Sir Ares, Goodnight

Night had come!

Jay wandered along the deserted and lonely street, his physical pain not able to overcome the grief in his heart.

He had walked around the little Peach Blossom County numerous times and seemed to be endlessly going in circles.

Grayson was utterly worried. "He has injuries on his body, and he's refusing to eat or drink anything. If this goes on, his body will collapse."

Storm said bitterly, "Master Ares is looking for the madam."

He thought about how he was exactly the same way when he lost Baby Robbie back then.

Grayson's eyes turned wet. "But the madam is dead."

Grayson wanted to step forward to dissuade Jay, but Storm stopped him. He said, "Let him be. He's being this way because he still has hope in his heart. Even if the chances are slim, at least he's willing to stay alive because of it. If we destroy this hope, I'm afraid he won't continue living any longer."

Grayson sighed.

At this moment, a slingshot was hidden in the dark.

bracelet tied to a letter was shot into the snow in front of Jay

as soon as he saw the bead bracelet, his dispirited pupils were enlarged. It was akin to a dead tree

a rare treasure. Only

and glanced

The letter wrote:

the Nine Paintings and come to

frame of mind was indescribable

he was utterly thrilled that Angeline was still alive.

was unwell. If she had fallen into a bad guy's hand,

his hand was crumpled into a tiny

him acting strange

"Master, what happened?"

gritted his teeth. "Someone has

looked at each other. They

the Nine

the other party taste the price

Grayson was stunned. "If the kidnappers want the Nine Paintings, perhaps