Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose) novel Chapter 2041

"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.

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.

Jordan knew 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 put up.

Baby Robbie stared at the clock on the wall, stretched out five fingers, and began counting. "Five, four, three, two..."

When he counted to one, Grand Old Master Yorks rushed in in a 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 which is fake?"

Baby Robbie responded, "One is the real Sandra while the other is Nephele. I don’t know which one of them i s real and which isn't. Why don’t you explain to me the combat skills 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 in the back courtyard is great at using poison."

Baby Robbie mulled it over. "The one in the front courtyard is Nephele and the one in the back is Sandra."

Grand Old Master Yorks was astounded. "How do you know?"

Grand Old Master Yorks thought that 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 a t the battlefield.