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.

"No," Baby Robbie answered. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

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.

could retreat completely

on the wall, stretched out five fingers, and began counting. "Five, four,

flurry and asked Baby Robbie, "Why are there two Sandras? There's one in both the front and back courtyards. Which one is real and

of both Sandras?" Grand Old Master Yorks said, "The Sandra in the front courtyard is agile. Her moves are so swift that it's hard to catch. The Sandra

the front courtyard is Nephele and the one in

Yorks was astounded.

Baby Robbie's conclusion was merely idle theorizing and not the least bit convincing because he was only sitting in the living room eating fruits without taking a single look at

Robbie answered, "It's just

Yorks

Answer me properly."

don't know martial arts or are weak

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

good at it, but her skills

Grand Old Master Yorks said,

can you please show me some respect