Being a knight is not easy

Chapter 278 Hero
The demon general stood beside Robin, his sinister aura filling the dimly lit room.

The ghost general said in a low voice, "Master, this is a very risky plan. Although the defenses of the Holy Mingsu Province are not as strong as those of the core areas of the Central Plains, they should not be underestimated. Moreover, once our actions are discovered, we may be surrounded."

Robin shook his head slightly, his eyes filled with determination: "Risk and opportunity coexist. We now need to take them by surprise and disrupt the plans in Middle-earth."

These serfs are a neglected force; if we can organize them, they will become a powerful weapon in our invasion of the Central Plains.

So, on a dark and windy night, Robin led his elite troops and quietly set off for the Province of Saint Mingsu.

To integrate into Middle-earth as quickly as possible, he also brought Wind Chime with him. With Wind Chime, the wizard, around, many things became easier.

Wind Chime rode on horseback, surrounded by a faint magical glow that blended into the night.

The Bauhinia Organization was once a merchant guild that spread throughout the kingdom, but after the uprising, it broke up into smaller groups and integrated into the general populace.

With the help of the wind chimes, they were able to obtain complete intelligence information.

Under the cover of the wind chimes' witchcraft and with the help of the ghost general's connections in the Central Plains, they quickly entered the territory of the Earl of Panpa in Deji County, Saint Mingsu Province.

Along the way, they avoided numerous patrols and checkpoints, making the journey smoother than they had imagined.

The Earldom of Pampa is an old noble family in the province of Saint Minsu. Its territory is about the same size as the former Viscountdom of Wilke, and it has one city, five towns, and sixty-five villages.

This vast territory appeared prosperous, with lights twinkling in the night sky from the city walls and the occasional bark of a dog echoing through the town. However, beneath this seemingly peaceful surface lay the tragic plight of the oppressed serfs.

Robin gazed upon this territory and secretly vowed to ignite the flames of rebellion here, bringing hope to these suffering people.

Robin led the group quietly into a grove of trees near the village, where they hid and observed their surroundings. The Ghost General whispered, "Master, the serfs here have been oppressed for a long time, but they are also very timid. If we want them to revolt, we need to find some respected people to lead the way."

Robin nodded: "You're right. Let's send someone to investigate and see who has influence among the serfs. Wind Chime, continue to maintain the witchcraft cover and don't let us be exposed."

The wind chimes responded, amplifying the power of the magic and better concealing their presence.

Robin's elites also began to disperse, quietly exploring in various directions to gather information about the territory.

The next day, they met at a shop warehouse in Blackrock Town. The warehouse was filled with the musty smell of old goods, and dim light shone through the small windows, casting patches of light on the floor.

Iron Jaw said with a gloomy expression, "The serfs here have completely lost their spirit; there isn't a single outstanding person among them."

His voice carried a hint of annoyance and disappointment. After searching all this time, he had hoped to find a few people who could serve as leaders of the uprising, but reality had greatly disappointed him.

He sat heavily on an old box, which made a dull creak.

The ghost general spread his hands, "That's right, they even take pride in being slaves to nobles."

The ghost general's expression was slightly helpless. His connections in the Central Plains gave him some understanding of the situation here, but after truly delving into it, he was still shocked by the numb servility of the serfs. He shook his head, his black cloak swaying gently with his movement.

Robin narrowed his eyes. "Since they don't have anyone who can become a hero, then we'll help them create one."

Robin's eyes revealed determination and wisdom.

In this situation, the only way to incite the serfs' rebellious spirit was through artificial means. He began pacing in the warehouse, pondering a plan to create a hero.

After a while, Robin stopped and slowly said, "We can first select a serf who seems clever and has potential. Then, we can secretly help him accomplish some seemingly impossible feats, making him a legendary figure in the eyes of the serfs. At the same time, we can spread some ideas about freedom and equality, rekindling the long-extinguished flame in their hearts."

Ironjaw's eyes lit up. "That's a good idea, but how do we choose this serf? And how do we ensure he'll follow our plan?"

Robin smiled. "Let Ghost General handle the selection of serfs; he knows the people here better. As for ensuring he follows the plan, we can reveal a little about our power to him, but without exposing our true purpose. Let him know that as long as he follows us, he can obtain what he wants, such as freedom, wealth, and status."

The ghost general nodded. "Yes, master, I'll take care of it right away." After saying that, he put on his cloak and quietly left the warehouse.

Robin watched the Ghost General's departing figure and said to Ironjaw, "Next, we must also be prepared. Once this hero appears, we must quickly and secretly give him a boost, so that the flames of rebellion can burn in this territory."

Ironjaw clenched his fist. "Yes, my lord." His voice was deep and firm, full of respect and obedience to Robin.

His eyes were filled with fighting spirit, as if he could already see the spectacular scene of the serfs' uprising.

It was a hope that ignited from the bottom of my heart, a strong desire to change my destiny.

After all, he was once a serf.

That dark experience was etched deep in his memory like a brand. Endless labor every day, being wantonly bullied by nobles, without dignity or hope, living like an ant.

No, apart from Ghost General and Wind Chime, the people who followed Robin this time were all serfs. If they hadn't followed Robin, they would have died somewhere.

Robin was like a ray of light shining into their dark world, giving them strength, dignity, and a goal to strive for.

Under Robin's leadership, they not only survived but also grew stronger, and now they have the opportunity to change the fate of many more people who have suffered like they once did.

Soon, the ghost general chose a target named William, a serf from Nisan village.

William looked thin, but his eyes revealed a cleverness.

His clothes were tattered and patched, covered with mud from working in the fields.

Despite the hardships of life, his back was not bent like that of other serfs, and he had a stubbornness that was unwilling to be controlled by fate.

(End of this chapter)