The Deadly Assassin Robin novel Chapter 1263

Aboard the Beast Fleet.

Robin, Franco, Jack, Elliott, and the others stood together, gazing toward the distant horizon where thick plumes of smoke rose into the sky. They exchanged a brief look, a silent understanding passing between them.

Franco exhaled deeply, his sigh full of regret. "This calls for a strong drink to match the mood!" he muttered.

Lussen stepped forward, his voice steady. "General Whalen, I'll have it arranged immediately!"

A few soldiers hurried from the mess hall, quickly returning with vodka and roasted beef.

The entire Beast Fleet crew gathered on the deck, facing the relentless sea breeze as they lifted their glasses, drinking deeply.

As the alcohol began to take effect, Franco let out a deep, hearty laugh.

He walked up to the railing, staring out at the endless expanse of Panacea, feeling an overwhelming rush of passion in his chest.

Twenty years—nothing had ever felt as thrilling as this moment!

Fury boils within me, wild and untamed, as if to tear the crown from my brow. I stand at the railing, watching the rain fade into silence. With a deep breath, I throw my head back and let out a long, sorrowful cry into the heavens, my heart burning with a fierce longing. Thirty years of triumph have turned to dust, and the long journey of eight thousand miles stretches before me, bathed in the soft glow of the moon and clouds. Don't let time slip away, for youth is fleeting, and all that's left is the bitter sting of regret.

The shame of Varian's fall still clings to me, unavenged, like a shadow I cannot escape. When will the bitterness fade? I ride my steed, charging through the shattered peaks, my heart set on redemption. My hunger calls for the enemy's flesh, my thirst will be quenched with their blood. I will rise again, to reclaim what was lost, and return to the capital, to stand before the throne of the Emperor once more.

The song, "The Wrath of the Fallen", along with the vodka in everyone's hands, intensified the moment.

As Robin watched Franco's blood-stained back, though older and worn, still brimming with passion, he knew that this Great Warrior of Dragon Soul deeply longed for Dragon Lord and Young Lord Dragon.

Ever since that mysterious, fog-shrouded farewell at Southmere Mountain, there had been no trace, no word, nothing.

What had really happened two decades ago?

No one knew, and no one dared ask anymore.

After several rounds of drinking, Lussen and the officers of the Beast Fleet stood respectfully before Robin. "Divine Drakebane, the mission has been completed. From this point on, we will continue to serve under your command in the Beast Fleet."

Robin scanned the battle-hardened mercenaries, many of whom had seen their fair share of naval combat. "Alright then! Anyone who wishes to leave is free to go. No severance pay. Those who want to stay, your wages will be doubled.

"Those leaving, report to Lussen.

"Beast Fleet, you have three days to rest. After that, we set sail for South Panacea Ocean, Rouves Island, to eliminate the Shepherd and their allies!"

"Understood!" Lussen and the entire crew responded, not a single person left.

These seasoned mercenaries were sharp. What would it be like to follow Divine Drakebane? The power and prestige he offered were beyond their wildest dreams.

And with wages doubled—who could pass up such an opportunity?

Robin tossed aside his empty glass and addressed the mercenaries.

"Since you've all chosen to stay, listen: Anyone who disobeys my orders, I'll execute without hesitation!

"Now, return to your posts and wait for my orders."

The mercenaries scattered to their duties.

Weakened by blood loss, Franco finally collapsed, his body trembling as he sank to the ground.

Elliott rushed to his side, holding out a cup of water from the Snow Dragon Pool. "General Whalen, drink this spring water!"

"Please, General Whalen, drink up. We'll face more challenges ahead when we return."

"Come on, buddy, drink it. Master Ramsey still needs us," Jack urged, lifting the water to Franco's lips.

Franco drank it in one swift gulp.

Robin and the others took a short rest before boarding a small attack boat that headed toward Draconia's eastern waters.

Jethro, Reggie, Chace, and the rest of the officers were already waiting to greet them, ready to welcome the returning heroes.

Robin and his crew boarded the flagship of the eastern waters Coast Guard.

Jethro clasped Robin's hand tightly. "Master Ramsey, if you hadn't been there today, Maverick wouldn't have made it."

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