“Yes, indeed, that young master is quite a talent,” Snowy Houry agreed, for the first time not mocking Elise but rather agreeing with her. A charming and talented man. Handsome too. Quite the gentleman. However, she had done her research. He was nothing more than a playboy, a man who had impregnated twenty-three female students in a year. It would be amusing to see Elise married to such a man. Besides, Snowy had her eyes set on the eldest son of that family. A man with a claim to inheritance. Once she joined that family, she would be a step above Elise. “That would be good, that would be good,” Rodney Houry nodded in agreement. This young master was at least more useful than Robin, he could protect the family. But Robin, he was useless as a son-in-law.
By this time, Elise had left the hotel. She was walking by the river, hand in hand with Leslie. A gentle breeze blew, ruffling her hair slightly. She remembered, “In the past, your father would comb my hair and carry me on his back.” Only Leslie could hear her words.
Dressed in a cute little dress, Leslie looked adorable. Her big, watery eyes widened at Elise’s words, and she bit her finger, “Then mama, you can comb my hair and carry me too.”
Elise burst into laughter at this, “You silly girl, your understanding is so peculiar. You’ll be the death of me one day.” She playfully pinched Leslie’s nose. In the end, she didn’t carry Leslie because Leslie was already seven, not so little anymore, and too heavy for Elise to carry.
“Hehe,” Leslie giggled. She had meant to make her mother laugh.
“You’re growing up so fast,” Elise said, “but your father still hasn’t returned. Don’t complain though, he will be back. Don’t miss him, he misses you. Don’t think about the meals he used to make, the warm bed he made, the shelter he provided, everything he did for you.”
It seemed like Elise was speaking more for herself than for Leslie.
Leslie made a face at Elise, “Mama, you’re the one who misses daddy.”
“I’m not,” Elise retorted.
“Yes, you are.”
“I’m not.”
“Yes, you are.”
And so they went on, teasing each other all the way home. But beside the road, several figures in black cloaks appeared under the moonlight. They were holding black daggers, clearly smeared with poison, and were eyeing Elise.
“Confirm safety, move,” commanded one of the cloaked figures.
But just as they moved, they found several men in black robes blocking their path. The men held silver military knives and lifted their eyes. Their eyes were full of ferocity.
“Ambush, retreat,” the lead cloaked figure ordered and turned to run. But a voice rang in his ear, “Running now? Too late.”
The figure cursed under his breath and drew his dagger, but it was kicked away with one swift movement. The figure was thrown onto the ground, his internal organs shaking, and he coughed up blood.
“A member of the Temple,” a voice spoke from the darkness as a figure emerged.
The fallen figure looked up, his pupils shrinking, “Instructor, why are you here? Our master has been looking for you for a long time. Come back with us, everyone is waiting.”
“Go back? No need. I am now a soldier under Kisia’s first war god.”
“A solider?”
But the man didn’t have a chance to ask further. His neck was snapped by Nick Abel, a member of the Temple’s twelve great elite assassins, his eyes cold and merciless.
“Captain, twelve assassins, all A-level. Combined, they’re equivalent to an S-level,” a member of Wolfman Guards reported.
“The current Kisia is truly chaotic. In the past, assassins from the Temple wouldn’t dare step foot in Kisia’s territory, for fear of the first war god of Kisia. The first war god even claimed Basson, the number one of Darkboard,” Nick Abel said with a hint of self-mockery.
After dealing with the situation, Nick Abel continued to act as a passerby, protecting Elise and Leslie from the shadows. “Madam, we won’t let anyone hurt you,” he said, his eyes filled with respect.
Back at St. Sunday, East Street, Rosey Chambers’ house.
“We’re back,” Robin greeted Rosey Chambers upon entering.
There was a full table of food waiting for them.
“You’re back? My grandma has already had her porridge. Now it’s our turn to eat. Bythe way, why have you changed clothes?” Rosey Chambers asked curiously.
Robin’s clothes were different from before, as were Jeff Reczek’s.
“We didn’t bring any change of clothes, so we bought some while we were out,” Robin explained.
There were two reasons for this. One was to provide a plausible explanation for their outing to Rosey Chambers. The other was that Robin had killed the young master of the Roach family at the dance, and now the Roach family would be looking for him. Changing clothes would prevent them from being traced and would also avoid implicating Rosey Chambers.
“Rich people,” Rosey Chambers pouted. However, she understood there was no alternative. There were no men’s clothes in the room; the only clothes available were hers and her grandmother’s.
“Let’s eat,” Robin sat down, feeling hungry.
However, right at that moment, the front door opened, and a woman rushed in, “Rosey, you’re back and didn’t tell me! Today, I found the leader of our main battle faction, a man called Mr. X.”
“Theresa Lindsay,” Robin chuckled.
It was, indeed, Theresa Lindsay.
What a coincidence to meet again.