At the Hotel Mountland.
“Why are we going to see that Weasel tomorrow? He always seems sneaky and untrustworthy, not like a good person at all,” Nina Houry said.
“Who said we’re going to see him?”
Robin poured a glass of water, turning his head to counter-question.
“Wasn’t it you who said that?”
Nina Houry tilted her head, she couldn’t have remembered wrong.
“I was just messing with him. Tomorrow, near his house, there will definitely be an ambush. But, I don’t plan to go there. I’m going to meet someone else. To be honest, I have another friend in Mountland. If I don’t go, I may never find peace in this life.”
Robin recalled that person and shook his head, “However, that person might try to attack me on sight.”
“Okay then.”
Nina Houry pouted.
Then, she looked outside. Even she could feel that Mountland was becoming oppressive. A conflict was brewing, and Robin’s presence might just precipitate the final battle.
She didn’t understand warfare, but she guessed half of it right.
Robin’s visit to Mountland was not for leisure. The outcome of the final battle would be determined over the next few days. He was fifty percent sure.
He would either win or lose.
…
At the Hotel Mountland.
Dylan Harding found James Harding on the top floor and reported, “Father, tonight, the president of the South Commercial Chamber, Joe Moore, tried to test Nightowl and was taught a lesson. He also made it clear that he likes being called ‘master’ and enjoys killing.”
Upon hearing this, James Harding chuckled, “This man is indeed wild and untamed. But, if you can tame him, it would be a great thing.”
His wild nature also represented strong capabilities.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t dare to speak such words.
Such a person, once tamed, would be very useful, like a sharp knife.
“Later, Master Lewis made a move, ordering his ghost captains to seize the sword, but they were also killed,” Dylan Harding continued.
“If they were killed, it’s normal. If they could just seize it, wouldn’t my Harding family be the first to grab it? Heh, this man is ambitious, but lacks ability. He’s just a mediocre person. I bet with you, this man will die at Nightowl’s hands within these three days. He won’t give up easily, and once he angers Nightowl, Nightowl will show him his power,” James Harding leisurely stated.
Why didn’t they seize the sword? Because they couldn’t.
Did they really think that being ranked thirty-eight on the Darkboard was a joke? They should know that Jenkins Williams, who was twenty-sixth on the Darkboard, once suppressed the entire St. Sunday alone, with no one his match. This Nightowl was no ordinary person.
Master Lewis was ambitious, but he hadn’t yet qualified to possess the Sword of Kings.
“Dad, from today, various people have entered Mountland from all directions. There are people from the four border states, the capital, South Land, and even foreigners. Various forces have arrived. Their goal is probably the Sword of Kings. This auction might fetch a sky-high price,” Dylan Harding speculated, then added, “However, some of them aren’t here for the auction. They’re probably here to ‘kill and loot.’ People from the capital have arrived. Our people have discovered one of them.”
“They are here to sabotage. Their mission is to prevent the king from getting this sword. Don’t bother capturing that group. There are many like them, and you can’t catch them all. However, you can throw these people at Nightowl and let him deal with them. I’m still suspicious of him. I always feel that something’s not right. Go and test him more,” James Harding said with a serious face.
He always felt that something was amiss.
His heart was increasingly oppressed, as if there was a major event about to erupt in Mountland. In this event, he was just an ant. He had people investigate it, but they found nothing.
As for the auction two days later, the Harding family would be attending. They could control the scene, so theoretically, there shouldn’t be any problems. But why did he have a bad premonition?
Mountland might not remain peaceful.
Ding-dong.
A text message arrived on Dylan Harding’s phone, and he looked at it with a strange expression, “Dad, this Nightowl says he needs a favor from me tomorrow. This arrogant man, actually asking me for a favor?”
“Do you remember Grayson Miller? It’s likely for him.”
“I understand.”
Dylan Harding recalled.
The next day, Robin came to the Hotel Mountland with Nina Houry. Perhaps due to the hot weather, Robin took off his coat and wore only a whiteshirt. The outline of a black dragon tattoo could be seen on his body.
His sharp look made the passing women scream repeatedly.
“Ugh, these women, haven’t they ever seen a man? They call this handsome… well, okay, he is handsome, but he’s my brother-in-law. What does it have to do with them? Why are they staring? Close your eyes!”
Nina Houry thought indignantly.
Why hadn’t she noticed how handsome this man was when they were at home?
Now, he was truly captivating.
People who usually don’t look good, can be very attractive with just a little bit of dressing up.
“Owl… should I call you Mr. Owl or Master Nightowl?”
Dylan Harding walked up, showing a row of teeth, giving off a warm, welcoming vibe.
The Hardings were always perfect in making a good first impression, even if they were about to stab you in the back the next second, they would still smile warmly at you.
“Call me Mr. Owl,” Robin said indifferently.
A flash of triumph crossed Dylan Harding’s eyes.
As expected, this man had come to ask him for a favor. His attitude was no longer arrogant, and yesterday’s words had been forgotten.
“So, Mr. Owl, what brings you to me?”
“I want Grayson Miller to be released.”
Robin looked up and said.
“Oh?”
Dylan Harding walked a few steps, then slowly said, “Do you know what Grayson Miller did? He nearly killed my father. And you’re asking me to release such a dangerous man? Don’t you think your request is a bit excessive?”
“I owe you a favor.”
Robin stared straight at Dylan Harding. “My favor is very valuable.”
“Deal.”
Dylan Harding said nothing more.
In this world, the most valuable thing isn’t money, but favors. Money, the Harding family had plenty of, accumulated over generations, they were rich enough to rival a nation. But favors, those were what they truly cherished.
A debt of gratitude is the hardest to repay.