Being a knight is not easy

Chapter 310 Reply

Although the mercenaries greatly admired Robin's skills, many hesitated upon hearing that they were to go to the Western Territory.

After all, the Western Frontier is at war with the Central Plains, and it would be dangerous if he were mistaken for a spy from the Western Frontier.

Just as Robin and Wind Chime were starting to feel a bit of a headache, the mercenary in the black cloak reappeared. He looked at Robin and smiled slightly: "Mr. Roland, it seems you're in some trouble. Perhaps our organization can help you."

Robin glanced at the other man with great surprise. He hadn't expected this black-robed mercenary to be so perceptive of his thoughts, which made him feel a strange sense of wariness.

"Do you know what trouble I'm in?" Robin's voice was cold, his gaze piercing the black-robed mercenary like a sharp sword.

The black-robed mercenary smiled and nodded. "You want to go to the Western Territory, and we also need a legitimate reason to enter it."

His smile carried a mysterious air, as if he were plotting something deeper.

Robin asked, "Who exactly are you people?" His hand unconsciously moved closer to the weapon at his waist, ready to retaliate at the slightest unusual move from the other party.

The black-robed mercenary pulled down his cloak, revealing the gatekeeper knight armor underneath.

The exquisite armor gleamed with the cold light characteristic of metal, and the emblem of the Gatekeeper Knights stood out prominently on it.

Robin and Wind Chime's pupils contracted slightly. In their minds, the Gatekeeper Knights had always been the ones they avoided, so it was completely unexpected that a Gatekeeper Knight was standing in front of them claiming not to be an enemy.

The black-robed mercenary quickly raised his hand to indicate, "We are not enemies!" He noticed Robin and Wind Chime's nervousness and hurriedly explained.

“We don’t want to be trapped here forever, we want to go to the mainland!” The black-robed mercenary’s eyes revealed a longing. “The Gatekeeper Knights may seem glamorous, but in reality they have strict rules and many restrictions.”

We ambitious people yearn to break free from these constraints and explore a wider world. The Western Frontier is our essential route to the mainland, and we need your help to obtain a legitimate reason for entry.

Robin frowned, carefully considering the black-robed mercenary's words.

He was filled with doubt. Although the other party seemed sincere, no one could guarantee that it wasn't a trap.

“Why do you think I would believe you? I’ve always been in a delicate state of antagonism with your Gatekeeper Knights,” Robin questioned.

The black-robed mercenary took a deep breath and said, "I know this is hard for you to believe, but we have no other choice."

We can provide you with a safe escort to get you back to anywhere in the West, and we can also provide you with some protection during your journey thereafter.

We just hope you can take us with you into the Western Territory, so that in the face of the powers there, we can appear to be on official business, and incidentally, give us some favors.

Wind Chime tugged at Robin's sleeve and whispered, "Robin, this could be an opportunity, but it's also fraught with danger. We need to think carefully."

Robin nodded, looking at the black-robed mercenary. "I need time to consider your proposal. Don't bother us again until I make a decision."

The black-robed mercenary nodded: "Alright, I hope you can make a decision as soon as possible. Time is of the essence, and the Central Plains Allied Forces are advancing faster than we expected."

After saying this, the black-robed mercenary put his cloak back on, turned around, and left.

As the man in black robes said, time was of the essence, and the Gatekeeper Knights were advancing at an unprecedented pace.

They were like a black torrent, leaving a tense atmosphere wherever they went.

Before Robin could make a decision, Wind Chime brought Lady Elsa's letter requesting his return to the Westerlands as soon as possible.

Lady Aishar's handwriting was slightly hasty on the letter, revealing her urgency in writing it. The letter described the current dire situation in the Westerlands: war raging, people displaced, and Wilke Territory becoming the focus of contention among various forces.

Despite his best efforts to resist, Viscount Wilke gradually found himself overwhelmed by the combined offensive of the Middle-earth coalition and the Gatekeeper Knights.

Ultimately, Robin agreed to the man in the black robes' conditions and learned that his name was Silva.

Robin knew it was a risky gamble, but for Wilke's territory and for those who depended on him, he had no choice.

“Silva, I hope you will keep your promise,” Robin said to Silva with a solemn expression.

Silva nodded: "Don't worry, Mr. Roland. We are partners, and I will naturally do my best."

So they began preparing to set off.

Robin and Wind Chime packed their bags quickly, taking only the necessary items with them.

Silva then went to gather his squad members to prepare to escort Robin and his companions back to the West.

Silva's team consists of five members, all of whom are battle-hardened and have unwavering determination in their eyes.

When they saw Robin, they did not show any hostility, but nodded slightly in greeting.

“Mr. Roland, we will protect your safety,” said one of the team members named Rex.

Robin looked at them, feeling a little more at ease: "Then I'll leave it to you all."

Clearly, they were unaware that Robin was an important figure in Wilke's territory, mistaking him for a noble young master who had fled to the Middle-earth from some Western lord.

Silva and his teammates only saw the surface of Robin's low-key life in Axley City and did not delve into his true identity.

They speculated that Robin came to Middle-earth because of a mishap in the Westerlands, and was forced to return to the Westerlands after being targeted by the gatekeepers.

After all, in their eyes, although the Westerlands are currently embroiled in war, for people like Robin with noble status, that is the place where they can truly exert influence. Even though it is full of dangers, it is still better than hiding in the Middle-earth.

Robin silently planned in his mind that he needed to use the help of Silva and others to successfully return to the West, and at the right time, he needed to reveal his true identity.

As long as it is confirmed that their goals are the same as one's own, it is not impossible to win them over.

They chose a relatively hidden route to the western border.

This route winds through dense forests and rugged valleys, rarely visited by humans.

Everyone remained highly vigilant, constantly watching their surroundings.

When Silva occasionally encountered members of the Gatekeeper Knights on patrol, he always managed to send them away.

Along the way, Silva briefed Robin on some of the team members' situations.

“This is Rek. He’s the best melee fighter in our team. He once single-handedly killed three legendary giant dire wolves in a battle against magical beasts,” Silva said, pointing to a burly, muscular team member.

Rick nodded to Robin, his eyes revealing a cold and resolute expression.

(End of this chapter)