Assassin master, some terrifying fellows.
This was Avent's subconscious reaction after seeing Jason's performance.
However, after reflecting for a moment, Avent couldn't help but rise a doubt from deep within: Who is the assassin master?
In his memory, there's not much about these people.
Just a similar title.
My memory... alas.
Avent sighed lightly, and at the same time, he lowered his guard.
He didn't have more complaints. In fact, he was thankful that he could remember some key points.
As for the rest?
He believed that he would gradually remember them.
Even if he couldn't recall, he wouldn't have any regrets.
After all, he had found his son.
Of course, this did not mean that Avent had let go of his hatred.
Towards the 'Sanctuary,' Avent still harbored a bone-deep hatred.
The hatred for the murder of his wife, irreconcilable as heaven and earth.
Therefore, he must do something.
His instincts told him that the 'Sanctuary' would not just let things slide.
"Not bad,"
