In the grand tent of South Land.
“What? The Sword of Kings has appeared in Mountland? And it’s to be auctioned?”
This piece of news struck everyone in the grand tent of South Land into silence. They all knew very well the importance of the Sword of Kings, its value comparable to a St. Sunday.
Yet, they also knew that this artifact was in the hands of the God of War from Kisia.
How could it suddenly appear in Mountland?
“General Myers, could this be a plot by the Kisia God of War? General Myers, don’t risk your own life, I’m willing to go on your behalf.”
Benson Laydon was the first to stand, making his report.
Soon, others began to react, knowing their leader was fond of taking risks himself, they all promptly stood up.
“General Myers, the Sword of Kings is in the hands of the Kisia God of War. That man’s strength is such that even Rawdan Jefferson can’t compete. This must be the Kisia God of War’s scheme, waiting for General Myers to go to Mountland and then execute a beheading plan.”
“General Myers, there’s something wrong with Mountland.”
“I am willing to go on behalf of General Myers.”
Everyone sought permission to go. After all, at first glance, there was something off about Mountland.
“Iron Eagles.”
Walton Myers called out, and an Iron Eagle appeared. “Where is the Kisia God of War now?”
“Ever since his abdication, he has been in his villa. We can’t get in, there are defenses around it, so we don’t know where he is.”
The Iron Eagle reported truthfully.
They genuinely didn’t know his location.
That God of War was too secretive, impossible to find.
“Then send someone to probe Nightowl. In three days, I will decide whether to go to Mountland based on the situation. But one thing is for sure, we must get the Sword of Kings. It is crucial for us.”
Walton Myers commanded.
“Yes.”
The generals all responded.
At the same time, Walton Myers ordered a thorough investigation of the villa of the Kisia God of War. Any slight movement was to be reported to him. The current situation was as precarious as walking on thin ice, and they were not to be careless.
Meanwhile, at the Hotel Mountland.
Robin snapped his fingers. “All done. The surveillance in the room has been dismantled. No one can monitor us now.”
“Alas.”
Only then did Nina Houry slump in her seat, complaining. “I’ve never served anyone in my life, and now I have to massage you. My hands are sore.”
She was still a child at heart. At home, she was the most pampered one.
“You’re the one who wanted to come along, aren’t you?” Robin replied.
“Well… I was worried about you.”
Nina Houry dropped her gaze, looking sulky.
“Ah.”
Robin sighed. “So what do you want me to do to make it up to you?”
“Massage me. But not my back, my shoulders.”
Nina Houry turned around triumphantly, standing straight, waiting for Robin to massage her.
“Alright, alright.”
Robin, somewhat helpless with his sister-in-law, obliged and began to massage her shoulders. There weren’t many who could claim to have had their shoulders massaged by the Kisia God of War.
“Jerk, why haven’t you called my sister yet? She’s worried sick about you. Only I know about your identity. My sister has tried telling them, but they don’t believe her. They think she’s daydreaming.”
Nina Houry asked the question that had been on her mind.
Why hadn’t he called home?
“Because our enemy is not yet vanquished, I cannot return home.”
Robin could only smile helplessly.
He was not an ordinary man, he was the Kisia God of War, the Primus of Kisia. His duty was to protect his kingdom and his people. Only after the safety of all was ensured could he think of his own home.
Once he made the call, he would not be able to control his longing.
“Alright.”
Nina Houry pouted, but she understood Robin.
He was the Primus, after all.
Not just anyone could hold that role.
Later that night, there was a knock at the door.
Nina Houry opened it to find a waiter in a suit and tie, politely saying, “Good evening, sir. There seems to be a problem with the water heater in your room. I need to come in to check.”
Nina Houry looked at Robin.
Robin nodded.
At that moment, Nina Houry finally made way for the man who had indeed come to inspect the water heater. He disassembled it, fixed it, and then left carrying a big bag of tools.
However, with a loud bang, Robin swung his knife, its blunt end striking the man and knocking him to the ground. The sharp point of the knife ended up at his throat. “Had your fill?”
“Mercy, sir… Mercy, sir… I was just… called here…” stuttered the man.
The service worker could feel the cold metal against his neck and promptly surrendered. He knew this was a killer, someone who was truly capable of murder.
“Who sent you?” Robin asked, his tone icy.
“The president of the South Commercial Chamber, Joe Moore. He asked me to see if there was a chance to steal the sword,” confessed the worker. He was not a die-hard follower of Joe Moore, merely a hired hand.
Despite the pay, he was not about to risk his life.
“This is not even the first day and we already have issues cropping up. Interesting. Go back and tell Joe Moore to find me. If he can’t find me within an hour, he can bear the consequences. Now, get out.”
At Robin’s harsh words, the service worker scurried away, nearly wetting himself in fear.
“In the coming days, we’ll have lots of trouble. Let’s show them what we can do,” Robin said with a cold smile.
He then led Nina Houry towards the door.
“What are we doing?”
“Getting barbecue. I’m hungry,” Robin said, leading Nina Houry out to dinner.
They went to the Blue Bay barbecue stand. It was a popular local spot with a bustling crowd. Luckily, a spot opened up just as they arrived.
“Hello, sir, what would you like to eat?” A middle-aged man, wearing an apron, walked up to them.
At that moment, two women walked in. One dressed in a tight black dress, her figure excellent with the dress outlining her perfect curves. Her long, white legs attracted the attention of everyone in the vicinity.
The other woman wore pencil pants and a shirt. She had a strong aura and was also quite attractive. Both women were stunningly beautiful.
“Hello, there are no more seats. Can we share a table with you?” asked the woman in the black dress, her body fragrance attracting the attention of all the men around.
“What a beautiful woman,” the men around them thought.
“If you don’t mind the trouble, then go ahead,” Robin nodded.
“Trouble?” The other woman, Ann Roach, approached, hands folded: “Usually, trouble doesn’t find us. It finds the men we’re with. But you seem unafraid of our troubles.”