Chapter 108: Harvest Festival

Robin sat on the bed in his room, watching the data on the System Panel, and silently reflected.

The progress of Storm Breath's cultivation pleased him, yet it also made him realize that the rank of a Breathing Method has a decisive effect on a Knight's potential ceiling.

"Ordinary Breathing Methods have a ceiling that's too low, at most they can reach the Great Knight Realm; breaking through to a Legendary Knight is almost impossible," Robin murmured to himself, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes. "It seems that in the future, when cultivating other Breathing Methods, I must choose the highest possible—at worst an intermediate Breathing Method."

He recalled the Breathing Methods he first obtained, most of which he had snatched from enemies.

To quickly boost his strength, he had then had few choices and could only cultivate those ordinary Breathing Methods.

Although those Breathing Methods helped him get through the toughest times, now it seems their potential is indeed limited.

"But now that I have Storm Breath, the situation is completely different," a spark of excitement flashed in Robin's eyes. "Advanced Breathing Methods have potential far beyond ordinary ones; as long as I keep cultivating, reaching higher realms in the future won't be a problem."

Three days later, the Harvest Festival in the western provinces arrived as scheduled.

The entire west was immersed in festive cheer; lanterns and streamers adorned the streets, people wore formal attire, smiles beaming on their faces.

The Harvest Festival not only celebrates the year's hard work, but also serves as an important occasion for western nobles to display strength and forge connections.

In Viscount Weierke's manor, servants busily prepared the departing carriages and luggage.

Robin stood in the hall, dressed in a well‑tailored noble robe, the black coat embroidered with the Weierke family crest, looking especially dashing.

His gaze was calm, yet a faint anticipation lingered in his heart.

This was his first time attending such a grand banquet as the heir of the Weierke family,

which was not only a chance to showcase himself, but also an opportunity to understand the power layout of western nobility.

"Ailen, are you ready?" Viscount Weierke's voice came from behind, his tone carrying a trace of unhidden excitement.

Robin turned, seeing Viscount Weierke and Viscountess Meilita walking toward him.

Viscount Weierke wore a deep‑blue formal suit, a delicate family crest pinned to his chest, looking especially solemn.

Viscountess Meilita wore a deep‑red long dress, its hem embroidered with golden patterns, appearing noble and elegant.

"Ready, father." Robin gave a slight smile, his tone bearing a hint of respect.

Viscount Weierke nodded approvingly, patting Robin's shoulder: "Very good, Ailen. This Harvest Festival banquet is one of the largest gatherings of western nobles; nobles from all sides will attend. You must perform well and let everyone know that the Weierke family has an heir."

Robin nodded, a flash of embarrassment in his eyes: "I will, father."

The more the Viscount valued him, the more ashamed Robin felt.

Viscountess Meilita stepped forward, gently adjusting Robin's collar, her tone gentle: "Ailen, this banquet is not only a stage to display strength, but also a good chance for the younger generation to arrange marriages. You must seize it and not miss any opportunity."

Robin gave a slight smile, his tone teasing: "Mother, are you worried about my marriage?"

Meilita smiled, a glint of cunning in her eyes: "Of course, as the heir of the Weierke family, your marriage concerns the family's future."

Viscount Weierke also laughed, his tone proud: "Exactly, Ailen. At this banquet, the younger generation will be present; you must perform well."

Robin nodded, yet he silently contemplated the many possibilities of the banquet.

This banquet was not only a chance to showcase himself, but also an opportunity to understand the power layout of western nobility.

The Wizard Council, the Round Table Council, the Black Wizard Covenant… these forces all covet the west in secret, and he must take the initiative in this game.

The carriage slowly rolled out of the manor, heading toward Mi Nie Wa City.

Robin sat in the carriage, watching the scenery through the window, yet his heart could not settle.

This banquet will be his first step into the western noble circle, and he must seize this chance.

Several hours later, the carriage finally arrived at Mi Nie Wa City. The city gates were already crowded with noble carriages coming for the banquet, and the guards busily directed traffic.

The Weierke family carriage slowly entered the city; the townsfolk lining the streets stopped to watch, eyes full of awe and envy.

"Ailen, remember, this banquet is not only a stage to display strength, but also a chance to learn about the various forces." Viscount Weierke whispered, his tone solemn.

Robin nodded, a flash of coldness in his eyes: "I understand, father."

The carriage finally stopped at the central square of Mi Nie Wa City. A massive banquet hall had already been erected on the square, lights blazing, music and laughter spilling from within.

Robin followed Viscount Weierke and Viscountess Meilita into the banquet hall, immediately feeling the bustling atmosphere wash over him.

Inside the hall, nobles from the major western families had already arrived, gathering in small groups, speaking softly.

The younger noble youths stood aside, their gazes occasionally sweeping the crowd, as if searching for something.

"Viscount Weierke, you finally arrived!" a middle‑aged man in splendid formal wear stepped forward, his face lit with a warm smile.

Viscount Weierke smiled slightly, his tone proud: "Indeed, I came with my son Ailen."

The middle‑aged man's gaze fell on Robin, surprise flashing in his eyes: "So this is Ailen? Truly a talent, worthy of the Weierke heir."

Robin smiled slightly, politely nodding: "Greetings, I am Ailen Weierke Woerte."

The middle‑aged man laughed heartily, patting Robin's shoulder: "Good, good! Young man, perform well; the future will be yours."

Robin nodded, yet he remained secretly wary.

Behind the nobles' enthusiasm lay countless calculations and conspiracies.

The banquet officially began, Viscount Weierke led Robin and Viscountess Meilita toward the center of the hall.

Robin's eyes swept every person in the hall, silently noting their identities and relationships.

Inside the hall, music was melodious, nobles raised cups and chatted, the atmosphere was lively.

Robin stood beside Viscount Weierke, his gaze sweeping every person, silently noting their identities and relationships.

This banquet was not only a chance to showcase himself, but also an opportunity to understand the power layout of western nobility.

(End of Chapter)