Alison rubbed her head: “Why can’t I remember anything? My head is still foggy. Forget it, I’ll settle the score with that guy later. He said I can’t get out of bed today, I need to sleep some more.”
She went back to sleep.
As a top soldier, she indeed hadn’t experienced such things, she was a blank sheet in that aspect, she didn’t understand anything. She simply believed that she really did that with Robin.
Of course, she knew it was a mission, and she also knew Robin had said before, he has a wife. She’s not a woman who likes to interfere with other people’s families, so even if it’s like this, she doesn’t plan to pursue this matter anymore. Just treat it as being bitten by a dog.
“Um, bitten by a dog, sleep.”
Alison went back to sleep.
At this time, Robin had already walked into the living room. Nina Houry, wearing an apron, had just finished making breakfast, a bowl of millet porridge, waiting by the side, watching Robin eat.
At that moment, there was a knock at the door. Nina Houry went to answer it, and standing there was none other than Dylan Harding.
“Master Dylan,” Nina Houry greeted with a slight nod of the head.
“Miss Rain,” Dylan Harding smiled warmly at Nina Houry, his smile as refreshing as a spring breeze. It was a smile that had the power to make any woman long to be enveloped in its warmth.
“Master, Master Dylan is here,” Nina announced, her face turning a shade of red as she stepped back.
“Sit,” Robin gestured with his hand, then said, “Rain, prepare another breakfast.”
“Alright,” Nina turned and left to continue cooking.
Truth be told, Nina Houry was a proud young lady who was adored at home. Yet here, she acted like a servant, cooking, cleaning, and doing all sorts of chores. She was particularly industrious, just like a real maid. This surprised Robin, who hadn’t expected her to be able to cook.
“Thank you,” Dylan said, accepting the bowl of porridge Nina had prepared for him. He turned to Robin and asked, “Mr. Owl, how is it?”
Robin knew what he was asking. He was inquiring about Alison.
“It’s alright,” Robin replied.
“Miss Rain, could you please excuse us for a moment?” Dylan Harding asked, turning his gaze to Nina.
“Alright,” she responded, and promptly left the room.
Dylan then squinted at Robin, “Did the person die?”
“No.”
“Where is she now?”
“Upstairs, sleeping,” Robin replied indifferently.
Dylan leaned back against the table, “It seems, Sir Owl, you’re more gentle than I imagined. This doesn’t quite suit your character as a top assassin, Nightowl.”
The air in the room seemed to spark with tension at this cryptic statement.
Robin just lifted his gaze, “Can’t I?”
He didn’t explain but simply retorted, demonstrating an assertive, direct, and decisive attitude. This made the atmosphere in the room seem even heavier. But the next second, Dylan Harding laughed heartily, dispelling the tension, “Of course you can, how Mr. Owl chooses to play is not for me to dictate, that was my mistake.”
He apologized and leaned back in his chair, “Speaking of which, Mr. Owl, I came to seek your help. Last night, someone tried to kill me. I caught some of them, and upon investigation, found they were from the France family of Westland, led by Allie. I would like Mr. Owl to kill them and find Allie, preferably by tomorrow as there is an auction. I know that as a top assassin, you have the ability.”
Dylan clapped his hands and several men and women were brought in from the door, “These are the people who attacked me last night, Mr. Owl, please kill them, consider it a favor returned.”
“Kill them here, while I’m eating breakfast? Dylan Harding, do you doubt me?” Robin looked at Dylan.
“Mr. Owl, you have to understand our predicament. That annoying Primus, you know him, he loves to run around in a mask, just in case,” Dylan laughed.
“I don’t kill captives, and as for Allie, I’ll kill her,” Robin said coldly.
“Good, a man who doesn’t kill captives, truly the brother of Grayson Miller. Well, I won’t disturb Mr. Owl’s breakfast any longer. Take them away and lock them up,” Dylan waved his hand.
With that, he left.
At this moment, Nina came down, her face slightly changed, “I feel like he’s found out.”
“Hmm,” Robin responded, continuing to eat his meal.
Meanwhile, Dylan had returned to Hotel Mountland, reaching the top floor. He spoke to the man sitting on the leather sofa, “Father, the probe is done, Nightowl is not the original.”
“Could it be Primus?” James Harding’s face was uncertain.
“It’s highly likely that it’s him. According to our intel, Primus disappeared in St. Sunday. And this Rain, although she plays her part well, there are still some slip-ups. I’ve checked, this person, whether it’s her body shape or appearance, is very much like Primus’s sister-in-law, Nina Houry. Also, Primus used to use the identity of Mr. X, I feel there’s a ninety percent chance that this Nightowl is Primus.” Dylan Harding deduced based on his intel.
He claimed to be a genius of the Harding family lineage, and it was no joke. His ability to handle situations and to think on his feet was extremely strong, never falling short of others in his family. James Harding’s expression was very unpleasant, truly unpleasant. Only now did he understand why since Nightowl’s arrival, a heavy stone seemed to be pressing on his heart. Logically, a Nightowl wouldn’t cause this effect.
Now it was clear. This Nightowl was not just any ordinary Nightowl, but Kisia Primus, currently the highest person in charge of Kisia’s military, commanding a million strong troops, and even trampled Basson of Darkboard, an individual hailed as invincible.
Such a figure arriving in Mountland, how could it not weigh on his heart?
“Did you unmask him?” James Harding asked.
“No.”
Dylan Harding shook his head.
Although he had probed yesterday and was pretty sure that he was not the real Nightowl – otherwise, he wouldn’t owe him such a huge favor over a woman. He went to probe again today.
He was sure. He was not Nightowl.
There’s a ninety-nine percent chance he was Primus.
However, he didn’t dare to expose him, and he didn’t even dare to kill Allie’s people, because he was afraid to tear his face off all at once. No one in the whole of Mountland could deal with him, after all, he was Primus. Even their old men couldn’t deal with such a figure.