Chapter 82: Robin Wanted to Watch the Drama
Robin had been obsessed with bloodline research recently.
Moreover, he lacked the ability to observe the outside world in real time, and his perceptible range was limited to thirty meters around the sword as the center.
So, when Ion had stored him away, Robin was essentially cut off from all contact with the outside world.
It wasn’t until this moment, when Yam grasped the hilt of the sword, and Robin once again read his memories through Yam’s perception, that he instantly understood what had happened outside.
“Didn’t expect it’s already been over two years in the blink of an eye.”
Robin murmured with a hint of emotion.
Ever since he lost the sense of time in this world inside the sword, he thought only a few days had passed. Yet, from the moment he obtained the hilt to now, over two years had gone by.
From those memories, Robin learned what had transpired over the past two years.
Ion hadn’t changed much.
But Yam had married a lord’s daughter and was about to have his first child.
Robin, naturally, had no comment on such normal behavior from the father and son duo.
However, Akar’s behavior was indeed difficult to comment on.
Not only had he become an adult, but he was also about to welcome his first child.
Though Robin wasn’t entirely clear on the specific operational logic of this world, based on his shallow understanding of medieval European customs, Akar’s child was destined to remain in the shadows.
It wasn’t because the child was Akar’s illegitimate offspring, but rather because the child’s mother was the wife of a marquis’s grandson. If that marquis’s grandson were to find out, the severity of the matter would be beyond imagination.
Moreover, even if the “Soderbell Family” were willing to acknowledge the child’s identity, by the standards of European aristocracy, that child might not be willing to acknowledge the bloodline of the “Soderbell” at all.
One was a minor Bloodline Knight family.
The other was a powerful marquis bloodline family.
Anyone with even a slightly functioning brain would know what choice to make.
Especially since all nobles were groups that prioritized interest. Blood relations weren’t necessarily stable, certainly not nonexistent, but from Robin’s understanding of European aristocratic standards from another planet, families that valued blood over interests were extremely rare.
In fact, Robin didn’t mind bestowing the drop of “Burton’s True Blood” to Akar’s child.
From a long-term interest perspective, it was actually beneficial to him, because when he retrieved the bloodline from Akar’s child in the future, he could obtain more analysis samples.
Besides, he really wanted to watch the drama unfold.
Killing someone’s fiancé, stealing that fiancé’s bloodline power, then using the stimulation of the suspension bridge effect to make the woman fall for him, and finally applying that fiancé’s bloodline power to his own child.
If he didn’t know that Akar wasn’t such a scheming person and all of it was mere coincidence, Robin would’ve thought Satan should tattoo Akar on his back for courage.
But Robin knew Ion would never agree to Akar’s request.
Perhaps Yam might hand over the true blood out of affection for his younger brother, but if Ion was the one in charge, Robin knew he would absolutely refuse.
From Yam’s memories, he saw that when Yam returned alone to White Mountain City and mentioned to Ion that Akar had sworn fealty to Anna, Ion’s expression turned quite grim.
It wasn’t that he feared Akar might expose Robin’s secret, but that he worried Akar’s lawless nature could bring about a major crisis for their Soderbell Family.
After all, with him and Yam around in the past, they could keep Akar’s recklessness in check.
But without the two of them around, Ion truly couldn’t imagine what his youngest child might do.
Robin was already starting to look forward to what would happen next.
...
Yam didn’t know what Robin was thinking.
But the moment he drew the sword, he suddenly noticed the sword trembling, in fact, this was Robin’s anticipation for the upcoming entertainment.
“So that’s how it is.” Yam looked at the quivering longsword, gently caressing the blade with a face of sudden realization. “You’re also eager to kill enemies? ...Don’t worry, this time, I’ll take you to the battlefield and let you drink the enemy’s blood to your heart’s content!”
Robin actually wanted to ask Yam, “Are you serious right now?” But since he couldn’t speak, he could only protest by trembling the sword.
“No rush, no rush!”
Yam continued to soothe the “excited Demonic Sword” in his own way, his tone gentle. “You’ll be satisfied for sure.”
Watching the now calm Demonic Sword, in reality, Robin had just given up reasoning with a fool, Yam quickly showed a ferocious grin.
He retied the cloth strips.
Because there was no cross-guard yet, the entire longsword currently looked more like a long staff, compared to ordinary longswords and knightly swords, the Demonic Sword where Robin resided was longer in length, measuring approximately one hundred and eighty centimeters including the hilt.
In fact, this length already fell within the category of infantry greatswords.
However, due to the special nature of its material, so far, there had been virtually no weapon capable of withstanding a slash from this longsword.
And whether used single-handedly or with both hands, Yam could wield it freely, which blurred the line between single-handed and double-handed swords.
The reason Yam decided to carry the Demonic Sword was also partially driven by the idea of quickly eliminating enemies who underestimated himz anyone seeing this longsword for the first time would never know about its iron-cleaving property.
Therefore, as long as he seized the right opportunity, Yam was confident he could eliminate a Third-Tier Bloodline User in their first encounter.
But after witnessing the moves of the Kasein Family's chief knight commander, Dean Seath, he gave up the thought of ambushing a Fourth-Tier Bloodline User.
That was clearly a completely different level of existence.
After bringing the Demonic Sword back to his room and setting it in place, Yam lay down on the bed.
Almost the moment he closed his eyes, the fatigue and tension that had built up over the past days immediately melted away, and he fell into a deep sleep.
When Yam reopened his eyes, the candlesticks in the room were already lit, casting a stark contrast against the darkness outside the window.
“You’re awake.” Lily’s voice came from the side. “I’ll have the cook reheat the food... The rations have already been prepared for you and Akar, as well as water bags. I also packed some clothes for both of you. Villagers from Plain Village who’ve been to Mountain Ridge Village said there’s a type of poisonous mosquito there. Once bitten, it causes unbearable itching, so the locals prepare a special type of herbal fumigation.”
“Will it smell strange?” Yam asked.
He got out of bed and saw that Lily had already prepared his washing supplies.
Touched by his wife’s thoughtfulness, Yam felt a warmth in his heart.
“I’ve already tested it. As long as you’re not upwind, it’s not a big issue.” Lily knew what Yam was concerned about. “But just in case, I dried the herb quickly and stitched it into the clothes I prepared for you and Akar. It should be effective when worn, though not as good as lighting the fumigant directly.”
“It’s fine.” Yam shook his head.
After quickly washing up, he walked over to Lily and gave her a gentle hug. “I’ll bring Father back.”
Yam didn’t name anyone, but Lily understood.
She nodded slightly and leaned into Yam’s chest, taking a deep breath as if greedily inhaling his scent.
“You smell a bit.”
“We rushed back without stopping. Haven’t bathed in days.” Yam replied helplessly, reaching out to gently push Lily away. “Besides, I was too tired when I got back and fell asleep as soon as I lay down.”
But Lily only held on tighter. “But your scent makes me feel safe.”
Yam said no more. The motion that was initially pushing her away turned into gently caressing Lily’s long hair. “It’ll be over soon.”
“Be careful.”
“Wait for me to return,” Yam said softly.
This time, Lily quickly let go, but she turned her back to him and didn’t look at him again.
Yam looked at Lily’s back as if trying to imprint this moment deep into his soul.
Then, he turned, picked up two swords, and left the room.
In the dining hall, the kitchen was quickly serving the prepared food.
There were two roasted chickens, along with flatbreads, a pot of vegetable soup, and two glasses of wine.
That was all.
Akar was already seated to the side, devouring his share hungrily.
Compared to the meal they had at noon when they first returned, this dinner was undoubtedly much more sumptuous, after all, it included an extra roasted chicken, a glass of wine, and a big pot of vegetable soup.
Yam sat in his seat and, like Akar, quietly yet swiftly ate the food on the table.
Ten minutes later, the two brothers had finished their meal without leaving a single scrap.
After exchanging a glance, they picked up their weapons and left the dining hall.
Outside the main gate, the butler had already prepared two horses. Two large packs of rations, four sets of clothes, and four large cowhide water bags had all been loaded onto the saddle bags.
The brothers hung their weapons, checked their stability and fastening, then mounted the horses.
After passing through the main gate, Yam turned to look back at the City Lord's Manor.
Then he glanced up at the figure standing by one of the windows and smiled. With a flick of the reins, he galloped forward.
“Brother, if I die…”
“You won’t die.” Yam replied calmly as always.
“I mean if.” Akar emphasized. “If that happens, I hope you’ll bring that drop of True Blood to my child.”
“You tell Father yourself.” Yam didn’t respond to Akar’s plea.
...
Robin could feel the resolve in the hearts of these two brothers and sighed.
For now, he was quite satisfied with the Soderbell Family’s performance, so he hadn’t yet considered switching to another family for cultivation.
“Seems like I’ll have to use some special means when necessary.”
“But doing so would truly confirm my identity as a Demonic Sword.”
“Still... hopefully these two can kill enough enemies. Otherwise, even if I want to help, I won’t be able to.”