The Deadly Assassin Robin

Chapter 946 Elodie's Lasagna

Anton watched the spark in Robin's eyes and understood the emotions that were stirring within him.

Robin had lost his parents before he even turned one.

Despite holding the esteemed title, his longing for his parents had never faded.

Now, standing in a place his father had visited 20 years ago, how he wished he could find a trace of his father's warmth in the memories of that time-perhaps in the places his father had been or the people he had encountered. Seeing the longing in Robin's eyes made Anton's heart ache.

"Master Ramsey," Anton said softly, "I'm afraid ... after all these years, Ambrose and Dahlia may not still be running their stall there.

"As far as I know, they haven't contacted Young Lord Dragon through any foreign affairs channels in the past 20 years.

"After all this time, they may no longer be on the island."

Robin said nothing, his eyes still shining with hope.

He walked over to the large window in the hotel room, gazing at the tranquil scenery of Duskhaven. He let out a light laugh.

"I feel like they're still on the island. Let's go. We might just find them.

"Didn't you tell me?" Robin continued, his voice full of quiet certainty.

"The couple have been native residents of the island for generations. Where could a family like theirs have gone?

"Besides, with the island's great tourism resources, they must be living comfortably here.

"From what you remember, the lasagna business they ran was thriving-why would they leave the island?"

Anton looked at the determination in Robin's eyes and nodded instinctively. "Alright, Master Ramsey, I trust your instincts."

They made their way down to the hotel lobby, where they ran into Kelsey, the receptionist.

She had just finished her shift and was about to head home.

When Kelsey caught sight of Robin's charming face beneath the shimmering lights of the lobby, her cheeks flushed.

In her flustered state, she accidentally bumped into Robin, knocking herself into his arms.

"Oh, I'm so sorry! I-I didn't notice you."

Robin looked at how panicked she seemed, a smile tugging at his lips. "It's alright; I just happened to step out of the elevator at the wrong moment."

Kelsey was caught off guard, laughing nervously at Robin's humor.

She hadn't expected the princely figure before her to be so approachable.

In her hand, she was holding a flyer, which she dropped in her flurry.

Robin bent down to pick it up, noticing the words 'Elodie's Lasagna' printed on the paper.

"Sir, are you heading out for a late-night snack?" Kelsey asked. "If you're looking to try authentic island cuisine, you should check out the Coral Street's Night Market. They have so many delicious snacks." Robin nodded. "We were planning on going there."

He pointed to the flyer. "Is Elodie's Lasagna still at the Coral Street Night Market?"noveldrama

Kelsey's eyes lit up. "Yes, it is! Their lasagna is especially good. After eating it, you'll feel completely refreshed. I absolutely love it!

"Every time I finish a late shift, I pass by Coral Street and always stop to have a bowl of Elodie's Lasagna."

Noticing that Kelsey had changed out of her uniform, Robin casually asked, "Are you off work now?"

"Yes," she replied. "Is there anything else you need?"

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Robin smiled gently, "If you don't mind, would you be willing to guide us there? We'd love to try the local snacks and have some of Elodie's Lasagna."

Kelsey's face brightened with excitement. "I'd love to! The Coral Street Night Market isn't far-it's only a ten-minute walk from here." Robin handed the flyer back to her. "Thank you."

"Thank me?" Kelsey exclaimed, still smiling. "You're treating me to Elodie's Lasagna, and you're thanking me? I'm just happy to be going!" Robin and Anton shared a smile, amused by Kelsey's pure, unguarded enthusiasm.

"Let's go then." Kelsey's heart raced. It had been a long time since she had felt so happy.

The three of them walked toward the Coral Street Night Market, chatting casually as they went.

Kelsey's initial nervousness began to fade.

This man, who had seemed so aloof and princely, was actually incredibly kind and warm-more so than anyone she had ever met.

She felt a sudden burst of energy, as if she had taken some sort of excitement booster, and she couldn't stop talking.

"Is this your first time on Qacalisle Island?" She asked. "The Night Market used to be the most vibrant place in Duskhaven.

"During holidays and at night, the market would be filled with tourists and locals, all strolling around and enjoying the food.

"There are so many foods and trinkets, you couldn't even count them.

"Native residents run all the stalls here. They sell the island's most unique and delicious snacks.

"You know, my parents used to run a stall here too, but they passed away."

As she spoke, Kelsey's eyes glistened with unshed tears.

"Five years ago, after the Cattells took over the island, Coral Street stopped being as lively.

"They set up a Market Regulation Department to control the street vendors. They strictly prohibited anyone from selling on the streets.

"Now, anyone who wants to sell food or goods has to do it inside the market they've built.

"However, the high rent and commissions make it unaffordable for the vendors, leading to their refusal to relocate.

"Many of the local residents can only sneak in at night to sell their goods.

"My parents...three years ago, during one of the market clean-up inspections, they were chased by the Market Regulation Department's enforcement team. My father died of a heart attack from the stress, and my mother died of grief shortly after.

"Those Market Regulation Department people are horrible. They are mistreating the vendors. Those people are worse than animals. "All the vendors hate them with a passion."

Robin stopped walking, noticing the fire in Kelsey's eyes. "So, you have market management here too?

"Qacalisle Island is a private island, but it's been developed into a tourist spot, and now they're using force to control the markets."

Kelsey nodded. "Yes. They just want to squeeze money out of the vendors. It's all for profit.

"They're like devils. As long as these devils are in charge, the island's residents will never have a good life. They deserve to rot in hell!

"Everyone is aware that the director overseeing the market's order, along with his family, has constructed a food malt hear the beach. He wants

all the vendors to move there and pay rent, so he can profit from them.

"But the rent there is incredibly expensive.

"Even if you sell food all day, the money you make isn't enough to cover the fees for the market.

"But the Avingtons keep saying they're doing this for the benefit of all the island's residents." Kelsey's voice brimmed with sarcasm.

Robin smiled wryly.

"For the benefit of the residents? Haha! Another grand excuse."