The Deadly Assassin Robin

Chapter 922 The Spartine Warrior

Kolton breathed a sigh of relief at Pierre's action.

Until now, he had genuinely feared that Pierre might make the same mistake as Abner, acting impulsively and sealing his own fate without realizing it. He bowed deeply to Robin.

"Mr. Ramsey, Pierre has kept his word, but he has still offended you. Please, forgive him."

Robin glanced at the dejected Pierre. "I'll remember this. We'll discuss it later."

"We're leaving now," Luella said, linking her arm with Robin's as they headed toward the waiting cars.

Under the brilliant sunlight, Robin's tall figure seemed to fade into the horizon, becoming something almost mythical.

The crowd stood frozen, eyes wide, witnessing the unfolding scene.

The world is full of wonders, yet I've never truly grasped it.

How could there be such vast differences among people, all of them human?

It all comes down to perspective.

The nobility and pettiness are visible in even the smallest actions.

A gentleman does not make a noise, and the truly great do not argue.

They are unmoved by power, unafraid of the weak, indifferent to wealth, and unconcerned with fame.

What we are witnessing is a real-life example of wisdom, courage, and compassion.

It was said that beautiful women admire talent, refined ladies adore gentlemen, and the most beautiful love heroes.

At this very moment, Luella, glowing with unmatched beauty, clung to Robin's arm. Her gaze, fixed ahead, occasionally stole a glance at his strong, handsome face.

Her emotions swirled-joy, anxiety, shyness, and a deep, unspoken affection-all mixed together.

It was a scene so captivating, so perfect, that those around them couldn't help but feel envious to the point of tears.

Felix slowed his pace to stay behind Robin and Luella.

His previously humble demeanor was a stark contrast to the leader of the first noble family.

He now resembled a devoted servant or a butler, trailing quietly behind them.

Cyril stood still for a long time, momentarily forgetting he had planned to introduce himself to Felix.

When he finally snapped out of his trance, he saw that Robin's guards had already blocked his way.

"General Quintana, would it be possible for Mr. Ramsey to arrange a casual meeting sometime? A simple chat."

Jethro smiled politely and responded, "Mr. Higgins, Mr. Ramsey doesn't make plans ahead of time. If it's meant to happen, it will. No need to force it."

Cyril nodded reluctantly, muttering to himself.

"Of course, someone like Mr. Ramsey doesn't need to bother with connections or arranging meetups."

"Mr. Ramsey ... "A soft voice called out, breaking the otherwise serene silence. It came from the far edge of the plaza.

Robin stopped and turned to look.

Trix stood there, looking sorrowful.

"Mr. Ramsey, I-I realize I was wrong. Could you find it in your heart to forgive my ignorance?"

Robin ignored her and coldly walked away.

"Why?!" Trix shouted at his retreating form. "I only spoke a little more than I should have did you have to punish me for that?"

"That's the price for not knowing your place," Robin called back without looking, his words drifting behind him as he and Luella got into the car.

As the convoy began to move, Trix stood there, overwhelmed with regret.

Robin was seated in Felix's car, which was designed like a small conference room.

The back seats were separated from the driver's section, providing a spacious and private area.

The rear of the car was soundproof, without any blind spots, and had excellent lighting and ventilation to ensure comfort.

Once the door closed, Felix activated anti-surveillance and anti-eavesdropping devices.

He gave Robin a shrug. "Sorry, Mr. Ramsey, but I need to report something privately."

Robin fully understood Felix's need for safety.

At his level, a bullet could take him out from miles away at any time.

That was the harsh reality-more wealth and power meant less personal freedom.

"Mr. Ramsey, the banquet on Qacalisle Island was organized by Darson.

"It was originally meant for Pierre to be Luella's head bodyguard.

"However, it's obvious he's not ready yet and will need significant training.

"Whether or not he'll ever be up to the task, only time will tell.

"In the meantime, the invited guests are arriving, and the banquet is proceeding as planned.

"For the event, Darson has invited the Spartine Warrior to perform on Qacalisle Island."

Luella's eyes widened in surprise.

"Darson Dale invited the top ten

warriors from the Spartine Wnet

to Qacalisle Island? That's incredible!

"I remember the top warrior from last year's Spartine Warrior Martial Tournament was Nestor. Is he coming?"

Felix nodded. "Yes, he's on the list Darson gave me."

The Spartine Warrior, based in Ugosea and the South Panacea Ocean, was a legendary group of martial artists. They were similar to the martial arts families in the East.

Each year, the Pacific Heroes League held a tournament to choose the top ten warriors.

Being named the top warrior was the highest honor in their world.

It represented unparalleled bravery, unshakable determination, and invincible strength.

These warriors possessed skills far beyond that of ordinary fighters.

In Ugosea and the South Panacea Ocean, they enjoyed tremendous prestige.

Felix mentioned that several reclusive noble families from the South Panacea Ocean would also be attending.

Among them, the Cafferey siblings-ranked first-had close connections with Luella.

They were all former classmates of hers from Ugonland's elite noble school.

Leilani's older brother, Teagan, had been a Seven-Star Warrior at the Spartine Warrior training camp.noveldrama

The Spartine Warrior was divided into three levels.

The top ten warriors made up the first level.

The second level included rankings from One Star Warrior to Nine-Star Warrior Nine-Star Warriors were eligible to compete in the annual Spartine Warrior Tournament for the top ten spots.

The third level was for apprentices, just beginning their training.

Robin listened with a small smile.

He was well aware of the Spartine Warrior's power and influence.

In its prime, even the most formidable forces in the World of Darkness dared not challenge them.

Though they had weakened in recent years, they still remained a force to be reckoned with.

Any faction considering a confrontation would have to carefully weigh the consequences.

Felix's invitation of these legendary warriors seemed to have a deeper meaning.

Could the Spartine Warrior be aligned with the Dark Night Alliance?

Or was Darson planning to use these warriors to stir up confusion for his own gain?

Qacalisle Island would surely be buzzing with activity in the days to come.

After briefly introducing the banquet's guests, Felix checked the time.

"Mr. Ramsey, once we arrive at the front, I'll step out and wait for

instructions. I won't attend the ret

banquet.

"Kolton will wait outside, ready to follow your orders."

Robin nodded.

"This time, we'll settle things with the Dark Night Alliance on Qacalisle Island! "And we'll finally put an end to your century-old grudge with Ernst!"