Chapter 390: Marco Is Too Brutal! (7/8)
The power of authority and money was undoubtedly astonishing. In just half a month, a magnificent palace complex had risen on this beautiful island.
At this moment, in the spacious main hall.
The gazes from the throne and the foot of the steps quietly met, while a beautiful, ethereal melody drifted through the air.
Listening to this familiar tune, one that seemed to come from the depths of her soul, Robin looked dazed, as if she had returned to ten years ago.
"Lord Apophis, do you remember me?"
"I have some impression. You were the first person ever to dare barge into my room."
Robin pressed her lips together and sincerely offered her thanks. "Lord Apophis, thank you. I hope you won't mind that it took me ten years to express my gratitude."
"You don't need to thank me. I didn't hold back back then. The fact that you survived was because your own will was resilient enough."
Robin said nothing. During all those years of fleeing, she had grown accustomed to deceit and trickery, and had endured far too much betrayal and deception.
Words as straightforward as Apophis's instead made her feel a sense of security.
What was more, her actions back then could be said to have used Apophis as a shield. The fact that he had not killed her outright was already more than merciful enough.
Thus, Robin quickly corrected her position. "Lord Apophis, is there anything you need me to do?"
"You've probably guessed it already. I sought you out, of course, because of that Void Century," Apophis said.
Robin was somewhat surprised. "The Void Century? Not the Ancient Weapon?"
In her view, shouldn't a Great Pirate like Apophis be more interested in the Ancient Weapon?
"If you're willing