Being a knight is not easy

Chapter 244 Restraint
The gray eagle's feathers shimmered with a metallic sheen in the rain, and as it landed on Mad's shoulder, it turned into a handful of still-warm ashes.

Behind the old knight, ten figures draped in purple cloaks stood silently like statues.

Six white-haired old knights, their swords engraved with patterns that originated from the same source as the Ghost General's bone armor;

The four young men had flames of revenge burning in their eyes, their knuckles white from gripping their swords too tightly.

These loyal followers of the Ghost General have suffered all sorts of unfair treatment since the arrival of the new Baron Rhine. They have also been subjected to various excuses to strip them of their land grants. Now they can no longer tolerate it.

“The Cemetery.” Robin’s fingertips crushed the ashes, and the system’s light screen unfolded a three-dimensional map in the rain.

Horn's crimson glow separated from the other four legends and moved toward the banquet hall of a nearby nobleman. He suddenly sneered, "It seems our second-tier knights are quite particular about pomp and circumstance."

Ito's sword was fully drawn, and rainwater evaporated into mist on the blade.

The chief knight, who had been holding back for too long, was now surrounded by a visible crimson life force: "Three legends. Just the right amount of warm-up."

The ghost general's bone armor suddenly disintegrated and reformed. He pointed to three scattered points of light on the map: "The golden griffin belongs to the master. The remaining two..." The mask closed with a hissing sound like a venomous snake. "Please hand them over to us."

The rain curtain was suddenly torn open by a strong wind.

Robin's dragon-slaying spear traced a purplish-black path, and where the spear tip pointed, the legendary royal knight was drinking alone in a tower: "Meet in an hour." His figure blurred into a phantom in the rain, "Be careful, if you can't beat them, hold out until I get there."

When Robin's presence completely disappeared, the demon turned to Mad and the ten knights.

The old knights had already torn open their cloaks, revealing the new family crests embroidered on the inner linings, which the Ghost General had once created himself.

“Listen, old buddies.” The ghost general’s voice suddenly became unusually gentle, just like when they escorted that exiled boy away back then. “Today, either go to your mother’s grave with the head of your enemy,” Crimson liquid began to drip from between his fists, “or pour our blood on your mother’s tombstone.”

Rainwater condensed into blood droplets on Robin's dragon-slaying spear, then dripped down the tip.

He stood in the shadow of the tower, gazing at the man in golden robes who was drinking alone. The golden griffin emblem on the man's chest shone brightly in the candlelight, each feather embroidered with mithril thread, and the beak was inlaid with a ruby ​​symbolizing royal blood.

“Adrian St. Brot.” Robin’s tongue touched the name lightly, as if tasting some kind of poison.

The system's light screen automatically unfolded the information: [Third seat of the Golden Griffin Knights, who commanded the suppression of the "Bauhinia Mine Disaster," massacring over four thousand miners]. The Dragon-Slaying Spear seemed to sense its master's killing intent; the ancient runes on its body began to exude a purplish-black mist.

This is a new feature developed by Robin, which allows the system to help process intelligence more efficiently.

Inside the tower, the royal legend is cutting a steak with a diamond-encrusted dagger.

The sound of the blade slicing through the plate was exactly the same as the sound of him beheading a miner years ago.

Robin's pupils suddenly contracted as he recognized the hair wrapped around the hilt of the dagger—a trophy woven from a woman's hair.

“You’re unlucky to have met me.” Robin’s figure twisted in the rain, reappearing across the table. His dragon-slaying spear lightly touched the golden griffin badge. “You know what? In Wilke territory, we have a rule.” The spear tip suddenly pierced the ruby, and cracks instantly spread across the entire badge. “A knife for steak cannot be a dagger.”

Adrian's pupils contracted sharply. He recognized the gun; it was the Dragon-Slaying Spear that had subdued their royal family.

Just as the royal alarm crystal was about to slip from his sleeve, it was pulverized by a bolt of purplish-black lightning.

“Don’t rush to call for help.” Robin’s left hand pressed on the other’s shoulder, and the electric current generated by the Thunder Fury breathing technique instantly paralyzed the legendary knight’s vocal cords. “We have plenty of time.” He grabbed Adrian’s hair and slammed him against the window frame. The sound of shattering glass blended perfectly with the thunder in the rainy night. “…Slowly recall the screams from those mines.”

Adrian's limbs were twisted at bizarre angles, and this legendary, peak-level royal knight lay paralyzed in a pool of blood like a rag doll.

Robin's dragon-slaying spear tip was poking his chin, and the purplish-black mist swirling around the spear was continuously extracting fragments of his memories.

On the system's light screen, these scattered pieces of information were quickly reorganized and categorized, gradually piecing together a complete conspiracy picture.

"By order of the Emperor, Crawford is to be rewarded." Robin's fingertips traced the red keywords on the screen, a cold smile appearing on his lips. He suddenly crushed Adrian's throat, the royal knight's final scream choked back by the electric current of Thunderous Fury. "So that old dog Horn had already made a deal with the royal family."

When Robin arrived at the side hall, a strong smell of blood hit him.

Ito leaned against the wall, his breastplate completely dented, but his face wore a hunter's satisfied smile.

At his feet lay a legendary knight clad in silver griffin armor, his limbs severed, his remaining eye staring in terror at the approaching Robin.

“Young Master.” Ito coughed up a mouthful of blood, but his smile grew even brighter. “I’ve saved it for you.” He tapped the crack in the enemy’s breastplate with the hilt of his sword. “It would be a waste if he died.”

A system notification popped up: [Legendary Power Fruit x1 available for harvest]

Instead of immediately taking action, he knelt down to examine Ito's injuries. The wounds looked horrifying, but they had perfectly avoided all vital points, clearly the result of deliberate control.

“Well done.” Robin’s dragon-slaying spear suddenly pierced the Silver Griffin Knight’s heart, the runes on the spear thirstily sucking up the last bit of life force. “But next time,” he glanced at Ito’s still bleeding shoulder wound, “remember to save some strength for bandaging.”

The numbers on the screen began to jump: [Legendary Fruit Inventory: 12 → 13]

Suddenly, a loud crashing sound of buildings collapsing came from the distance, in the direction where the Ghost General was located.

The fragments of the ghost general's bone armor were scattered on the ground like withered flower petals, each one trembling violently.

That's a sign of overdrawing the power of legend.

His opponent, the grey-robed legend from the capital, was teasing the cracks in the demon general's mask with the tip of his sword, like a cat playing with a mouse.

The opponent is from the Clem family, and their breathing technique is the most effective counter to the Rhine family's breathing technique.

"Is that all you've got?" The gray-robed knight's sword suddenly flashed with a blinding silver light, slamming the ghost general into the wall. "The bloodline of the Rhine family is indeed all trash!" Amidst the flying stone chips, he deliberately crushed a piece of bone armor engraved with an anchor pattern.

(End of this chapter)