The Deadly Assassin Robin novel Chapter 1349

Everyone in the banquet hall of Gyro Castle sat frozen in place, not daring to utter another word.

Evander, the head of Gyro Castle's city guard and a High-tier Warrior of the Black Faith Order, had been sent flying by a single slap from their guest. No one could've predicted such an outcome.

Even the top martial arts expert of the Black Faith Order couldn't knock Evander away with one strike.

Those present estimated Evander had been thrown back nearly a hundred feet.

Even though he was a High-tier Warrior with strong resistance, that kind of force was enough to cause serious internal injuries.

After a moment of stunned silence in the grand banquet hall, everyone immediately stood up, lined up, and bowed deeply before Robin.

"Greetings, Master!"

Caius was especially shaken, falling to his knees before Robin to apologize profusely for Evander's offense.

Gyro Castle's high-ranking officials and wealthy elites scrambled to get close to Robin, eager to curry favor.

Establishing any connection with a leader from the Crownward Syndicate would be the greatest honor of their lives.

Some of them even dreamed of using this connection to climb the social ladder and break into the upper echelons of the Netheris.

But Robin simply waved them off, clearly uninterested in wasting words on their flattery.

Seeing this, Caius quickly said, "Ladies and gentlemen, the Master has just returned from a hunt in the Dark Woods and is quite exhausted. Please, take your seats. Once he's had some wine and rest, if there's time, perhaps we can arrange a formal audience."

Once everyone returned to their seats, Caius bowed apologetically to Robin. "Master, I will make sure Evander comes to apologize and accept punishment for his offense."

But Evander was already gone when he turned toward the banquet hall entrance.

Caius frowned deeply. He knew full well—Evander must have gone to the Black Faith Order to file a complaint.

To have one of their own publicly humiliated by a slap was a disgrace the Black Faith Order had never suffered before.

A confrontation was now inevitable.

Still, Caius didn't want to say it outright. He was curious to see how Robin would respond to the Black Faith Order's impending challenge.

At the same time, he quietly began preparing to offer his own apology and compensation to the Black Faith Order.

When facing powers a hundred times stronger than himself, all Caius could do was survive in the cracks between them.

What followed was a round of toasts and extravagant gifts from the officials and wealthy elite to Robin.

Robin, not wanting to cause too much of a stir in Gyro Castle, kept things brief and quickly ended the banquet.

Afterward, he declined Caius's offer to stay in the castle, opting to lodge at the city's most luxurious inn instead.

Robin and Daphne wandered around Gyro Castle for the next few days, quietly gathering information about the Netheris's Soul Capturing Technique.

But this remote little city offered few clues about such ancient, mystical techniques.

On the fifth day, Robin decided to epxlore more of the Netheris Domain.

They would still need to cross a dozen small nations and dozens of cities.

After packing their things that morning, they prepared to say farewell to Caius.

To their surprise, Caius was already waiting anxiously outside the inn. "Master, Evander has returned with the four guardians of the Black Faith Order demanding an explanation."

Rosha had 28 castles under its rule—more than half of them under the Black Faith Order's control.

Even the castle lords held no weight before the Black Faith's guardians.

Not even the highest local authority could shield you if you offended the Black Faith Order.

Daphne watched the scene unfold, feeling a mixture of disbelief and sorrow.

The Black Faith Order bled these people dry, grinding them into the dust under false promises and blind devotion.

And yet, none of them were forced into it—why did they still thank their oppressors?

Why were they willing to die for them?

"It's become their truth. If they don't bow, if they stop worshipping, they feel lost.

"To them, the Dark Syndicate is their only hope—for redemption, for elevation in the next life.

"The Syndicate dangles a dream of paradise in the afterlife, and they spend this life crawling through the dirt to earn it.

"That's why they kneel."

Caius stepped forward quickly and bowed deeply. "Honored Guardians, on behalf of the people of Gyro Castle, I welcome you all."

Robin's eyes flicked to the four figures seated atop strange beasts—each clad in pitch-black robes and veiled hats, their expressions stony and unreadable.

Their attire was nearly identical to that of the Dark Syndicate, save for one detail—the embroidered emblem of the Black Faith Order stitched at their collars.

"Caius!"

"Hand them over now! If you cannot explain properly, the Black Faith Order will see to their annihilation personally!"