Golden Goat Herolf stared at the bandits' banner. After hesitating for a moment, he finally said in a low voice, "This bandit gang belongs to Arsène Lupin Robin."
Charlotte asked, "What is so special about him?"
The black dragon covered his eyes and said, "Head of the Mecklen Family! He is Zimmerman's uncle."
Charlotte was greatly startled. After quite a while, she finally whispered, "In other words, he isn't here to rob us?"
"Hmm, could he be here to steal his sister-in-law?"
"What should we do about this? Let Princess Axo leave?"
Even Qiudro could not hold back any longer and said, "Head of the Mecklen Family, please give up those weed-like wild thoughts."
"Arsène Lupin Robin couldn't possibly be here to steal his sister-in-law..."
"No, I meant steal the princess?"
The three Saint Rank subordinates fell silent together. Even Golden Goat Herolf wanted to complain, "From now on, I'm an orc!"
Charlotte could not make heads or tails of it. He simply summoned his Demonic Flame Horse, swung up onto its back, pulled Mountain Breaker from the Magic Mirror, and charged alone toward the bandits. He shouted, "Tell Arsène Lupin to come out and speak!"
The thousands of bandits stirred slightly before quickly parting to either side. A handsome man in his forties rode out from their ranks. With a faint smile, he seemed as bright as sunlight. Even Charlotte had to admit that this man was ridiculously handsome, graceful and refined, with the air of a noble young master.
Not every young nobleman had that sort of presence.
At any rate, none of the few Charlotte had killed possessed that elegant, aristocratic bearing.
"I am Arsène Lupin Robin! I am here to rob you. We don't know each other, so there is no need to reminisce. Hand over