Chapter 945 Coral Street Night Market


    Back in his room, Robin immediately began cleaning himself.


    He had always despised the smell of blood.


    He would meticulously wash every inch of his skin after each kill, scrubbing until he felt that the bloodstains hadpletely disappeared.


    He couldn''t stop until he was sure it was all clean.


    Neen minutester, Robin finished his cleansing, changed into casual clothes, and entered the meeting room.


    Anton was already waiting.


    When he saw Robin, Anton quickly stood and greeted him, "Mr. Ramsey, good to see you!"


    Robin gestured for him to sit.


    He then went through his familiar routine, grinding coffee beans by hand and carefully brewing a strong cup.


    Only after drinking it in one go did he finally speak.


    "Anton, you should know why I asked you toe," Robin said, setting his empty cup aside.


    Anton nodded and said, "Master Ramsey, you want to know more about what happened 20 years ago at the first Qacalisle Summit, when your father was involved, right?" Robin ced the cup down, his expression indifferent. "Yes. I''ve seen the records. You were there as his technical secretary.


    "And my father had personally requested you," Robin added.


    Anton recalled, "Yes, Master Ramsey, that''s true. Icked the necessary qualifications to attend the conference or participate in the discussions at that time. "However, during the conference, I did assist your father with his personal matters," Anton continued.


    Robin sat up straighter, watching the nostalgic look in Anton''s eyes. He took a deep breath. "Tell me, after my father arrived at the ind, where did he go, and what did he do?" "Young Lord Dragon stayed on the ind for ten days. He refused every invitation from the ind''s officials and nations, focusing only on the conference," Anton exined. "But the ind''s officials were eager to meet him. They blocked the hotel, waiting for him.


    "To avoid them, Young Lord Dragon would sneak out through the back door of the hotel. "Besides the beach, the ind didn''t have much to offer, and he didn''t enjoy busy ces.


    "So, he asked me to apany him to Coral Street''s night market.


    "In Duskhaven, there was a food street and an antique street," Anton exined.


    "It was a ce where the ind''s poorest residents set up their own stalls.


    "He loved going there. Your father said it was the most rxing ce on the ind.


    "He even said that the next time he visited, he would bring his children and his wife along. Coral Street was a must-see."


    As Anton spoke about his father, Robin felt a rare sense of closeness.


    His father''s down-to-earth nature surprised him.


    Despite his busy schedule, he found joy in simple pleasures.


    Anton,pletely lost in his memories, didn''t notice Robin''s thoughts.


    "That time, Young Lord Dragon bought many local souvenirs from the ind, saying he wanted to bring them back for all three of you. "Even though the items were inexpensive, worth only a few dors, he was delighted by them. He acted like a child enjoying a gift.


    "If you didn''t know his position, you''d


    never guess


    was the Warlord


    Supreme, the most powerful man in the world. No one would know hemanded the Golden Dragon Guard, the strongest army in the world.


    UAS


    "During those ten days, he went to Coral Street''s night market nearly every night.


    "And something else happened during that time."


    Robin looked at Anton, intrigued. "What happened?"


    "The day after Young Lord Dragon arrived for the summit, he suddenly fell ill with a strange fever. It was awful that he couldn''t think straight.


    "Your father was very skilled in medicine," Anton continued, "but this fever was beyond his control.


    "Whether it was the climate or something else, the fever just wouldn''t go away.


    "Even though the attending physician brought the best fever-reducing medicine, it didn''t help.


    "On the fifth night of the conference, despite his fever, Young Lord Dragon insisted on going to the night market.


    "We arrived at a small stall known as Elodie''s Lasagna.


    "It was run by a young couple, Ambrose and Dahlia Clem, and their daughter, Elodie. Elodie was only two years old at the time, and she would be about 22 now.


    "They named the stall after their daughter.


    "After having one serving, Young Lord Dragon loved the taste.


    "Ambrose noticed he wasn''t feeling well and asked about his fever. When he learned Young Lord Dragon had been ill for days, he added a special ingredient-a ster-into his second serving ofsagna. "Miraculously, after finishing that, Young Lord Dragon''s fever dropped that night.


    "Being a man of action, he returned to the stall the next day, found the couple, and gave them one million dors to show his gratitude.


    "But the couple refused to ept the money.


    "In the end, Young Lord Dragon gave their daughter a pair of Emberleaf Fans as a token of thanks.


    "These fans had been a gift from Sergio Curnow and his wife Jenna; he was the first Thalrex Order''s special envoy. The fan was a gift that the couple customized for` Young Lord Dargon''s children-you and Ms. Renee.


    "At the time, Young Lord Dragon didn''t have any other essories on him, so he gave the fans to Ambrose and Dahlia as a sign of his gratitude.


    "The couple was moved by his insistence. Eventually, they epted the gift.


    "He told them that if they ever visited Draconia, they shoulde to Dragon Manor, and he would show them around; the fans could serve as the token.


    "However, after the conference,


    Young Lord Dragon returned home, and there was no word from him


    again. Ambrose and Dahlia also met


    disappeared from our lives. I doubt they ever went to Draconia on contacted your father.


    "This time, when I returned to Qacalisle Ind, I saw that the Coral Street night market no longer existed. Now, only a few poor locals asionally set up stalls to make a living.


    "The Market Regtion Department on the ind is very strict. They can fine or even imprison anyone who sets up a stall without permission.


    "These poor people have it hard."


    Robin furrowed his brow at the mention of the department.


    "Is the director of the Market Regtion Department named Cuthbert Avington?"


    Anton paused, surprised. "Yes, that''s right. He even sent us an invitation this afternoon to attend a grand banquet at his estate tomorrow."


    Robin smiled and said, "Alright then, let''s head to Coral Street and see if we can find Ambrose and Dahlia again."