Chapter 175: Bavier Continent

Robin's mastery of the Dragon Devouring Breathing Method was unknown even to Lao Mao, who had originally brought him to the Western Frontier.

Lady Aisarl seemed pleased with his reaction, the corner of her lips lifting: "Don't be nervous; I'm merely curious—why does a 'wanted criminal' exiled from the Southern Realm appear here?"

Robin's throat tightened, but he quickly composed himself. In a low voice he said, "Since you know my identity, you should understand that I have no interest in Duke Hawk."

"Oh?" Lady Aisarl raised an eyebrow. "Then what are you interested in? Viscount Brian's Sword? Or… me?"

Robin remained silent.

He could not tell her that what truly concerned him was the ledger concerning the Wilk family in Duke Hawk's manor.

Beyond the shadows, the Gray‑robed Knight's patience seemed exhausted.

"Lady, this is my final warning." His voice was as cold as ice. "Surrender Robin, or else!"

"Or else?" Lady Aisarl chuckled lightly. "Or else the Knight Guild would declare war on me? Can you speak for the Knight Guild?"

Her tone suddenly turned dangerous; the shadow domain abruptly contracted, and Robin could even feel the surrounding darkness sharpen, like countless tiny blades flickering.

"Don't forget, Gray‑robed Knight." She said leisurely, "This is my territory, not a training ground for your Knight Guild."

The Gray‑robed Knight was silent for a moment.

Then Robin heard the sound of iron chains rubbing, as his broken blade gathered power.

"Then try it."

Before the words left his mouth, the shadow domain was ripped apart!

A blinding white flash struck the darkness like lightning; Robin instinctively shut his eyes, but the expected pain never came.

Because Lady Aisarl had already pulled him back three steps, her skirt surged like a living thing, forming a pitch‑black barrier before them.

"Ugh, what a hassle." She sighed lightly, then turned her head to whisper to Robin, "Prepare yourself, my Maestro, we must go."

"Leave?" Robin was startled. "How do we leave?"

Lady Aisarl gave no answer, merely pulling a jet‑black feather from her sleeve and giving it a gentle blow.

The next second.

The shadows exploded, and countless raven‑crows surged from the darkness, covering the entire night sky!

Robin felt the ground vanish beneath his feet, his whole body seeming to plunge into a bottomless abyss.

In his final moments of consciousness, he heard the Gray‑robed Knight's angry roar and Lady Aisarl's faint, lingering laugh:

"When we meet next time, remember to repay me this favor."

Then the world fell into darkness.

When Robin opened his eyes again, he found himself lying in an unfamiliar forest.

Moonlight filtered through the leaves, illuminating a dilapidated wooden hut not far away.

In front of the hut's door stood a familiar figure.

Feng Ling.

She toyed with the pocket watch in her hand, looking at him with a half‑smile:

"Yo, the lady really likes you a lot—she'd even turn against the Duke to save you?"

Robin: "……"

Robin slowly rose from the ground, brushed the dead leaves off himself, and scanned the surroundings with a wary gaze. The forest was eerily silent, without even the chirping of insects; only the ticking of the pocket watch between Feng Ling's fingers rang clearly in the night.

"She didn't save me." Robin's voice was hoarse. "She just didn't want the Gray‑robed Knight running amok on the Dark Raven clan's territory."

Feng Ling chuckled lightly, flicked her fingertip, and the metal cover of the pocket watch snapped shut. She tilted her head, amber pupils glinting cat‑like in the moonlight, and said, "Is that so? As far as I know, Lady Aisarl never employs the 'Raven Shadow' for trivial people."

Robin gave no reply.

He, of course, knew what the 'Raven Shadow' meant—it was the matriarch of the Dark Raven clan's last‑resort card, costing ten years of life each time it was used. Lady Aisarl could not have borne that price for him without reason.

Unless… she has another motive.

"So, what does she actually want?" Robin stared at Feng Ling. "Are you and she in league?"

Feng Ling blinked, feigning innocence: "Oh dear, have I been discovered?"

Robin: "……"

He should have realized it earlier. Feng Ling could precisely predict his teleportation landing spot, and appearing this quickly, she could not be just an ordinary maid.

"What exactly are you looking for?" Feng Ling asked suddenly.

Robin squinted, "I don't know what you're talking about?"

"Don't play dumb." Feng Ling's smile faded slightly. "The Wilk family ledger contains the crucial evidence of the twenty‑two years of illegal secret‑silver mining. You infiltrated Duke Hawk's manor for it, didn't you? But which faction sent you? The Round Table Council? Or the Knight Guild?"

Robin's breath caught slightly.

She even knows that?

Feng Ling stepped forward, moonlight outlining her slender figure, sharpening her gaze: "Robin, we are not enemies. Lady Aisarl saved you because we need your Dragon Devouring Breathing Method."

Robin's muscles tensed instantly.

The Dragon Devouring Breathing Method was his greatest secret, unknown even to Lao Mao, who had helped him escape the Southern Realm!

This ancient technique originates from the Dragon‑born remnants, capable of devouring Magic Power and even briefly stealing an opponent's domain ability.

Precisely because of this, he could advance so quickly to the Order Knight; the system was one factor, and the Dragon Devouring Breathing Method played a crucial role.

But now, Feng Ling casually spoke it aloud.

"What exactly are you planning?" Robin's voice was low and dangerous.

Feng Ling sighed, pulled a gold‑embossed letter from her bosom, and handed it to him: "Read it yourself."

Robin took it and, by moonlight, unfolded the paper.

It contained a single line: "The passage to the Bavier Continent is about to open."

"What is the Bavier Continent?" Robin asked, puzzled.

"As expected, you're a frog in a well. The land we're on is merely a slightly larger island compared to the Bavier Continent."

Hearing this, Robin couldn't help but draw in a sharp breath of cold air.

Robin's fingertips grew slightly cold, and the ink on the paper glimmered with an eerie silver light under the moon.

"Bavier Continent…" he whispered, his mind flashing with scattered notes from ancient texts—those were the legendary "Land of the Great Dragon", the birthplace of magical civilization, which had severed contact with the present world a thousand years ago.

But now, the portal is actually set to reopen?

"What do you want me to do?" Robin lifted his head, his eyes sharp as knives.

Fengling's lips curved into a mysterious arc; she gently nudged the pocket watch's hands, and the surrounding air suddenly rippled.

"It's not that 'we' want you to do something," she corrected, "but that 'we' need you. It's said a great figure will come here in a year to fetch you."

As her words fell, the pocket watch "click"ed open, and a holographic map appeared on its face.

Upon hearing about that great figure, Robin immediately thought of Mei Lin Da.

(End of chapter)