Sir Ares, Goodnight

As he got closer to the door, he heard the bodyguard losing control of his emotions as he shrieked. "I'm telling you that my young master was murdered! Why don't you believe me?"

"Because there's no other evidence of your room being broken into. There are no other marks or evidence on your young master's body either. So your accusations are not based on anything at all. How are we supposed to believe you?"

"I saw it myself. I even fought him for a while," the bodyguard explained, "He's a thief, and he stole something precious from my young master."

"What precious thing did he steal?"

A glimmer of light flashed across the bodyguard's eyes as if he realized that he had said something he should not have. He lowered his head and remained silent.

Jay knew it. That thief did not come to take that young master's life. He came here for a treasure.

He instinctively put his hand on the left side of his chest. The token that his mother gave him should be in the inner pocket of his shirt.

As Jay felt around, color slowly drained from his face.

That token was gone.

inside Jay's heart. He slowly pieced everything together. When was the token stolen? Who

they got off the plane. That mysterious 'man' had bumped into

his fists tightly. He said to himself, "You'd better wish that you won't run

bodyguard suddenly went crazy the moment the doctors were about to carry the corpse out of the room. The bodyguard stopped them and said, "Where are you bringing him to? He can't go anywhere else. I have to bring him home to where he belongs. My young master's father is still

contagious disease. We have to get him away so that we can carry out

so furious that the veins on his forehead surfaced. "No. I won't let you

startled birds when they heard about the contagious

bodyguard stopping those people from bringing his young master's body away, pity

loyal to

his threats had little effect on them, so he did something drastic. He knocked the doctors to the ground like a maniac and carried his young master's corpse on his back. When he was about to rush out of the room, he was suppressed by muscular

on the

I'm sorry. It's all my fault. I'm

and they locked eyes. All of a sudden, he felt an immense sense of trust toward

met before last night. It was fate that made us cross paths. Can you make a trip to the Yorks' stronghold? Tell Old Master Yorks everything that you know. I'm sure that he will reward you

because the man had just died. In contrast, his immaculate features and his fair, supple skin