Being a knight is not easy

Chapter 261 Mission
“From this day forward—” Robin’s voice was not loud, but it reached everyone’s ears clearly, “The walls of Wilke’s territory will never fall.”

As the first tender sprout of spring wheat emerged from the scorched earth, the cross-shaped anchor flag atop the city wall fluttered in the wind.

Those days and nights once shrouded in fear have ultimately transformed into the soft touch that the people feel when they stroke the new wheat seedlings.

On the training ground, where the smoke of battle had not yet dissipated, the stench of blood mixed with the smell of rust churned in the morning mist.

Robin stood atop a small mountain of barbarian battle banners, the water droplets spurting from the tip of his dragon-slaying spear a mixture of blood and dew, it was hard to tell.

When he tossed four golden fruits into the air, the onlookers held their breath.

The floating fruits were covered with cloud-like patterns, a unique characteristic of legendary power fruits.

"Andysu! Will!" Robin's voice, imbued with dragon's might, reverberated, making the bronze tiles of the training ground vibrate.

Andy Sue tore open her blood-stained chainmail, revealing a hideous knife scar on her chest;
Will, Robin's direct follower, gripped his still-dripping longsword tightly.

The two leaped up almost simultaneously, their afterimages creating ripples on the fruit's surface. When they landed steadily, faint flames of life force rose from their bodies.

When the veteran knight Hawke knelt on one knee, fragments of barbarian bone were still embedded in the gaps of his armor.

The veteran who had guarded the territory for twenty years caught the fruit with trembling hands, and his cloudy pupils suddenly burst forth with a youthful fervor.

"My old bones can still fight for the cross anchor!" With his roar, silver life force surged along the blade, shattering the weapon rack beside him.

The last fruit flew towards the edge of the crowd.

With his snow-white hair, Durandal removed his tattered helmet, revealing an old scar on his forehead that ran down to his brow bone.

That was a mark left from twenty years ago when we defended against the barbarians raiding our fields.

The moment the fruit merged into his brow, the newly recruited old knight roared to the sky, his life force transforming into blue light that spread throughout his body, instantly pulverizing the falling leaves above him.

It wasn't that he was unwilling to give more; the meridians capable of withstanding legendary power needed a more advanced breathing technique to accelerate the refining of the power fruit.

The reason Will and Andysu were able to refine so quickly was because the trials of the life-or-death battle honed their skills, which unconsciously accelerated their refining speed.

The drill ground suddenly fell silent.

The four newly crowned legendary knights simultaneously raised their weapons: Andisu's flail crackled with lightning, Will's longsword solidified into ice shards, Hawk's battle axe whipped up a gale, and Durandal's rapier was wreathed in purple lightning.

When the four life energies of different attributes collided violently, the shockwaves that exploded in the sky caused the anchor flags of the distant fortress to flutter loudly.

Viscount Wilke stood atop the high slope of his territory, a gentle breeze ruffling his robes.

His gaze swept across the land, his eyes filled with barely suppressed joy and admiration.

The four legendary knights created by those four legendary power fruits greatly enhanced the strength of the entire territory.

He saw the legendary knights on the training ground, their powerful aura spreading outwards like surging waves.

Looking back on the difficult days when the territory was small and weak, Robin's efforts have led to its continued growth and expansion.

Every step of the way has been fraught with hardship and challenges, but now, all the efforts have paid off. Viscount Wilke's lips curled into a slight smile, and his eyes held a renewed determination.

This territory he loved was striding towards greater prosperity, and he could almost see the glorious future of the territory slowly unfolding before his eyes.

That comforting warmth flowed like a gentle stream, nourishing his heart, and he couldn't help but murmur to himself, "How wonderful, this land has finally become strong again."

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Five days later, Marquis Sonata led the Western Border noble delegation to Viscount Wilke's territory.

As their carriages approached the outskirts of Pioneer Town, everyone's eyes widened involuntarily, their faces filled with shock.

The town gate of Pioneer is tall and majestic, and flags flutter on the city walls, shimmering with a unique brilliance under the sunlight.

People entering and leaving the city gates were neatly dressed, their faces beaming with contentment. Children played and laughed on the streets, their clear laughter echoing in the air like the most beautiful music.

The buildings lining both sides of the street are arranged in a staggered and unique style.

Brand new shops lined up one after another, their signs bright and eye-catching, and the dazzling array of goods inside was overwhelming.

The air was filled with the cheerful laughter and aroma of wine emanating from the tavern, while the rhythmic clanging of metal in the blacksmith's shop sounded like a vibrant anthem of the town.

In the town center square, a beautiful fountain attracts everyone's attention.

The spring water is crystal clear, reflecting a rainbow of colors under the sunlight. The surrounding flowerbeds are full of blooming flowers, and butterflies flutter among them.

Marquis Sonata never imagined that such a small pioneer town could be so prosperous.

The members of the delegation behind him whispered among themselves, their eyes filled with disbelief. This territory of Alfonso, which had been destroyed by barbarians, actually had such an amazing town.

The clock tower soared into the clouds, reaching straight to the sky, as if trying to converse with the heavens.

The walls of the clock tower are made of huge and regular stones, each stone exuding an ancient and steady aura. The gaps between the stones are so tight that they are like a perfectly fitted jigsaw puzzle, as if time cannot separate them.

It is actually constructed of concrete and blue bricks.

At the top of the clock tower, a huge bronze bell gleams golden in the sunlight.

The exquisite carvings on the clock tower are truly astonishing.

Surrounding the clock tower are lifelike bas-reliefs depicting scenes of craftsmen at work, their muscular lines seemingly full of vitality under the sculptor's hand.

There are scenes of knights fighting bravely, with galloping horses and knights raising their lances high, their valiant momentum seemingly about to break through the constraints of the stone.
There are also depictions of people living in peace and contentment, laughing, dancing, and celebrating the harvest. The expressions of each character are detailed, as if you can hear their joyful laughter.

The nobleman could hardly imagine that a small town in a viscountry could have such magnificent and exquisite architecture; it was beyond all his imagination of the construction of this class's territory.

"This is our Pioneer Town's landmark building, the Pioneer Clock!" Will, who was leading the way, proudly introduced, his face beaming with pride.

Marquis Sonata shifted his gaze from the clock to the five-story building where commoners were going in and out not far away. He frowned slightly, filled with doubt, and finally asked tentatively, "Are those houses for commoners?"

(End of this chapter)