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.

was shot into the snow in front

his dispirited pupils were enlarged. It

was holding a rare treasure. Only then did he notice

opened the letter and glanced at

The letter wrote:

take the Nine Paintings and come to Noblemen

frame of mind was indescribable

still alive. However, the news of Angeline being held captive immediately took over

bad guy's hand, then he could

hand was crumpled into a tiny snowflake

and Grayson noticed him acting strange and hurried

"Master, what happened?"

his teeth. "Someone

looked at each other. They were pleasantly surprised.

the

other party taste

the kidnappers want the Nine Paintings,