The Deadly Assassin Robin

Chapter 1348 Forty–Nine Days

Robin agreed to enter the castle as Caius’s guest to gather information about the origins of the Soul Capturing Technique of the Netheris.

Caym had stolen Shirley’s soul, all to trade it for an ancient relic.

Suppose Robin resorted to brute force and tore through the entire Netheris Domain. In that case, it might push Caym and his cohorts to desperate and extreme measures.

In that case, Shirley’s soul might never return to her body.

For the sake of the woman he loved, Robin was forcibly suppressing his seething rage, handling the matter with the utmost caution.

This journey into the Netheris Domain had one objective: retrieve Shirley’s soul intact and unharmed.

Years ago, Old Fred mentioned a method of extracting someone’s soul–once removed, the soul needed to be housed within a living vessel for preservation.

That vessel could be a human, animal, or even a plant.

To ensure Shirley’s soul wouldn’t dissipate, Caym would have forcibly implanted it into another life form under his control.

However, such hosting had a time limit–just 49 days.

After that window closed, one of two things would happen.

The hosted soul would merge with the vessel’s original soul.

Or the vessel’s original soul would destroy the intruder, making resurrection impossible.

Either outcome would mean Shirley could never wake up again.

Wandering aimlessly in search of her wasn’t an option–he had to find her before the time limit was up.

Gyro Castle sits at the farthest edge of the Netheris Domain.

Long ago, this place used to bustle with warriors traveling to the Dark Woods to hunt beasts and pick Bloodshade Fruits. But as time passed, fewer made it out alive–and the place faded into silence.

Caius explained this to Robin.

In recent decades, only few warriors who ventured into the Dark Woods ever made it out alive.

As a result, people gradually stopped taking the risk.

The castle had grown desolate, with barely any outsiders arriving anymore.

Daphne, meanwhile, had been quietly observing something odd–why did the poor people i

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seem content?

They looked like they enjoyed being enslaved, mistreated, humiliated—even beaten down.

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Caius explained to her that this was the doctrine of the Crownward Syndicate of the Nethertz Empire

The syndicate established churches across various regions and mandated that commoners undergo ceremonial baptism starting at the age of five.

According to the supreme oracle of the Dark Syndicate, the lower–class citizens of the Netherts Dam were burdened with heavy sins from their past lives.

As a result, in this life, they were destined to suffer through poverty, hardship, relentless labor, and the obligation to serve the syndicate without compensation.

Only by doing so could they shed the shackles of sin and hope for a better reincarnation, where they might rise above others. noveldrama

Should one defy this fate–seck wealth, reject the syndicate, or violate its doctrines–the Supreme God would condemn their soul to the Soulforge Prison, a place of eternal torment and annihilation.

The lower–class civilians, thoroughly indoctrinated, had come to embrace ugliness as beauty, groveling like dogs in hopes of currying favor with the syndicate. All for the slim hope of a better afterlife.

Robin had already heard of these trash teachings of the Dark Syndicate back on Earth.

But for Daphne, hearing it now was shocking–almost incomprehensible.

She couldn’t understand how these people, deemed ‘sin–ridden commoners, actually believed such absurd dogma.

It was nothing more than a lie crafted by the power–hungry leaders of the Dark Syndicate to justify their

exploitation.

Looking at the masses kneeling in the streets, Daphne was utterly speechless.

All lives are born equal–how could such a thing as noble or lowborn exist?

Like the castle lord, the class that served the syndicate were called high citizens.

They were bound to obey the syndicate’s every order, or else the syndicate–or its clerical enforcers–had the right to execute them.

As long as these high citizens served the syndicate’s elites well, they could live.

Robin noticed that as Caius spoke, the castle’s guard captain, Evander, had a complicated expression–and a glint of killing intent flickering deep in his eyes.

As they chatted idly, Robin and Daphne followed the castle lord’s guards into Gyro Castle.

The structure resembled ancient Earth–style fortresses, with a moat about 165 feet wide outside the gate and walls standing roughly 65 feet tall.

Inside, conditions were visibly better.

Along the way, many commoners were working to repair the roads.

You could see them in intervals all along the streets.

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The roads were clean, unlike the chaos outside the castle, where vendors peddled their wares. Inside, there were none of those vendors.

Whenever the Caius’s procession passed by, the people on either side of the road would immediately kneel.

Faced with such a sight, it was hard not to feel disturbed.

These civilians had been trained into submission like livestock. Their servility had been deeply ingrained in their bones.

It was clear that the Dark Syndicate’s indoctrination had reached every corner of the Netheris Domain.

Once inside the main estate, Caius immediately orders the attendants to bring new clothes for Robin and Daphne to change into.

He then invited them into the grand banquet hall of the castle.

Inside, the long tables were piled high with delicacies from across the realm.

One side of the banquet was filled with Gyro Castle’s officials and wealthy merchants.

Even more prominent among the seats were the elite warriors of the castle–those ranked as High–tier

Warrior.

Just as Robin and Daphne sat down, the castle’s guard captain, Evander, stepped forward.

“Masters, I have a question,” he said

“Lord Virelli claims you come from the Crownward Syndicate. Are you stationed at the main or a regional branch? Please reveal your credentials so we may properly report to the Black Faith Order.”

Caius stiffened and snapped coldly. “Evander! Apologize at once!”

Evander merely chuckled. “Lord Virelli, it’s been 30 years since anyone from the Crownward Syndicate has visited Gyro Castle. Such high–ranking figures–would they really dine with people like us?

“We must be cautious. If those Light Syndicate rebels have infiltrated us by deception, the Crownward Syndicate would have us all executed”

The hall instantly fell into hushed panic.

The Crownward Syndicate’s masters were beings of immense status within the Netheris Domain

Each one was a Peak Warrior

How could such a person show up in a backwater place like this?

Who gave you the audacity to question me?” Robin said flatly, eyes narrowed as he glanced at the muscular captain

The hall went deathly still

Evander flinched but quickly steeled himself. “If you truly are Crownward Syndicate leaders, then you must possess the Syndicate Seal Present it now.

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The roads were clean, unlike the chaos outside the castle, where vendors peddled their wares. Inade, ther were none of those vendors.

Whenever the Caius’s procession passed by, the people on either side of the road would immediately kneel.

Faced with such a sight, it was hard not to feel disturbed.

These civilians had been trained into submission like livestock. Their servility had been deeply ingrained in their bones.

It was clear that the Dark Syndicate’s indoctrination had reached every corner of the Netheris Domain.

Once inside the main estate, Caius immediately orders the attendants to bring new clothes for Robin and Daphne to change into.

He then invited them into the grand banquet hall of the castle.

Inside, the long tables were piled high with delicacies from across the realm.

One side of the banquet was filled with Gyro Castle’s officials and wealthy merchants.

Even more prominent among the seats were the elite warriors of the castle–those ranked as High–tier Warrior.

Just as Robin and Daphne sat down, the castle’s guard captain, Evander, stepped forward.

“Masters, I have a question,” he said.

“Lord Virelli claims you come from the Crownward Syndicate. Are you stationed at the main or a regional branch? Please reveal your credentials so we may properly report to the Black Faith Order.”

Caius stiffened and snapped coldly, “Evander! Apologize at once!”

Evander merely chuckled. “Lord Virelli, it’s been 30 years since anyone from the Crownward Syndicate has visited Gyro Castle. Such high–ranking figures–would they really dine with people like us?

“We must be cautious. If those Light Syndicate rebels have infiltrated us by deception, the Crownward Syndicate would have us all executed.”

The hall instantly fell into hushed panic.

The Crownward Syndicate’s masters were beings of immense status within the Netheris Domain.

Each one was a Peak Warrior.

How could such a person show up in a backwater place like this?

“Who gave you the audacity to question me?” Robin said flatly, eyes narrowed as he glanced at the muscular captain.

The hall went deathly still.

Evander flinched but quickly steeled himself. “If you truly are Crownward Syndica must possess the Syndicate Seal. Present it now.

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“If I’ve wronged you, I will offer a public apology.”

Everyone in the hall turned to look at Robin and Daphnie in confusion.

Even Caius was at a loss–if Robin really were from the rebel Light Syndicate, then Gyro Castle was doomed.

Seeing Robin remain silent, Evander’s voice turned cold. “If you can’t prove your identity, I will have no choice but to escort you to the Black Faith Order for judgment!”

Robin slowly rose to his feet. “Trash like you, who gave you the guts to speak so boldly in my presence?

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With a crisp sound, Evander–the strongest warrior in Gyro Castle and its only Peak Warrior–was sent flying out of the banquet hall by a single slap.

The hall went dead silent, like the breathless stillness of Hell itself.

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