“This…”
James Harding was somewhat doubtful.
If he didn’t leave the item with them, what if Robin disappeared after the auction in three days?
Holding an auction was complicated. If they couldn’t produce the item at that time…
“I won’t leave Mountland in these three days. If the item disappears, I can use my life as collateral.” Robin spoke calmly.
“Good, you have guts, I agree.”
In the end, James Harding still agreed.
Because he had no choice but to agree. If he didn’t agree, Robin wouldn’t sell.
As for inviting the elders of their family, it was unnecessary. After all, the auction was on his turf. Perhaps this would be more beneficial to him.
“Alright.”
With a clang, Robin took the sword and turned to leave, ultimately leaving the building.
Meanwhile, Dylan Harding said to James Harding: “Father, this guy is too presumptuous. He even wants to keep the item himself. He doesn’t trust us!”
“Never mind him not trusting us, I don’t trust him either.”
James Harding shook his head: “This item can now be the last straw that breaks the camel’s back in Kisia. In the current period, its value is priceless. If not for him having some ability, I might already be thinking about killing and looting.”
“They are certainly not good people.”
“By the way, when you get a chance, try to seduce that Nightowl’s maid. She’s young and impressionable. Promise her anything, anything at all. Try to coax her into stealing the sword for us,” James Harding said.
This woman was Nightowl’s confidante. If anyone could steal the sword, it was her.
“I think I can handle that,” Dylan Harding nodded.
He prided himself on being handsome and charming, a real lady-killer. He had interacted with no less than fifty women over the years. Winning over a young girl like this would be a piece of cake.
At this moment, James Harding walked to the window of their floor to ceiling window, looking at the bustling traffic outside, a faint smile appeared on his face, “Spread the word, Mountland might be in chaos in the next few days.”
This sword would attract many people.
Not just bidders, but also assassins.
Many people coveted this sword. Previously, none dared to take it from the War God of Kisia. But now it had fallen into the hands of a Darkboard ranked thirty-eight.
In the next few days, there would likely be many who wanted to kill him.
Even if they couldn’t kill him, the auction in three days time would surely be full of twists and turns.
Mountland was truly going to be in chaos.
At this time, Robin and Nina Houry had already left, hailing a taxi.
“Where to?” the taxi driver turned around and asked Robin.
“Hotel Mountland,” Robin replied.
“Alright.”
The taxi driver stepped on the gas and they were off.
Hotel Mountland was a small, upscale hotel in Mountland. The accommodations were villa-style, unaffordable for most people.
However, Robin was not among the average.
After Robin entered, the taxi driver made a call, “Seventh Avenue, number twenty-two, Hotel Mountland.”
He was one of Dylan Harding’s men. He had people stationed around the area.
At this time, Robin and Nina Hourly had already rented a room. Why just one? As a maid, what would she do if not accompany her master? It would raise suspicions if they booked two rooms.
“My lord.”
After entering the room, Nina Houry obediently followed Robin, helping him undress.
Then, Robin lay on the bed and coldly ordered, “Massage.”
“Yes.”
Nina Houry was not pleased. She was supposed to give him a massage?
He really treated her like a servant, didn’t he?
However, she didn’t dare to say anything, and obediently sat on Robin, gently massaging him with her small hands. Then, Robin raised his hand and pressed a button under the bed, warning, “Don’t try to play tricks on me, otherwise, I will kill.”
Then, with a ‘bang’, Robin crushed the button.
Nina Houry continued the massage. Robin didn’t tell her to stop, so she didn’t dare to. Although she was angry, she thought that this was for the survival of Kisia and her own progress in acting. She needed to do a good job in her role as a maid.
At this time, in a monitoring room in Hotel Mountland, Dylan Harding was listening to their conversation, his expression fluctuating, unsure of what he was thinking.
“Big brother, should we continue surveillance?” a subordinate asked, removing his headphones.
“Forget it, this guy is a veteran. If we keep watching, he’s going to start killing. Not me, he doesn’t dare to kill me yet, but he would kill you guys. Everyone, withdraw,” Dylan Harding shook his head, ultimately giving up.
He had planned to keep an eye on this Nightowl, to see what he was up to.
However, they discovered that he was indeed a professional. He had noticed something was off as soon as he arrived.
Afterwards, Dylan Harding released the news that the Sword of Kings would be auctioned in Mountland in three days. The news rapidly circulated through various channels, both on the dark web and locally in Kisia.
The news was everywhere.
Then, both Kisia and South Land were shocked.
The Sword of Kings had appeared, and even on the Harding family’s territory. This unexpected event led to rampant speculation, with the key point being that the item originally belonged to the War God of Kisia. Why did it appear here now? Could it be…? Perhaps…? It was unfathomable and stirred an undercurrent of fear.
The capital.
The crowd in the central building had gradually dispersed. Inside sat three old men, including Mr. Collins and Mr. Berger. One was in charge of politics, the other military affairs. However, at this moment, both men wore grave expressions.
“Lee, what do you think?” Mr. Collins turned to an old man sitting beside him, puffing on a pipe-a temperamental old man-and asked with a furrowed brow.
“Difficult to handle,” he grumbled.
However, even Mr. Berger shook his head this time. “Previous rumors flew around, and there were complaints from officials, but I wasn’t scared because it didn’t truly affect anything. Even though Little Mad was forced to abdicate, he remains the War God. Moreover, after this episode, we can initiate a thorough investigation and clean out the termites of Kisia.”
“But this time is different. The appearance of the Sword of Kings will tip the balance. There are many families and powers in Kisia that are losing faith in it. They might all send people after it. Once this precedent is set, it can’t be stopped.”
“Furthermore, the Sword of Kings did indeed help the Emperor of South Land truly unify the lands of South Land.”
Even the explosive-tempered Mr. Berger wore a gloomy expression this time.
“Should we let Robin handle it?” suggested Mr. Collins.
“Robin? He’s currently unable to fend for himself. His army is surrounded in St. Sunday. How can he handle this? I’m afraid we’ll have to send our own people. I have a good friend in Mountland, Mr. Lawson. Perhaps he can offer some assistance and help our people get in.”