Being a knight is not easy

Chapter 366 Better to Kill the Wrong Person

"Master's wife!" William ignored Chamberlain behind him and rushed to Robin and Wind Chime like a cannonball! His voice was trembling with excitement as he uttered a natural and loud greeting to Wind Chime, who was smiling sweetly beside Robin.

Fengling smiled so much that her eyes curved into crescent moons, clearly very pleased with being called "Teacher's Wife".

However, the word "teacher's wife" struck a nerve like a needle on the woman on the other side of Robin.

Alina's already slightly pouting lips turned down even more noticeably. She crossed her arms, gave a cold snort, and made no attempt to hide her dissatisfaction and jealousy.

Robin almost immediately noticed the tiny spark that was spreading around him. He glanced helplessly at the sulking Alina, then at the smiling Fengling beside him, and finally at the young disciple who was so excited that he wanted to stand at attention immediately. He couldn't help but shake his head with a smile.

This guy knows how to "ignite" things precisely.

He raised his hand, his warm, broad palm landing on William's short, stiff hair, which was soaked by the rain. His tone was calm but carried an undeniable air of "family mediation": "William, this is Alina," he said, turning his head to gesture to the sulking Alina beside him, "you can call her Master's wife too."

These words were spoken to William, and were more like a gentle ruling, soothing the girl's jealous heart.

"Huh?" William was taken aback, his eyes widened, and he instantly understood! His mind raced, and he bowed deeply to Alina, his voice loud and sincere, even carrying a hint of the timidity and obedience of a newcomer meeting an elder: "Hello, Madam! I am William Bucket! A disciple of Professor Roland!" He even gave his full name, his tone as solemn as if he were swearing allegiance.

William Bucket...

puff!puff!puff!

Fengling was the first to break down in laughter. Seeing William's tense and serious expression, coupled with his down-to-earth surname, she covered her mouth and burst out laughing.

Even Robin couldn't help but smile slightly.

He knew that William came from an ordinary farming family, and that his surname being related to buckets might be some kind of local tradition, such as being good at making buckets. But the way William called it out so seriously was quite endearing.

Alina's tense little face was instantly overwhelmed by the sincere yet somewhat naive and comical self-introduction and the resounding "Teacher's Wife".

Her stern expression vanished like a punctured balloon, replaced by a flustered and helpless look. A blush instantly spread across her fair cheeks. She frantically tried to wave her hands and say something, but didn't know what to say. Her eyes darted around, avoiding William's respectfully bowing posture. Finally, she managed only a stammering, barely audible whisper: "Okay...okay..."

An invisible battleground was transformed into a heartwarming and hilarious scene by the straightforward and adorable young knight William.

"Hahahaha!" A hearty, cheerful laugh suddenly came from behind.

Chamberlain strode forward, the immense surprise and the recent little incident instantly dispelling the heavy pressure he had been under these past few days! He stretched out his large, fan-like hand and slapped William's still somewhat thin back hard, making the latter stumble: "Good lad! You've been taught enough! You know how to contribute to your teacher's home!"

He immediately turned to Robin, his eyes filled with long-standing worry, which was completely replaced by reverence and excitement: "My lord! You..." His voice was choked with barely perceptible emotion. He took a deep breath to steady himself and carefully sensed Robin's body, which was as calm as a mountain and as imposing as a deep pool. The palpitation he had just felt was too strong, and there were still traces of the breakthrough fluctuations on Robin's body.

He then suddenly straightened his back, clenched his right fist, and forcefully pounded his left chest, near his heart!

That was the knight's most solemn respect!
"You've taken that step!" Chamberlain's voice boomed like a bell, filled with heartfelt pride and awe! He finally understood what Robin had been doing all this time!

Robin looked at Chamberlain, whose eyes were slightly red with emotion, and patted the loyal knight on the shoulder, everything understood without words.

"Not even close!"

Chamberlain's ecstasy froze for a moment, a fleeting, indescribable disappointment flashing across his eyes, but this disappointment was quickly replaced by an even more fervent reverence and awe!

Peak of the second tier! A top-tier expert in the kingdom!
Although it wasn't the "Third Order Knight" he subconsciously longed for, it was still an existence standing at the top of the mountains!

It's enough to look down on the vast majority of those who look up to it!
This kind of power enhancement is itself an inhuman miracle, the result of countless life-and-death trials!

“My lord! You…” Chamberlain took a deep breath, calming his racing blood, “Let’s go inside the tent and talk!” He quickly stepped aside to lead the way, his tone even more respectful and eager, “William! Go to the kitchen and fetch the hottest food! Plenty of meat!”

These words were shouted at William, who was still immersed in the joy of seeing his teacher, and the tone left no room for argument.

Before William's loud "Yes!" had even finished, he had already shot off like an arrow, braving the cold rain towards the flickering firelight of the kitchen.

The heavy tent curtains fell, shutting out the pattering rain and the faint noise from the camp.

The tent was not large, with a few bright oil lamps lit, and the air was filled with the scents of leather, steel, and a faint insect repellent.

But in this brief moment of warmth, the atmosphere suddenly plummeted to freezing point because of Robin's next words!
“Chamberlain,” Robin’s voice was deep and steady, “time is of the essence, I can’t proceed step by step.” His deep gaze was like a blade dipped in ice water, piercing straight into Chamberlain’s eyes, “I need to speed things up. This time—better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free.”

"Hiss—" Chamberlain gasped, his heart clenching as if gripped by an invisible hand! His pupils contracted sharply to the size of pinpoints!

I would rather kill the wrong person than let him go!
Each of these six words is tinged with a heavy sense of bloodshed and the cold, metallic taste of steel!

There were no unnecessary embellishments, no false reassurances.

Robin's eyes clearly told him: He wanted the list! The list that needed to be cleaned up!

He was going to carry out a thorough and brutal purge of the aristocratic class in the Middle Kingdom!

The goal is singular—to eliminate all potential threats that could be marked as “targets” and implicate them, using the fastest and most violent means, before the gatekeeper’s destructive power, which is like divine punishment, descends!
Or, to put it more coldly, eliminate those "enemies" who are destined to die under the gatekeeper's ultimate harvest, and who will instead become their stumbling blocks and coordinates!
Chamberlain stood ramrod straight, but fine beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

He had followed Robin for many years and knew his ruthless and decisive nature, but such a ruthless order of "indiscriminate and indiscriminate" still made the part of his soul that belonged to the sense of chivalry cry out in silence.

(End of this chapter)