“Is that so?” Robin smiled, hands behind his back.
Whether it was Middle Land or any other place, he didn’t care about them. These things were not worthy of his attention. The only things he cared about were a woman and a girl. However, if Elise wanted to visit Middle Land in the future, he would take her there. After all, it was the most prosperous place in Kisia. But for now, his priority was to defeat the enemy. If he couldn’t even deal with his enemies, even the prosperous Middle Land would be reduced to ashes. The grand wedding he wanted to give Elise would also be ruined.
“Okay, I accept your loyalty. From now on, you are responsible for protecting Alastair Angelo and Nina Houry. This is your mission. As for those who come to kill you, I’ll stop them. And that Tyson Smith, if you perform well, I’ll help you kill him,” Robin waved his hand.
“Thank you, my lord.” Cain Johnson repeatedly thanked him on her knees. No matter what, she now had hope to live.
“Get up,” Robin told her.
Only then did Cain Johnson slowly stand up. Unlike before, she could say she and Robin had been friends and did not need to be so restrained. But now she was Robin’s subordinate, not a friend. After what had just happened, there was some fear and reverence in her eyes.
Robin then walked in with Cain Johnson. Seeing that Nina Houry was still sulking on the sofa, he said, “There are some things that are not convenient to tell you. But from now on, she will be living with you and Rosey Chambers.”
“Your half-sister, I already know,” Nina Houry glared at Robin, “You can even find a half-sister for yourself, and such a beautiful one. Why can’t I find one?”
She was a bit sour, but that was all. When Robin and Cain Johnson had gone out just now, she had already chatted with Rosey Chambers and roughly knew how they had met, so she said half-sister.
“In fact… Never mind.” Robin wanted to say that she wasn’t actually a half-sister, he was raising her like a daughter. But he decided not to say anything in the end.
“Okay, I forgive you. I’m going upstairs to pack my things.” Nina Houry didn’t stay angry. It wasn’t that she liked to get angry, she just liked to tease Robin.
As they were packing, a group of people outside were preparing to retreat quietly. One of the men, with a flat-top haircut, said, “Cain Johnson has escaped into the War God’s residence, we need to retreat immediately.”
“Retreat, how wishful thinking.”
Suddenly, a voice rang out.
The assassins’ faces changed. They tried to flee immediately, but saw a military saber slashing past them, and one by one, their heads fell to the ground, until only one man was left.
“You…”
The flat-topped man looked at the grey robe in front of him with a face of terror.
“Wolfman Guards.”
The military saber in the hands of the man in the grey robe was still dripping with blood.
However, he ultimately did not kill this guy, but left him alive. After all, he was a member of the Temples, and the Temples had planted many people in St. Sunday. It was time to clear them out.
That day, in St. Sunday, they began a day of slaughter.
Robin had long discovered the traces of the Temples, but they were not significant enough to act upon until now. But now that they had crossed him, they were seeking death.
In a foreign city, in a corner of an alley,
someone was telling a handsome man, “Sir, our people have failed. Those who managed to infiltrate St. Sunday have all been slaughtered, only the traitor, Cain Johnson, remains.”
“That’s more like it.”
The handsome man laughed.
He was none other than Dexter Newman, who had taken over the underworld of Stillwater with his fists three years ago. Despite his rugged actions, he was quite handsome, or rather delicate.
“I’ve met the War God in Stillwater. He’s not a magnanimous person. Pass down the order, withdraw our people from Stillwater and St. Sunday. Our actions in these two cities have been exposed.”
Dexter Newman ordered.
He knew very well that one of these places was the only city that could be entered from the north into South Province, where Robin’s wife was, and the other was a current military strategic location, both of which were guarded.
Their people had been dying in batches.
St. Sunday was still okay.
The main issue was Stillwater, where the checks were too strict, and basically, anyone who went there died. After all, Nick Abel used to be a top-tier assassin, and he knew how to deal with assassins.
As for St. Sunday, it was a one-time clean-up.
Both cities suffered heavy losses.
“But, we can’t withdraw our people from South Land. We, the Temples, never put all our chips on one bet. If the Temples lose, we also have great benefits. Isn’t that right?”
Dexter Newman smirked.
The Temples never did business at a loss.
“Yes.”
The assassins below all followed the order. However, they all thought to themselves, was this lord really giving up on the benefits of Kisia? Was he that pessimistic about South Land? But no matter what, they dared not disobey.
He was one of the four archbishops of the Temples.
Aside from the Lord of the Temples, these four were the most powerful.
They could even command the Seven Deadly Sins and twelve Ash Level assassins.
“Robin, Mr. X, War God.”
Dexter Newman muttered these words, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes. Then his figure disappeared into the darkness, and orders were issued.
…
City Night Club.
This bar was the busiest place in all of Stillwater, and in it was a woman wearing a strapless dress, sitting at the bar. She had a sexy figure, exquisite features, and seemed to be troubled, drinking one cup after another. After finishing one, she would order another.
There were many empty bottles next to her.
But even such a woman, desired by many in the room, was untouchable by anyone, because she was the well-known Miss Adriana Hale of the Hale family from St. Sunday.
The last time was quite similar. Adriana Hale was drinking, and someone who couldn’t resist approached to flirt with her. Then, that person’s arms and legs were broken and he was dumped at the entrance of the bar. It was a pitiful sight. So, even though everyone was smitten with this beauty, no one dared to act, not even daring to look more than a few times, only sneaking glances. After all, aside from the previous incident, there was also Tim Chase, a young master, sitting in the bar, his face seemingly green with envy as he drank his liquor, watching Adriana Hale.