Silvio's most trusted person was Jasper.
Jasper borrowed the dragon robe from Ilia Yarrow, wearing it here every day, something beyond anyone's imagination.
No one could understand why someone like Jasper, who seemed to have no ambition, actually had the greatest ambition.
"I told you before to leave here. Now that you've come back, what are you planning to do?" Julius Reed sensed something was off with Jasper.
Couldn't quite put his finger on it, but it just felt wrong.
"I've only come to take what's mine," Jasper sneered, "Master Lord, I already knelt before you at the Drunken Man Pavilion. Killing someone ends at the head, what do you mean by this now? Are you trying to push me to death?"
"Jasper, watch your words when you speak," Luna said coldly, "Julius Reed has a good temper; I am not good-tempered. Silvio is already dead; you'd best understand your situation. You're still a veteran of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, don't compromise your dignity in the end."
