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.

that Baby Robbie was once a Rank 5s secret agent in the 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

stared at the clock on the wall, stretched out

Old Master Yorks rushed in in a flurry and asked Baby Robbie, "Why are there two Sandras?

both Sandras?" Grand Old Master Yorks said, "The Sandra in the

mulled it over. "The one in the front courtyard is Nephele and the one in

Yorks was astounded.

Robbie's conclusion was merely idle theorizing and not the least bit convincing

"It's just

Yorks was speechless. "You

Answer me properly."

Robbie replied, "Only those who don't know martial arts or are

sudden

be good at it, but her skills have probably been neglected after

Yorks said, and the servants could hardly contain

show me some respect and