Being a knight is not easy

Chapter 359 The Black-Robed Organization

Robin glanced back at the cave that had allowed them to escape the magical fluctuations but also attracted the attention of a mysterious force, his tone calm yet every word carrying immense weight:
"Alliance is mutual, but we only recognize trustworthy allies." This statement was chillingly realistic. "The news of the Mana Fruit may have leaked; we need faster, stronger power. Alina, remain on high alert. As for Lady Aishar—"

His gaze shifted to the wind chimes, a cold flame burning in his deep eyes—an absolute thirst for power and a preemptive plan for future threats.

"—Whether it's her or not, improving our strength is the top priority. The next time we meet, it might be time for her to reassess our worth."

Feng Ling felt a sudden sense of relief!
Robin's attitude couldn't be clearer: she wouldn't break off relations, but she would never naively bind herself as an ally!

Enhance our strength and seize the initiative!
If, upon their next meeting, Fengling appears with strength far exceeding Lady Aisha's expectations, then whether it serves as a warning or a deterrent, she will have the power to control the situation.

The power lies within the "Magic Fruit"!
The phrase "strive to surpass Mrs. Aishar as soon as possible" is no longer an impulsive goal, but a practical survival strategy and bargaining chip!

"I understand!" Wind Chime's voice was filled with unprecedented determination and conviction. She felt the surging power within her, looked into the unknown dangers deeper in the forest, and her eyes were filled with soaring fighting spirit. "Let's go! Let's find the next magic fruit!"

Robin's lips curled into a cold smile, and his figure disappeared into the dense forest like a cheetah.

A mysterious organization calling itself the Black Robe Men suddenly attacked Baron Carbon's castle.

That night, screams pierced the night sky from within the castle. By the time the first light of dawn broke, the castle was littered with corpses, and the nobles who were once high and mighty had been slaughtered.

The news spread like wildfire throughout the kingdom, causing a great sensation wherever it went.

Such a heinous and bloody event has not occurred in this kingdom for a long time.

According to various intelligence reports, the black-robed men who launched the attack were all civilians.

Their furious revenge stemmed from Baron Carbon's unforgivable crimes—the ruthless slaughter of civilians and serfs.

That was a dark period in history, with Baron Carbone's atrocities casting a shadow over the lives of countless ordinary people. This time, the man in black robes was clearly there to avenge his blood debt with a heart full of hatred.

Emperor Rebaton sat in his magnificent palace. Upon hearing the news, he smashed the exquisite wine glass in his hand on the ground.

The crisp sound of breaking echoed in the silent palace, just like his angry and agitated state of mind.

Externally, his army suffered repeated defeats in wars, and the once glorious kingdom's territory was being gradually eroded.
Internally, this thorny problem has now emerged, like a crumbling building suffering another heavy blow, making him feel an unprecedented sense of crisis.

"What exactly is going on? When did this organization of men in black robes appear? Why haven't I received any related information?"

Rebaton was furious, his eyes burning with rage. He glared fiercely at the ministers in the palace, his gaze as if he wanted to devour them alive, truly wishing he could tear these incompetent men to shreds.

Seeing this, Chandler, the Grand Speaker of the Wizarding Council, could only grit his teeth and step forward. His body trembled slightly as he forced himself to remain calm and said, "Your Majesty! Recently, in the various provinces of Middle-earth, an organization considered evil has been secretly spreading an evil belief." "What belief?" Rebaton frowned, his voice low and authoritative. His gaze was fixed on Chandler, as if trying to dig out all the truth from him.

“Everyone is equal. They claimed that nobles and serfs are all human beings. Nobles should not be superior to serfs, and commoners should also enjoy their due rights…” Chandler’s voice trailed off, as if these words were taboo.

Upon hearing this, the entire hall fell into a deathly silence.

This is utterly outrageous! In this rigidly hierarchical kingdom, serfs are born to serve the nobility; how could they possibly dream of rising above their station?
If the serfs were to truly be liberated, how would the nobles conduct themselves?
After all, all the wealth and luxury that nobles can enjoy today are obtained by exploiting serfs and commoners.

The emergence of this idea is like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, about to unleash a storm.

Upon hearing about the Black Robe Organization, the ministers were immediately in an uproar and eagerly jumped out to speak.

"Your Majesty, this black-robed organization is utterly heinous, and its despicable acts are outrageous. It must be eradicated immediately. We must not allow it to grow and expand, otherwise it will bring immeasurable disaster to the kingdom!" a minister said indignantly, his face full of anger and anxiety.

“That’s right, Your Majesty! Their brutal slaughter of nobles is a blatant provocation against the authority of the monarchy. If they are not severely punished, how can we appease the nobles and maintain the order of the kingdom!” Another minister hurriedly echoed, waving his arms as if he wanted to tear the black-robed men to pieces immediately.

"Your Majesty, this black-robed organization must be harboring some ulterior motive. We must send powerful experts to eradicate them completely as soon as possible to prevent future troubles!" another minister shouted, his voice echoing in the hall.

Rebaton slammed his scepter on the ground, surveying the crowd with an air of authority. "Which of you gentlemen is capable of taking charge of this matter?"

The ministers who were just moments ago passionately criticizing the Black Robe organization.

At this moment, they were all silent, heads bowed, not daring to meet the emperor's gaze, and not a single minister dared to step forward to take on this heavy responsibility.

An awkward silence instantly fell over the hall, and the atmosphere became unusually heavy.

"A bunch of useless trash!" Rebaton could no longer contain himself and burst out cursing, "What use are you to me?"

At this moment, the ministers in the hall were all silent, their heads bowed, not daring to meet Emperor Rebaton's angry gaze.

The ministers who had previously jumped out to criticize the Black Robe Organization now wished they could disappear into the ground.

They looked at each other, their hearts filled with fear and unease.

Some ministers had beads of sweat on their foreheads, and some ministers' hands trembled slightly, but not one of them dared to stand up and answer the emperor's question.

The entire hall fell into a deathly silence, as if even the air itself had frozen.

(End of this chapter)