The Deadly Assassin Robin novel Chapter 1364

Robin quickly understood that Varryn was suggesting they keep things quiet to avoid drawing unnecessary attention.

He was sure that Varryn held many secrets, all of which were crucial to maintaining stability in the 18 cities of Rosha.

For now, everything that had transpired today would remain a secret from the Crownward Syndicate outside Rosha.

Since Rita's whereabouts were still unknown and Shirley's soul was likely being coerced somewhere, Robin had no choice but to be patient for the moment.

He slowly turned to Corwin. "I could have destroyed the entire Black Faith Order, but for now, I'll let you live. If you act out again, you won't be so lucky."

Corwin bowed deeply. "Thank you for sparing me. I swear to serve you faithfully for the rest of my life. I'll follow any command you give without question."

Robin stepped on Corwin's shoulder. "Your words mean nothing to me. Just remember this—anyone who betrays me never survives.

"Now, get up. For now, you'll oversee the Black Faith Order. If even a single word of what happened here leaks out, I'll destroy all of Rosha.

"Archmage Varryn, lead the way. We need to talk in private."

Caius, Dante, Kobe, and the rest soon came near Robin.

He shot them a cold glance and walked away.

They realized their earlier actions had cost them this powerful man's trust.

Ryleigh and Alaric stepped in front of Robin and bowed. "Thank you for saving our lives."

Robin pondered for a moment and tossed the Blackfaith Seal toward Ryleigh. "Keep it. I don't need it anymore."

Varryn led Robin and Daphne out through a door at the back of the Black Faith Order. They mounted an exotic beast and rode off.

Half an hour later, they reached a different peak of Mount Zhisall—this one called Light Keep.

A lone pavilion stood at the top, with cliffs dropping away in all directions.

Varryn bowed. "Mr. Ramsey, this is my home. Please come in."

Robin looked at the residence, perched high on the mountain like a place out of legend.

It was the legendary place where the Black Faith Order had locked Varryn away.

Inside the courtyard, the setting was elegant and peaceful.

There were pavilions, curved bridges, and clear flowing water.

The whole place looked like something out of a dream.

Servants and maids moved gracefully, tending to the scenery with quiet care.

It felt completely separate from the dark, heavy world of the Dark Syndicate.

"Welcome back, Archmage Varryn."

Robin noticed how everyone here was stunning—maids with poise and charm, men with sharp features.

It reminded him of the world he came from—Earthend—except for their unusual clothes.

Varryn caught Robin's gaze and smiled slightly.

"Does this place feel strange to you, Mr. Ramsey?"

Robin chuckled. "No. This feels normal. It's the world outside that's lost its way."

Varryn looked at Robin closely. "Let's talk in the inner hall."

They walked together through gardens filled with sunlight, surrounded by greenery and water. Robin finally felt some of his tension lift.

The air here seemed fresher and freer than outside.

They stepped into a spacious reception hall.

Music played softly, and candle smoke drifted through the room.

The courtyard felt peaceful, almost like a breath of fresh air.

Robin watched Varryn pour tea for him and Daphne, his movements smooth and graceful.

A smile crossed Robin's face. "Archmage Varryn, you still carry the elegance of the Lightborn Sect."

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