After a brief moment of intimacy, Robin Bailey didn’t do much. He simply held Elise Houry and swung on the swing. Both of them enjoyed this quiet, peaceful, and warm moment.
Night fell quickly, and Robin Bailey and Elise Houry didn’t stay outside any longer. They went inside.
“Jeff Reczek,” Robin Bailey called out as they entered the house, and Jeff Reczek, who was outside, walked in.
“I have four invitations. Help me send them out,” Robin Bailey took out four magnificent invitations and handed them to Jeff Reczek. He hadn’t forgotten about the importance of invitations. While a simple greeting would be enough for many people, there were some individuals for whom Robin Bailey needed to send an invitation.
“Sure,” Jeff Reczek replied, taking the invitations and leaving.
Elise Houry, still by Robin Bailey’s side, asked, “Who did you send the invitations to?”
“Three old folks and my heartless father,” Robin Bailey replied calmly.
“Your father? I thought you wouldn’t invite him,” Elise Houry was somewhat surprised. The kind of father he had didn’t deserve an invitation.
“I invited him just to scare him. He won’t come; he doesn’t have the courage. He’s afraid of me. Ever since I became famous, he has been afraid of my wrath, afraid that I’ll eradicate the Bailey clan in a fit of anger. But he’s mistaken. I will honor my mother’s last words,” Robin Bailey said, taking out another invitation from his pocket.
“And who is this one for?” Elise Houry asked curiously. She had guessed who the three old folks were-those important figures in the central tower, the pinnacle of Kisia’s power, and Robin Bailey’s unwavering support in his role as the War God. Without their continuous support, Robin Bailey wouldn’t have achieved what he had today, like in the South Province battle. They entrusted him with the command of the national army without reservation, and that was trust they never took back. That’s why Robin Bailey held great respect for the three old folks. While they didn’t shed blood on the battlefield like him, their contributions to Kisia were no less significant.
“It’s for the Lord of the Temple,” Robin Bailey smiled and then added, “I’ll be back in a moment.”
He took the invitation and went outside, walking to the edge of his villa. With a graceful leap, he scaled the walls and landed on the rooftop of a nearby building. He called out, “Come out, you little Templar bug.”
But there was no movement on the rooftop.
“Stubborn as ever,” Robin Bailey raised an eyebrow. Suddenly, a wave of energy emanated from him. Behind a wall, a man appeared, coughing up blood, his eyes filled with fear as he looked at Robin Bailey.
“What’s your rank?” Robin Bailey asked.
“Twelve Ash-level assassin,” the man replied, swallowing a mouthful of blood.
He had given up resistance. Resist the First War God of Kisia? What a joke. This man was someone whom even the Lord of the Temple feared. As a mere Ash-level assassin, how could he dare to resist?
“Such a low rank? Your Lord must have known that he would be discovered sooner or later and would die. That’s why he sent a lowly Ash-level assassin like you,” Robin Bailey raised an eyebrow and continued, “So, you’re just a messenger.”
The man was infuriated. Among the Templars, he was one of the Twelve Ash-level assassins, an important figure in the upper echelons, a solid pillar of strength. Countless assassins stood below him. But in front of this man, he was compared to a mere bug.
However, he knew that it was indeed the truth. Initially, he had been quite arrogant, considering himself someone important in the Templars. That’s why he hadn’t come out when Robin Bailey called for him. He believed that the First War God of Kisia was just trying to deceive him.
Then, with a breath, he stumbled out, heavily injured.
Only then did he realize the true strength of this person, which was not just an empty reputation.
He also understood that his presence here might be because his status was suitable, neither high nor low. If he died, the Templars wouldn’t care, and if he survived, the Templars wouldn’t be concerned either. Suddenly, the man felt a sense of desolation.
In the eyes of these important figures, they were all pawns.
“Black Claw, one of the twelve Ash-level assassins of the Templars, has met the first war god of Kisia, Kisia.” The man bowed.
His name was Black Claw.
Bowing was a sign of respect towards the strong.
“Black Claw, a good name. Since you have the appearance of a Kisia person, are you interested in coming to my Kisia? I can give you an official position.” Robin Bailey, with his hands behind his back, had a faint smile on his lips.
“Sorry, as a member of the Templars, I live and die in service to the Templars.” Black Claw firmly replied.
“No need to refuse so soon. I’ll give you a year to consider. If you decide, you can come find me. By the way, improve your tracking skills next time, you were full of flaws. Here, take this.” Robin Bailey threw something at Black Claw.
“What is this?” Black Claw asked in surprise.
“It’s an invitation card for your Lord. Two days from now, on my wedding day, let him come and attend. I don’t think your Lord would deny this favor. Don’t force me to exterminate all of you Templars.” Robin Bailey, with his hands behind his back, had a playful look in his eyes, and added, “Am I right?”
“I…” Black Claw didn’t know what to say for a moment.
Giving an invitation card to their Lord?
What kind of joke was this?
Who didn’t know that the Templars had been involved in the recent South Province battle, and even Dexter Newman, one of the Templars’ four cardinals stationed in Stillwater, had a hostile relationship with Kisia. Giving an invitation card?
Would their Lord dare to come?
If he did, this first war god of Kisia might kill him on the spot.
Don’t talk about loyalty and heroic spirit. This first war god of Kisia has killed many people with conspiracies and tricks, which is why he’s so difficult to deal with internationally.
There are both open plots and hidden schemes.
And he’s not a pure good person, he can be called a hero or a rogue.
Such a character is truly formidable.
And to say that if they don’t come, he would exterminate all of them Templars, as if he’s showing kindness to them. In South Province and South Land, the Templars’ people have almost been wiped out.
“Yes,” Black Claw replied.
However, Black Claw didn’t argue.
He didn’t have the courage to argue. Maybe he had it before, but with just a look from Robin Bailey, he was heavily injured and became as timid as a mouse.
Surviving was already good enough.
He didn’t expect that the first war god of Kisia would discover him, and he was fortunate to have survived.
“By the way, pass on a message for me. If the Templars want to find me next time, let it be you who comes. I will kill everyone else. There will be no more communication between the Templars and me.” Robin Bailey added.
“Yes…” Black Claw didn’t understand why.
Could it be because he had the face of a Kisia person and this first war god of Kisia found it familiar?
But if that’s the case, this person is mistaken. Although he has Kisia blood, he was raised and trained by the Templars since he was young, so he doesn’t have much attachment to Kisia.
But he’s fortunate that this war god won’t kill him in the future, giving him another way to survive in Kisia.
Then, Robin Bailey watched the departing figure of Black Claw and smiled. With his hands behind his back, he murmured, “Not all assassins are so vigilant, it seems.”