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Robin left the bamboo grove and moved quickly around the side of the cafe, heading straight for the main entrance.

The back courtyard of Lake Dragonia held no more answers for him.

Flint, one of the Twelve Great Warriors of Dragon Soul, was no stranger to danger.

He had surely spotted the two Sakurania assassins the moment they entered the backyard.

Robin recalled how the lights went out as soon as Jack stepped into that room.

The fact that they shut off so quickly meant that Flint's security system had already picked up their

presence.

Robin was sure of his own skills-he knew his movements were nearly undetectable. He'd slipped past Flint and Jack without them ever noticing.

But the fact that he and Joanna had been inside the cafe? That was information they already had Flint and Jack would have figured it out by now, Tonight. Robin was certain he would meet Flint face to face.

Flint had been hiding in plain sight for years, changing his appearance and using new names.

It couldn't just be a simple café. There had to be more to it.

Robin's thoughts raced. Was Flint waiting for something?

A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

Without realizing it, he'd become part of the Dragon Manor mystery.

If Old Fred really had been Dragon Slayer's silent protector, then everything he had done-every step he had taken, even bringing Robin to Draconia-had been intentional. Since his arrival, it had always felt as if someone was guiding him toward the truth, pulling him along a path he couldn't avoid.

And now, everyone he'd met seemed to be tied to it all

What was Old Fred really playing at?

The question hit him like a jolt. He needed to confront him. A trip to Fricana was looking more and more

necessary.

His mind spun with thoughts of Dragon Manor as he stood before the cafe's entrance.

And then, suddenly, he froze.

Robin scanned the room of the cafe. The air was calm, almost too calm, and the faces around him seemed distant-like reflections in a foggy mirror.

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If someone had uncovered Flint's secret, it had to be someone inside Café Lake Dragonia,

Flint had kept his identity hidden for 20 years.

Yet here they were, the Northern Star Sword School, knowing exactly who he was.

The danger was closer than he thought. It was in the very walls of the café.

He didn't hesitate. His fingers flew over his phone, activating his connection to the Dark Web intelligence network. "Find the mole," he typed quickly. "Now."

The response was slower than expected.

The Dark Web team was known for their speed, for their ability to find anything, anywhere.

So how had they missed the fact that Flint Redwood was the owner of this café?

For a moment, there was only silence on the other end. Then, shock gave way to urgency. The team mobilized, diving into the data with everything they had, scouring the café's every detail. Second Floor of Café Lake Dragonia.

Melissa sat at the table, her anger building like a storm. She didn't bother hiding it. Her eyes burned, and her fists were clenched tight.

Marge, watching the tension rise, sighed softly. She knew things were about to get worse. She stood up and moved in front of Joanna, blocking her view.

Joanna, Miss Brenda, we should move. It's better not to cause trouble."

"We came here to relax, not fight."

"They can have the table."

Brenda didn't look ready to give up. She stared at the table, at the pastries and the coffee, like they were her last treasures. "Why should we give up our seats? Who decided these belong to them?" Melissa, hearing the challenge, raised an eyebrow. She sneered, the corners of her mouth curling up. I'll forgive your ignorance," she said, her tone cold. "You're young, so I'll explain. Here's why you should leave." "Because I'm richer than you."

"I'm from the Fields family, one of the five great houses of Brighton. What about you? Who are you?"

"I have connections. People know me. A lot more people than know you."

"Tm friends with the sons and daughters of Brighton's Royal Houses. Do you even know any of them?"

"And most importantly, I want this table. So get up. Now."

"Now, do you see?"

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"Society doesn't have enough for everyone. The resources go to people like us-elites, nobles. The rest of you? You get whatever's left over."

"You're lucky you even get the scraps we don't want."

"Walk up Dragon Manor Street. At the end, you'll find a market. A bunch of drunks and beggars hang around there. It's where people like you belong.

"Places like this are for us. The classy ones. The ones who matter."

"Get up. Move. Now. Or I swear, I won't waste any more time with you."

"When my friend Michelle and Mr. McKay from the Westeria Residence get here, I'll be done playing

nice."

Robin, standing a few feet away, finally stepped forward. His eyes locked onto Melissa. Is that so? Take that b*tchy attitude of yours and f*ck out of my sight. Wag a little when you leave. At least give us some entertainment, b*tch. Melissa froze. "What did you just call me?"

"I thought dogs were supposed to have good hearing. What, you got a problem with me?" Robin pointed at the waiter with scorn.

"You, get your boss here. I have questions for him. I don't remember establishments like this allowing dirty strays in. For all we know, she might be rabid."

*F*ck out of my sight, or I'll be done playing Mr. Nice Guy"

"Y-You called me a dog?" Melissa couldn't believe this.

None in Brighton would dare speak ill of her, much less insult her.noveldrama

She would not stand for this.

"Please, don't tell me your fragile ego is broken. One more pile of hot sh*t out of that filthy mouth of yours, and it'll be more than your ego I break."

Robin grabbed a glass of milk, but before he could take a sip, Melissa spat in it.

"My word." Robin shook his head. "Everywhere I go, I'm surrounded by idiots. You could've taken the hit and left with dignity, but you just had to learn things the hard way." Melissa let out a laugh, cold and cruel. "Do you even know who I am?" she asked, her eyes narrowing. "I'm the daughter of the Fields family. You'll regret this, I promise."

"If you think you can humiliate me and get away with it just wait. You'll pay."

Robin, calm as ever, slid the milk toward the waiter. "Take the cigarette butts and napkins," he said quietly. and put them in here."

The waiter stared down at the milk, his face blank with confusion. He didn't understand what Robin

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Melissa's eyes flicked over to him. A slow, understanding smile crept across her face. She pointed at the waiter "Yes," she said sharply. Put the trash in the cup. And don't forget to spit in it." The waiter's confusion only grew. He didn't know what to make of this.

Melissa's voice dropped to a harsh whisper. "Don't you know who I am? If you don't do what I say, the Fields family will take care of you."

The waiter froze. He knew what that name meant in Brighton. The name carried weight.

With a quick, disgusted gesture, he pinched his nose and spit several thick globs of yellow phlegm into the milk cup

Then he hurried to the nearby trash can and ashtray. He grabbed a few cigarette butts, then dropped them into the milk.

Finally, he snatched a handful of napkins-streaked with lipstick and mucus-and shoved them into the cup, filling it to the brim with garbage.

The waiter, trembling, carefully carried the milk to Robin. His hands shook, but he didn't dare spill a drop.

Melissa grabbed the cup from him, her smile cold and cruel. "Drink it," she ordered, her voice sharp. you do. I might just forgive the way you've treated me.

Robin didn't speak. He stood still, staring at her. But before he could reply, Marissa stepped forward, her voice gentle. "Robin," she said, "Just let it go. It's not worth it."

Marge, standing close by, agreed. "She's not worth it, Mr. Ramsey. We've been trying to enjoy ourselves. Let's not make a scene."

Melissa laughed, a sound that felt like ice. "What's wrong?" she jeered. "Scared now?"

"Go ahead," she said, waving her hand dismissively. "Drink it. I can't be bothered to argue with people like

you."

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