Sir Ares, Goodnight

"What?" Grand Old Master Yorks stood up abruptly.

However, when he noticed Baby Robbie sitting calmly on the couch, he realized that he, an old man, was not even remotely as calm and unruffled as a child.

Hence, he forced himself to sit back down again.

"Do you have an antidote for the poison, Baby Robbie?" Grand Old Master Yorks asked.

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Grand Old Master Yorks looked dumbfoundedly at him. "Why aren't you anxious at all, then?"

Baby Robbie chuckled. "That's your son, not mine. Of course, I can't feel the same pain as you when you lose your son."

Grand Old Master Yorks was dumbfounded once more. He stood up and rushed to the back courtyard this time.

Jordan and Baby Robbie were the only ones left in the living room. They both stared at each other.

military intelligence division and could retreat completely amid hails of bullets in crisis. He was certainly not a pure and innocent child as the facade he

Robbie stared at the clock on the wall, stretched out five

in in a flurry and asked Baby Robbie, "Why are there two Sandras?

don't you explain to me the combat skills of both Sandras?" Grand Old Master Yorks said, "The Sandra in the front courtyard

"The one in the front courtyard is Nephele and the

Yorks was astounded. "How do

conclusion was merely idle theorizing and not the least bit convincing because he

Robbie answered, "It's just

Master Yorks was speechless.

Answer me properly."

or are

came to a sudden realization. "Yes, Sandra isn't good at martial

Robbie continued, "She used to be good at it, but her skills have probably

Robbie would counter everything Grand Old Master Yorks

show me some respect and not pull the rug from under