The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

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.

his trance, he saw that Robin's guards had already

Mr. Ramsey to arrange

doesn't make plans ahead of time. If it's

nodded reluctantly, muttering to

doesn't need to bother with connections or arranging

otherwise serene silence.

stopped and

there,

wrong. Could you find it in

ignored her and

"I only spoke a little more than I

not knowing your place," Robin called back without looking, his words drifting behind him as

began to move, Trix

in Felix's car, which was designed like a small

seats were separated from the driver's section, providing a spacious and private

the car was soundproof, without any blind spots, and

Felix

a shrug. "Sorry, Mr. Ramsey,

fully understood Felix's need

take him out from

was the harsh reality-more wealth

the banquet on Qacalisle

Pierre to be Luella's

it's obvious he's not ready yet

not he'll ever be up to the task, only time will

are arriving, and the banquet is

has invited the Spartine Warrior to perform

eyes widened

invited

the Spartine

Qacalisle Island?

QUMS

Spartine

"Yes, he's on the

the South Panacea Ocean, was a legendary group of martial artists. They were similar to the

League held a tournament to choose

top warrior was the

bravery, unshakable determination, and

warriors possessed skills far beyond

Ugosea and the South Panacea Ocean, they

families from the South Panacea Ocean