Of course. That was when I was still Nightowl.
Two days later, I was no longer Nightowl, I was Robin.
“Let’s go, follow me.”
Dylan Harding took Robin and the others out. Outside, there was Dylan Harding’s Rolls-Royce. They all headed towards the prison. However, on the car, Dylan Harding said, “Just to let you know in advance, we tortured Grayson Miller. The scene might be a bit gruesome, but as you know, he nearly killed my father. Being alive is already his luck.”
Robin made a sound in acknowledgment.
Before long, they arrived at the prison.
Dylan Harding pulled out a series of documents, then led them in. The Harding family had prepared thoroughly for this plan. After controlling Mountland, they replaced all the people in charge.
This prison was also filled with their people.
The Harding family produced talent. Or rather, they were good at nurturing talent.
However, their biggest mistake was inviting foreign invasion, a sin that angered both man and god.
“Master Dylan.”
A prison warden opened the cell door and let them in.
“Rain, you don’t have to go in.”
After Robin went in, Dylan Harding stopped Nina Houry and showed a sunny smile, “It’s a bit too… unsuitable for a girl to see inside. How about we chat about something you’re interested in?”
He was hitting on Nina Houry.
He was already a handsome man, and with that smile, a normal person would have been completely smitten.
However, Nina Houry knew what kind of person he was.
She felt like vomiting.
Not only was he a scumbag, he was a traitor, utterly disgusting.
But on the surface, Nina Houry still responded somewhat warmly, “My interest is Master Nightowl. Whatever Master Nightowl likes, I like. His life is my life.”
A swordsman and a maid, wandering the world.
This was the current tag of ‘Owl’.
It induced both admiration and fear.
Those who wandered the world with a maid, were certainly not ordinary.
At this time, Robin had already entered. Inside was a fortress. In the middle, there was a frame with a man, who was dressed in a way that could hardly be called clothing anymore. He was whipped to the point of being barely covered, his body was drenched in blood. His long hair was completely disheveled, falling on his shoulders. The man was tied to the frame.
His face was down, and there were pools of fresh blood on the ground.
Obviously, he had vomited it.
“Are you here again? Heh, even if you come a hundred times, I won’t be afraid. I’ve said it, James Harding deserves to die, Dylan Harding deserves to die, I won’t regret… won’t…”
Perhaps he spoke too loudly, and he vomited out more blood.
But still, he wore an unyielding smile.
Even if he had to do it a hundred times over, he would still choose to kill James Harding and Dylan Harding because these two people betrayed Kisia.
However, at this time, a voice rang out in this cell.
“It’s me.”
This was Robin’s voice.
With a clang.
The man on the frame suddenly lifted his head, staring intently at ‘Owl’, and then roared, “Nightowl, you still have the guts to see me, your deeds have reached this cell. You also betrayed Kisia, you deserve to die. Didn’t we agree to be assassins but also maintain our last bit of conscience?”
“But what are you doing, auctioning the Sword of Kings, are you trying to throw Kisia into the eighteen layers of hell! I ask you, what are you doing, throw away the Sword of Kings right now.”
Grayson Miller was screaming.
His screams could be heard even outside the cell.
While screaming, he was spitting blood.
When Robin first started out on missions, he wasn’t as strong as he is now, or rather, he was quite weak. Several times, he was unintentionally saved by Grayson Miller, and later the two became brothers. They had adventures abroad.
They had agreed not to betray their last bit of conscience.
The reason Robin initially agreed to become brothers with him was to better create the identity of Nightowl, to make it seem more real, without any connection to the Kisia military.
But later, after several missions, he found that Grayson Miller was genuinely kind to him. He treated him like a younger brother, which moved him greatly.
However, he later had to return to the military, so he told Grayson Miller that he was tired and wanted to retire for a while. This time, because of this war, he had to reactivate this identity.
The top assassin, Owl.
And because he was Owl, he had to visit this older brother.
“Whotold you?”
Robin frowned.
This was a prison, completely sealed off. Who could have passed the message in? But the next second, he understood. This was the Harding family’s prison. If Dylan Harding wanted Grayson Miller to know, it would be effortless.
Dylan Harding wanted to drive a wedge between the two of them.
“It doesn’t matter who told me. I’m asking you, do you have the Sword of Kings?” Grayson Miller’s eyes were bloodshot as he asked.
“Yes.”
Robin nodded.
“Then find a way to destroy it. This thing absolutely cannot fall into the hands of the emperor of South Land. If it does, it will be the last straw that breaks the camel’s back, do you understand?”
Clang, clang, clang.
Grayson Miller struggled incessantly on the frame, roaring.
But Robin didn’t say anything. He couldn’t possibly tell Grayson Miller that the Sword of Kings was indeed with him, but it was part of his plan.
If he did, there would be no game left to play. It would be an immediate exposure.
So, Robin had to stay as Nightowl, the one who was about to auction the Sword of Kings for money. He walked over to Grayson Miller, knocked him unconscious with a reverse hand strike, and then untied him from the frame.
After untangling him, Robin realized that Grayson Miller’s injuries were far more severe than he had imagined.
Two iron chains had been driven directly through Grayson Miller’s shoulder blades.
This pain was not something an ordinary person could endure.
Moreover, his ability to cultivate had been ruined. From now on, Grayson Miller would no longer be that top assassin, but a disabled man.
Robin’s gaze was a bit complex.
At first, he didn’t care much, but later he knew that this older brother was a true man of character. Although an assassin, he didn’t kill women, the elderly, or children – the three don’t-kill rules. And he was a patriot.
This time, according to the information Robin received, when the Harding family took over Mountland, not many forces were willing to resist. One reason was because they were too powerful, and the second was because the Harding family offered many benefits.
Grayson Miller was in Mountland at the time. They offered him preferential treatment too, but Grayson Miller didn’t take the money. He refused and snuck into Hotel Mountland at night, attempting to assassinate James Harding.
Unfortunately, he failed.
In Grayson Miller’s words, the most intolerable thing was a traitor, especially a traitor who betrayed their homeland!