Being a knight is not easy

Chapter 282 Summon

Now, Robin is giving the families of the fallen slave soldiers a wolf. The wolf's meat, hide, and bones can all be used, enough to make a family live a relatively comfortable life.

The slave soldiers looked at Robin with eyes full of gratitude.

They knew that in Robin's eyes, their lives had value, which was completely different from what they had experienced before.

One of the slave soldiers said excitedly, "Lord Robin, you are truly the most merciful person we have ever met. May God bless you."

Robin felt conflicted upon hearing this. He knew that he was doing this partly to appease the slave soldiers, and partly out of his deep respect for life.

He looked at the slave soldiers and said earnestly, "Your comrades died protecting the village; they deserve better treatment."

The news quickly spread throughout the village, and not only the slave soldiers but also the other serfs held Robin in high esteem.

Upon hearing this news, William felt even more curious and admiring of Robin.

He began to wonder if he could also receive the same respect if he were to become one of Robin's men.
This idea took root in his mind and gradually changed his view of the future.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the village, Sheriff Willie also heard about Robin's actions.

He frowned, somewhat disdainful, feeling that Robin was being a bit too generous.

In his view, the lives of the slave soldiers did not deserve such lavish treatment, but he said nothing. After all, Robin was now working for the village, and his actions had won the villagers' favor, which was also beneficial to maintaining the stability of the village.

Because he needed to replenish his manpower, Robin delivered the wolf king's corpse to Sheriff Willizzi, hoping that he would allow him to freely conscript people from the village.

Robin, accompanied by several slave soldiers, carried the wolf king's corpse to the sheriff's residence.

The wolf king's corpse still emitted a faint smell of blood, and its fur shimmered in the sunlight; it was indeed a very precious trophy.

Looking at the wolf king's carcass, which was as big as a calf, Sheriff Willie grinned from ear to ear and naturally wouldn't refuse Robin's request.

His eyes were filled with greed and joy; he was already calculating in his mind how much wealth this wolf king's corpse could bring him.

After disposing of the body, it could be sold for at least ten gold coins, which would be a fortune for Sheriff Willizzi.

He circled the wolf king's corpse a few times, nodded in satisfaction, and then said to Robin, "Robin, you're such a sensible person. Of course, I agree to this request."

“This wolf attack has made me realize how weak the village’s defenses are, so I hope you can have twenty slave soldiers under your command,” Sheriff Willich said very seriously.

He thought that since Robin could train these slave soldiers so well, giving him more slave soldiers would not only strengthen the village's defenses, but might also bring him more benefits.

He also had his own ulterior motives. He had seen the five surviving slave soldiers. Although they were all wounded, their physique and temperament were completely different. They could be considered elite among slave soldiers.

He hoped Robin could train more slave soldiers like this, so that his rule in the village would be more secure.

In case the lord summons him again, he will have a group of competent slave soldiers to serve him.

Willie knew that the lord's need for soldiers was inexhaustible, and each conscription was a test.

If he could hand over a group of elite slave soldiers, he would surely gain more favor with the lord, and might even get a promotion or other generous rewards.

These sheriffs, besides ensuring the development of their territory, were also responsible for training soldiers for their lords. In this rigidly hierarchical social system, the sheriffs acted as a bridge between the lords and the serfs, responsible for selecting suitable candidates from among the serfs to train as soldiers, and maintaining basic order within the territory.

Although Willich was a tyrant in the village, he was nothing more than a minor figure who carried out orders in front of the lord.

Robin understood Willich's thoughts; he knew that his current actions were exactly in Willich's best interest.

Robin was secretly delighted, but outwardly replied respectfully, "Thank you for your support, Sheriff. I will definitely train these slave soldiers well to protect the safety of the village."

After obtaining permission from the sheriff, Robin began recruiting slave soldiers in the village.

After the news spread, many serfs eagerly signed up. They had all heard about Robin's generosity towards his men, and the slave soldiers who followed Robin now looked much stronger and more spirited than they did.

Even some tenant farmers are considering whether to let their children try it, since becoming Robin's slave soldier in this village seems like a good opportunity to change their fate.

Upon hearing this news, William's heart stirred.

Looking at his own frail body, and then thinking of the strong slave soldiers around Robin, a strong longing welled up in his heart.

He wanted to sign up and become one of Robin's men, but he hesitated, unsure if he was qualified and capable.

Robin set up some simple tests, including tests of physical fitness, reaction speed, and willpower.

Many slave soldiers actively participated, hoping to be chosen by Robin and change their fate.

William watched from the side, growing increasingly anxious. He didn't want to miss this opportunity, so he mustered his courage and approached Robin.

“Lord Robin, I want to participate in the selection and become your slave soldier.” William’s voice trembled slightly, but his eyes were filled with determination.

Robin looked at William and smiled slightly, knowing that his plan was progressing step by step. "Alright, you can participate in the selection, as long as you can pass the test."

Robin's words filled William with hope.

The fifteen spots were quickly filled, and the selected slave soldiers were all overjoyed. They congratulated each other, as if they could already see their bright future.

William, however, encountered considerable difficulties during the selection process.

Although his physical abilities were considered good among serfs of his age, they were still somewhat inferior to those slave soldiers who had undergone Robin's initial training.

In reaction speed tests, he was always a step behind others, and in willpower tests, he almost gave up due to exhaustion.

However, Robin didn't reject him outright. She knew William was a key figure in the plan and needed an opportunity to grow.

Just when William was almost in despair, Wind Chime used illusion magic to cover his way through, allowing him to barely get through.

Wind Chime stood to the side, quietly waving her wand and releasing a faint magical light.

The light enveloped William, making him appear more relaxed and agile than he actually was during the final physical fitness test.

(End of this chapter)