Being a knight is not easy

Chapter 368 The end of the hand
A steel crossbow bolt, its tail still trembling slightly, pierced through the gap in the thick tent curtain with unparalleled precision, like a black venomous snake, and embedded itself in the handle of the knife in front of Robin!

It was only three inches away from the chicken breast he was holding!
The tip of the crossbow bolt was covered with a strange, viscous substance that glowed with a ghostly blue light under the lamp!
On the shaft of the arrow is a crooked, rough-lined symbol resembling a wild dog's head, seemingly dripping with pus and blood!
That was a mark that no ordinary bandit or assassin would dare to use!
Everyone's movements froze instantly!
The tent was deathly silent!

All that remained was the lingering "humming" sound of the crossbow bolt's tail vibrating!
William's face turned pale, and he almost dropped the soup bowl in his hand.

Chamberlain's hand suddenly pressed down on the hilt of his sword!

The dagger used to slice the meat stopped.

Alina's pupils contracted sharply, and the half-eaten bread in her hand fell to the ground.

The Ghost General was seated closest to the crossbow bolt, so he reacted the fastest. His body was already tense like a cheetah, and one hand silently slipped into the hidden pocket of his black robe.

Only Robin remained unmoved.

He looked at the dark blue crossbow bolt, engraved with a wild dog's head, embedded in the hilt of his knife, and slowly put down the warm chicken breast in his hand.

"Tail?" Robin's voice was low and calm, revealing no emotion. He raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the demon general's face, which had instantly become extremely solemn, his eyes as cold as iron.

The demon met Robin's gaze without flinching or offering any explanation, only a silent, palpable sense of impending, overwhelming killing intent lingering within him!
Robin said nothing more. His gaze swept past the crowd and landed on the thick, stormy night outside the tent. The spot where the crossbow bolts had originated was now deathly silent.

He stood up slowly.

“Chamberlain,” Robin’s voice was as cold as frozen iron, “Give me the list.”

In the tense moment when the silence of dinner was just broken by the crossbow bolt, Robin put down his food, his eyes showing no anger, only a calmness that seemed to sink to the bottom of an icy lake.

His figure was not imposing when he stood up, but the aura he exuded at that moment was like the prelude to the collapse of ten thousand years of ice, making everyone in the tent gasp for breath.

His gaze, like the most precise probe, pierced through the thick tarpaulin and the torrential rain, accurately locking onto the direction from which the crossbow bolts came—the old, abandoned watchtower behind a patch of low bushes in the northwest corner of the camp.

The place was deserted at the moment, with only the howling wind and rain.

“Ghost General.” Robin’s voice wasn’t loud, but it carried a sharp edge that could cut through steel wire. “Your men aren’t quick enough.”

This statement, though seemingly accusatory, is actually an ultimatum!

It's a clear task assignment!

It requires the ghost general to eradicate any "tail" that dares to provoke and any forces that represent it in the most thorough and brutal way!
This is a test of trust!

"Yes, sir!" The demon general's body was released like a taut bowstring! The aura that had been restrained by Robin's scrutiny suddenly erupted, even more concentrated and bloodthirsty than before!
He was like a black lightning bolt that suddenly exploded inside the tent. Without even lifting the heavy curtain, he vanished outside the door with an intense killing intent! Only the slightly trembling air behind the curtain and the sudden drop in temperature remained!
“William!” Chamberlain reacted immediately, without Robin needing to say anything more.

Robin's action of getting up to ask for the list was the clearest instruction!
He shoved a neatly folded parchment, its ink still fresh and carrying the scent of ink, into William's hand, his voice equally urgent and forceful: "In order of the list! Ride my horse! Issue the order immediately! All 'Hidden Guards' must move out at once! At all costs! And quickly!"

This list is the prelude to death that has just been written!
Before William could even respond to Chamberlain's order, Robin's gaze was already on him. That gaze, like a red-hot branding iron, firmly imprinted the command: "Find Ray! Tell him! Seal off the 'Bloodhoof Valley' area north of the border! All living beings! Only allowed in! No leaving! Any suspicious persons..."

Robin paused, his voice carrying the coldness of a ruthless judgment, "Kill without mercy!" He wanted to ensure that the gatekeeper's "harvest field" became a truly closed slaughterhouse!

Ray was the young man with the best cultivation talent in the border legion back then, but he was not as lively as William, and most of the time he silently carried out missions and cultivated.

William felt a jolt run through him, a burning sense of mission mixed with icy fear shooting straight to his head! He gripped the list and the secret token Robin had given him tightly, straightening his back: "Yes, Master!" He turned and plunged into the biting rain outside! His footsteps quickly disappeared into the muddy rain!
In an instant, only Robin, Wind Chime, Alina, and Chamberlain remained inside the tent.

The atmosphere was so heavy it was almost palpable.

"I want to go too!" Alina stood up abruptly, her eyes fixed intently on Robin, her voice fierce. She couldn't accept being excluded from this storm!
What's more, that unsettling guy, Ghost General, has already made his move!

Robin slowly shook his head, his gaze sweeping over Alina's flushed face, which was red with excitement and anger, before settling on the calm face of Wind Chime, who was still savoring a small piece of apple.

“Elina, you and Wind Chime stay here.” Robin’s tone left no room for argument, but his gaze towards Wind Chime carried a subtle hint of entrustment and seriousness. “Wind Chime,” he lowered his voice even further, “you will take over the matter of Chamberlain and Elina refining the Power Fruit!”

Fengling put down the apple core, slowly wiped her hands with a clean cloth, and smiled slightly at Robin, her smile carrying an icy calmness and understanding: "Don't worry."

Without lingering any longer, Robin stepped out of the warm tent and disappeared silently into the cold, stormy night.

There were no grand declarations, no soaring fighting spirit.

The moment this Order Knight, who had just broken through to the peak of the second tier, disappeared outside the door, the three remaining people in the tent couldn't help but feel a chill run down their spines!

He didn't exude an aura of destruction, but he seemed to have taken away something called "security," replacing it with a cold, suffocating feeling that a storm was brewing and the whole world would be reshuffled by blood and fire!

Thunder roared high in the sky, instantly turning the rainy night outside the tent a stark white.

Inside the tent, the oil lamp flame flickered violently, casting a wildly distorted silhouette on the wall.

The wind chime's fingers silently brushed over an inconspicuous box on the edge of the table.

The moment the wooden box was opened, an indescribable energy surged forth, like a dormant volcano suddenly awakening!
The box did not radiate dazzling light; instead, it faintly exuded a heavy aura, as restrained yet unfathomable as a black hole, carrying the most primal and savage power rules!
Two fruits of different shapes lay quietly on the velvet at the bottom of the box.

(End of this chapter)