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.

letter was shot into the snow in front of

had initially been lax and soulless, but as soon as he saw the bead bracelet, his dispirited pupils were enlarged. It was akin to a dead tree

if he was holding a rare treasure. Only then did he notice that there was a

opened the letter and

The letter wrote:

woman, take the Nine Paintings and come

mind was indescribable for a

he saw the bead bracelet, he was utterly thrilled that Angeline was still alive. However, the news of

unwell. If she had fallen into a bad guy's hand, then he could not imagine her

crumpled into a tiny snowflake because of his huge

Grayson noticed him acting strange

"Master, what happened?"

gritted his teeth. "Someone

Grayson looked at each other. They were pleasantly surprised.

get the

the other party

the kidnappers want the Nine Paintings, perhaps