Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose) novel Chapter 1445

"You don't know Baby Robbie at all, Great-grandpa. Baby Robbie is a kind soul, and the most he will do is fight for injustice. He will never slaughter an entire clan."

Grand Old Master Yorks’ eyes turned cold abruptly.

In other words, Jenson was trying to tell him that it was not Baby Robbie's intention to look for Nine Paintings. Therefore, was the mysterious organization behind Baby Robbie Doomsday's enemy?

Grand Old Master Yorks’ eyes were surging in secret. H e looked up at the hazy sky and sighed. "I've never seen such a brilliant blue sky in Mount Pearl before. I knew a long time ago that Doomsday will one day receive retribution, Jens. I’m not afraid of retribution. I just don't want the innocent women and children in 108 Strongholds to be harmed."

Jenson felt conflicted about Doomsday. He was supposed to hate Doomsday, but because of Greatgrandpa's love for him, this hatred was starting to fade.

"A country has its laws and a family has its rules, Great -grandpa. The evil organization has no right to decide what kind of punishment Doomsday deserves. This should be left to the country."

Grand Old Master Yorks looked at Jenson in astonishment...

As he grew older over the years, he was more and more worried about Doomsday's future. Spencer was a reckless man who would only resort to force when handling Doomsday's matters. He was not pragmatic enough and had confined all their innocent descendants to this mountain. In Grand Old Master Yorks’ opinion, he was holding back the children’s future.

This was a matter that had been gnawing at his heart.

Jenson, however, had pointed him the way in just a few words.

Leave it to the country?

Grand Old Master Yorks was in a great dilemma. He waved to Jenson and said, "Jens, take the lieutenant general token to Yorks Stronghold and retrieve the soldiers. When the sky turns dark, the enemy will grope their way up the mountain. You need to quickly set up a defense.”

Jenson put the token into his pockets and bid farewell to Grand Old Master Yorks.

Both men talked and laughed as they walked toward the spacious and bright living room.

The servant hastened to pour them tea. Grand Old Master Yorks took a sip of tea, then put down the teacup before saying with a solemn expression, "I know you're here for a reason. Tell me, what’s the reason for your visit?"

The scrawny old man suddenly looked embarrassed. I n order to hide his discomfort, he took off his hat and rubbed his calloused palms on the top of his bright, smooth head.

"Um, I do have a request to make, Brother Yorks, but I’m a little embarrassed to say it...”

Grand Old Master Yorks was furious. "What’s there to b e embarrassed about? You're Doomsday’s guardian angel. In order to protect Doomsday, you even lost your wife when both of you worked together to defend the barriers. But it was because of that that Doomsday’s troops were successfully relocated in the end. I, Noel Yorks, will forever be indebted to you."

The scrawny old man let out a proud smile. "If that’s the case, I'll say it, then. Well, Brother Yorks, you know that I've never asked anyone for help, but this time, I'd like to ask for a favor on behalf of Judy."