother, are you worried about my marriage?"

Melita smiled, a sly look flashing in her eyes. "Of course, as the heir to the Wilk family, your marriage is related to the future of the family."

Viscount Wilk also laughed, with a hint of pride in his tone: "That's right, Alan. The younger generation will be present at this banquet, so you must perform well."

Robin nodded, but secretly pondered the various possibilities of the banquet. This banquet was not only a chance to show himself, but also a chance to understand the power structure of the western aristocracy.

The Wizarding Council, the Round Table Council, the Dark Wizards Pact... these forces are secretly eyeing the West, and he must take the initiative in this game.

The carriage slowly drove out of the manor and headed towards the city of Minerva.

Robin sat in the carriage, looking at the scenery outside through the window, but his heart was restless.

This banquet will be his first step into the western aristocratic circle, and he must seize this opportunity.

A few hours later, the carriage finally arrived at Minerva. The city gate was already crowded with carriages of nobles coming to attend the banquet, and the guards were busy directing traffic.

The Wilk family's carriage slowly drove into the city. People on both sides of the street stopped to watch, their eyes filled with awe and envy.

"Alan, remember, this banquet is not only an occasion to demonstrate strength, but also an opportunity to understand the forces of all parties." Viscount Wilk said in a low voice with a hint of solemnity in his tone.

Robin nodded, a cold look in his eyes: "I understand, father."

The carriage finally stopped at the central square of Minerva City. A huge banquet hall had already been built in the square, brightly lit, and the sounds of music and laughter emanated from inside.

Robin followed Viscount Wilk and Viscountess into the banquet hall and immediately felt the lively atmosphere.

In the banquet hall, the nobles from the major western families had already arrived. They gathered in groups of three or four, talking in low voices.

The younger generation of nobles stood aside, occasionally glancing at the other people in the field, as if looking for something.

"Viscount Wilk, you are finally here!" A middle-aged man in a gorgeous suit walked forward with a warm smile on his face.

Viscount Wilk smiled slightly, with a hint of pride in his tone: "Yes, this time I brought my son Alan with me."

The middle-aged man's gaze immediately fell on Robin, with a hint of surprise in his eyes: "Is this Alan? He is indeed a handsome man, worthy of being the heir of the Wilk family."

Robin smiled slightly and nodded politely: "Hello, I'm Alan Wilk Walter."

The middle-aged man laughed heartily and patted Robin on the shoulder: "Good, good! Young man, perform well. The future is yours."

Robin nodded, but was secretly alert in his heart.

Behind the enthusiasm of these nobles lie countless calculations and conspiracies.

The banquet officially began, and Viscount Wilk took Robin and the Viscountess to the center of the banquet hall.

Robin's eyes swept over everyone in the field, secretly noting their identities and relationships in his mind.

In the banquet hall, melodious music played, nobles toasted and chatted, and the atmosphere was warm.

Robin stood beside Viscount Wilk, his eyes sweeping over everyone in the field, secretly noting down their identities and relationships in his mind.

This banquet is not only an opportunity to show oneself, but also a chance to understand the power structure of the western aristocracy.

(End of this chapter)