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 ughter an entire n."
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 itsws 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.
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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.
"Goodbye, Great-grandpa."
Grand Old Master Yorks returned to his mountain vi with a heavy heart.
At the door of the vi, a tall and scrawny old man was pacing back and forth at the door for a long
time.
When he saw Grand Old Master Yorks, he came forward while beaming from ear to ear.
"Brother Yorks," the scrawny old man addressed him i n a friendly and natural manner.
When Grand Old Master Yorks saw the scrawny old man, his stern and solemn expression eased
up as he cried out in surprise, "Dear Lord, Zechariah! What brings you here? You haven’t turned up
to y chess with me for so long. I heard that you’ve made a fortune selling rough stonestely, is
that true?"
"Thanks to you, Brother Yorks, I''ve saved some money and am nning to prepare a decent dowry
for my little girl." The scrawny old manughed.
Both men talked andughed 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 difort, 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
sessfully 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."