I don’t know about the others, but this Level 12 Ash-grade assassin is quite foolish. Knowing who he is, yet daring to stay hidden when called by Robin Bailey, thinking that Robin Bailey is trying to deceive him. This level of foolishness is unparalleled. After all, he is someone even feared by the Clan Leader.
Robin Bailey speculates that this Black Claw was probably sent out to die. They knew his strength, yet dared to lurk by his side. It’s certain that he would be discovered, without a doubt. And once discovered, the assassin’s survival rate drops to 99%. So Robin Bailey considers him foolish, even thinking that he must have offended someone and was sent out as punishment.
“If this news spreads, you’ll probably end up like Shadow.”
Robin Bailey chuckled and walked back.
In the first battle, the First War God, Kisia, spared his life and entrusted him with future messages. Kisia, the First War God, appreciated him. Even if the Templar Clan Leader sees through Robin Bailey’s plans, he won’t bother about this matter.
However, this Black Claw in the Templars probably won’t be valued anymore. He might even be treated with caution.
It’s not that they aren’t afraid, but they fear the unexpected.
If he truly has enemies, he will soon be killed. If he’s lucky, he might escape like Shadow. Otherwise, he will perish directly in the Templars.
“Back home, back home. I wonder what expression my heartless father will have when he receives that invitation.”
Robin Bailey headed towards his home.
Elise Houry was still waiting for him at home.
…
Early the next morning.
In the capital, a fleet of transport trucks, armored vehicles, and tanks were rumbling towards a grand mansion in the capital, causing alarm among many people. Everyone watched in fear as these military forces approached.
What’s going on? They were scared.
But soon, they realized that this army wasn’t coming for them. They were heading towards a family called the Bailey Clan.
“Capital Guards, Lieutenant Winthrop Fox, under the orders of the War God, has come to deliver an invitation.”
Winthrop Fox, the commander of this military escort, stood at the entrance of the Bailey Clan, proclaiming loudly.
His imposing presence was like mountains and rivers.
With each word he spoke, Patrick Bailey at the entrance was startled.
Patrick Bailey was the steward of the Bailey Clan. Looking at the situation at the entrance, he wore a wry smile. This wasn’t just an invitation. They were being surrounded, aircraft, cannons, and guns all aimed at their entrance, permeating the air with the smell of war. The atmosphere was serious, as if they were actually on a battlefield.
It seemed as though if they didn’t accept the invitation, they would be bombarded with artillery until they did.
Patrick Bailey was on the verge of tears.
“We accept, we accept.”
Patrick Bailey said with a mournful face.
But as he went to retrieve it, Winthrop Fox took it back, saying, “This invitation was sent by the War God. You’re not qualified to take it. Let your family head come and take it; otherwise, it would be disrespectful to the War God.”
Winthrop Fox waved his hand.
Damn it.
Instantly, all the guns and cannons were aimed at Patrick Bailey, nearly scaring him to wet his pants.
“I… I’ll go find our head.”
Patrick Bailey hastily ran away, rolling and crawling.
After a while, a person finally came out from inside. However, it wasn’t Eric Bailey, the head of the Bailey family, but a woman-a woman who exuded a certain majesty and hidden charm between her brows.
“I am Elsa Brighton, the mistress of the Bailey family. From a formal standpoint, I am the mother of that War God, a stepmother, and also a mother. Don’t I have the qualification to receive this invitation?”
Elsa Brighton narrowed her eyes.
As soon as she spoke, the guns and artillery shells were all aimed at her, and the smell of gunpowder filled the air.
But Elsa Brighton remained calm. “Isn’t this the truth?”
It was an irrefutable statement.
After all, it was indeed the truth.
From a formal standpoint, it was true.
Although many people knew the ins and outs of the matter, it was indeed as it seemed on the surface. Elsa Brighton, beneath all those guns, was not afraid. After all, she came from a prominent family and was a young lady of wealth. Naturally, she exuded a certain aura.
Winthrop Fox wanted to say something, but Elsa Brighton spoke up. “Winthrop Fox, you are a capital person. You better think carefully. You can’t afford to offend the Bailey family and my mother’s Brighton family. You better think it through before you answer me.”
Elsa Brighton’s red lips moved slightly, and her phoenix-like eyes carried a certain pressure. She was threatening him. To put it bluntly, she was threatening him directly, without beating around the bush. The war god standing behind you may be able to withstand offending both our families, but your family might not.
These words made Winthrop Fox’s face turn angry. When had he ever faced such a threat? But at that moment, he couldn’t say anything because he did indeed live in the capital. Although the Bailey family might not be much in the capital’s big pond, the Brighton family was truly a formidable force. He was wary, very wary, after all, he had his own family.
However, at that moment, a man walked out from behind and rested his hand on Winthrop Fox’s shoulder. “Let me handle this.”
“Yes, sir.”
Winthrop Fox stepped back, making room for the sturdy man who had just arrived. “He fears you, but I don’t,” Jeff Reczek said as he walked forward. His imposing figure made Elsa Brighton’s expression darken. How did this guy show up? That’s right, the person who arrived was indeed Jeff Reczek, sent by Robin Bailey. Jeff Reczek truly had no fear of the Brighton family. After all, he had great strength and was one of the top ten generals in the war zone. He was a lone wolf who didn’t fear threats and listened only to Robin Bailey. Such a ruthless person would make anyone afraid.
“Bring Eric Bailey out. This is a gift from the war god to Eric Bailey, and no one else is qualified to receive it,” Jeff Reczek said, looking around with a deep voice. But his voice was loud, even reaching the courtyard and penetrating inside.
Elsa Brighton’s face turned pale. She was out of options. Force, status, wealth, threats, reasoning might work on others, but they were truly useless against Jeff Reczek, this ruthless person who followed Robin Bailey’s every command without fail.
“Come out,” Jeff Reczek said when Eric Bailey didn’t appear. He suddenly exerted force and forcefully smashed the entrance of the Bailey family’s courtyard, creating cracks in circles. Then he added, “If you don’t come out, I’ll smash your precious Bailey family to pieces.”
Under such a threat, the head of the Bailey family, Eric Bailey, reluctantly walked out with an unpleasant expression. He didn’t want to come out. Coming out would be a great humiliation. But if he didn’t come out, and this brute really smashed their Bailey family to pieces, they would become a laughingstock.
“Give it to me,” Eric Bailey said with a grim expression, extending his hand. However, Jeff Reczek said, “This is a gift from the war god. Receive it with both hands.”
“You! That’s my son!” Eric Bailey’s face flushed with anger. Receiving with both hands was a sign of respect. He was his father, so what was wrong with receiving something from his son with both hands?
“Not going to receive it? Disobeying the war god’s command, disrespecting the war god? Then I’ll demolish this Bailey family’s courtyard,” Jeff Reczek scolded coldly.
Son? How dare you still call him “son”? “Yes,” the soldiers behind him all followed the order, stepping forward with anger. They all knew about that matter and were filled with fury. How dare this person call him “son”! He didn’t deserve it!
Finally, after a large group of people surrounded them and destroyed several walls, Eric Bailey relented. “I, Eric Bailey, receive it with both hands!” These few words seemed to be spoken through clenched teeth, as if he had exhausted all his strength in his lifetime to say them.