The Deadly Assassin Robin (Tristan Storm) novel Chapter 470

Chapter 470 Divine Drakebane? 

Outside the hotel’s entrance plaza, Robin prepared to board a helicopter with the War Wolf Special Forces, headed back to the Wallaby Mountain Training Center. 

“Mr. Ramsey!” a voice called out from the crowd. 

Robin glanced over to see Jonah waving at him. 

“Oh, it’s you. What brings you to the provincial capital today? Robin stopped and gestured for the officers 

let Jonah through. 

Jonah, excited, explained, “Mr. Ramsey, I graduated from Provence University, and tomorrow anniversary celebration. The school reached out multiple times, insisting I attend 

“Thanks to your guidance on the Southvale project, I’ve made a comeback over the past six months. The school now sees me as a successful entrepreneur, so they want me to give a few talks to the students. They’re also hoping I’ll donate. 

“This kind of charity work feels meaningful, so I thought I’d come. Back when I was struggling. I was too embarrassed to even think about attending alumni events. 

“This time, the school administration mentioned they’d like to start some new youth programs and set up a scholarship fund for promising students. They asked if I could contribute. 

“Considering how much I’ve earned this year, I feel it’s only right to give back to my alma mater. After all. it’s a way of helping foster talent for the next generation in our country.” 

Jonah glanced at Robin and the soldiers around him, puzzled. “Mr. Ramsey, what’s…” 

“Oh, Mr. Ferguson, go take care of your business, Robin replied, nodding toward the helicopter. 

“Ah… right, Mr. Ramsey Jonah sensed there were things Robin couldn’t discuss with him. 

“Will you be staying in the provincial capital for the next few days? If so, I’ll reach out when I’m done, and maybe we can grab a meal.” 

Robin checked the time. “I should still be around. Contact me once you’re free.” 

“All right, Mr. Ramsey. We’ll be in touch.” 

After a brief handshake, Robirf boarded the helicopter, flying off with the War Wolf Special Forces toward Wallaby Mountain Training Center. 

On the southern outskirts of the provincial capital, near Westhill Lake, a military jeep sat parked. The night was still, with only the breeze, lake water, and chirping insects breaking the silence. 

Inside the vehicle, Jack and Wilson sat in tense silence. 

A figure in black swiftly slipped into the car. “Reporting in, General. We’ve received word from Fricana.” Jack immediately opened his eyes. “Let’s hear it. What did you find?” 

The black–clad guard spoke gravely, “The individual strongly resembles the notorious figure rumored on 

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Chapter 470 Divine Drakebane? 

the Fricana battlefield over the past three years.” 

“The World of Darkness gave him a chilling title–Divine Drakebane.” 

“However, the short dagger he wields is not known to have any legends of bloodlust or a ‘Dragon Emblem as claimed on the Fricana mercenary front.” 

“Other than that, most other characteristics match.” 

“He’s also said to be accompanied by someone known only as Old Fred, though his exact age is unknown.” 

No one has seen either Old Fred or Divine Drakebane in person, but the tales about them persist.” 

“This is all the intel we’ve gathered; there’s no further traceable information.” 

“On that battlefield, there’s a saying: Anyone who sees Divine Drakebane is doomed to become wandering soul.” 

Jack and Wilson froze. 

“He truly is a god of death.” 

Jack raised his hand, signaling the guard to leave. The black–clad figure exited the jeep, disappearing into the dark. 

Silence filled the jeep once more.