St. Sunday.
In a tavern, Maclean Lyons only just came to his senses. Then, he saw a figure, dressed in a black robe with strands of gold, exuding an aura as sharp as a knife. In an instant, Maclean Lyons recognized who it was.
“God of War of Kisia, Robin!”
Maclean Lyons stared wide-eyed at Robin, immediately seeking a weapon to take down this greatest enemy of their South Land.
He may have been caught off guard, but from beginning to end, he was loyal. He had never betrayed South Land.
“No need to search, I am a warrior,” said Robin, hands behind his back.
The meaning was clear: there was no need to search for a weapon. Even if he found one, it would be useless. He was no match for Robin.
However, Maclean Lyons ignored Robin and continued to search.
Robin turned his back, looking outside, “I won’t use you as a threat against South Land. You’re here because your subordinates wanted their share of glory and riches.”
“Really?”
At this point, Maclean Lyons truly stopped his search.
He had been searching for a weapon, not only to deal with Robin, but also contemplating ending his own life. He feared that his survival would turn him into a tool for the God of War of Kisia to threaten South Land.
“I always keep my word,” Robin said.
Then, Robin walked onto the balcony and sat down next to a chessboard, “Shall we? Relax, there’s no surveillance, no photos, nobody recognizes us. Just a simple game of chess.”
“Alright.”
After hesitating for a while, Maclean Lyons finally walked out and took his seat.
He glanced outside. The building was very high. He could see the hustle and bustle below, while those below couldn’t see above. There were no tall buildings opposite, and nobody could see him. He then turned to Robin, “God of War of Kisia, you truly live up to your reputation, so magnanimous, not to use such a heavy chip like me.”
“It’s not that I’m not using it. The news of your surrender has been released by your people. Now all of South Land knows that you’ve surrendered. They’d almost want to eat you alive,” Robin said.
Maclean Lyons’ face changed, but he calmed down after a while: “I expected as much. After all, it’s a war between two nations. There can be no negligence. But, honestly, my status is useless.”
Looking somewhat complicated, Maclean Lyons turned to the chessboard. It was a game of Go.
He moved a piece and said, “You don’t understand Lord Whiteford. He’s a ruthless man. Anyone who hinders his progress must be killed, including me, and even his most beloved concubine, my daughter, Jane Lyons.”
“Enough, let’s play. I haven’t played for a while, I’m itching for a game,” Maclean Lyons said nonchalantly, then added, “By the way, not many in South Land can beat me. Don’t lose confidence.”
He wasn’t lying. In South Land, his chess skills were indeed unmatched.
“Interesting.”
Robin laughed and moved a piece.
To be honest, he quite admired this man. He was not incompetent. He was talented.
If it weren’t for him being misled by Rocco Lewis and being too aggressive, he might not have fallen into the trap. The key was, this man was not afraid of death. He was willing to give his last strength for South Land.
It was no wonder that South Land could unify the chaotic land of South Land for a hundred years. The talent was real. Maclean Lyons was talented, as were Aston Jones and Lord Whiteford, who was hailed as the emperor of a millennium, and they were all talented too.
However, they shouldn’t have invaded Kisia.
No matter how talented they were, Robin would crush them. Kisia was not a place for these petty people to step into.
Moreover, his wife was waiting for him in Stillwater. Robin’s greatest dream wasn’t to shake the world, but to live a peaceful life with his wife and child.
Elise never let him down, and he had no right to let her and their child down.
So, he must win this battle!
“We are getting close.” After a while, Maclean Lyons made a move on the chessboard, then laughed cheerily while stroking his beard. This was his unique chess technique. He would lay out his strategy early on. Most people couldn’t see through it, and even if they did, they wouldn’t know how to counteract it. In the end, the opponent would be unable to conclude the game. This had always been the outcome.
Although Maclean Lyons was captured, he was a man of South Land and naturally had his own pride. If he lost in war, then he would regain his confidence on this chessboard.
“How about it, God of War of Kisia? Can you break my chess game? If not, just concede. I’ve spent half my life researching this game, and no one has been able to break it so far, not even Aston Jones. Don’t force yourself,” Maclean Lyons said arrogantly.
In South Land, no one could break it. Not even Aston Jones could break this game. That’s why he always felt that if he became a general, he would not lose to Aston Jones. As for his defeat in leading the army, he was still very confident in this chess game.
That was until Robin gently picked up a chess piece, then gently placed it on the board, looked up slowly, and said, “Not necessarily!”
Maclean Lyons was stunned. Robin had made a move, a move he hadn’t anticipated at all. But as soon as that piece fell, it seemed as if the wind and clouds had changed. His once invincible game was broken, and not only broken, that one piece was like a sharp knife, incredibly sharp. One piece seemed to suppress everything.
For the first time, he truly understood the terror of the God of War of Kisia. He had prepared for most of his life. But, it was broken by a piece, a gentle piece. It was despairing. For the first time, he began to wonder if their invasion of Kisia would become South Land’s biggest regret.
At this moment, a soldier walked in and reported, “General, news came from South Land. Lord Whiteford killed Jane Lyons today, claiming that there is evidence that the Lyons family has long since defected and executed the entire clan. He also spread a word-they have planted spies at my doorstep, intending to destroy my South Land. Kisia has gone too far. From today onwards, it’s a fight to the death between South Land and Kisia. Either Kisia survives, or South Land does.”
“When these words came out, all of South Land was filled with grief and indignation. Many generals unanimously requested to kill the God of War of Kisia and wash Kisia with blood.”