Timon was sitting on a chair. In front of him lay a man, who resembled a zombie, but the his faint breathing indicated that he was still alive. The head of guards was also standing in front of Timon.
"So can't even enter that room, huh. Well, my father did say that it would be a difficult task." Timon muttered and then suddenly asked, "What about the key? Can't we steal it?"
The head of the guards shook his head. "No, we can't, Young master. That butler George is very strong. Although he still hasn't awakened an element, with his peak two-star strength, he would easily notice me."
Slam-
Timon slapped the armrest of the stone chair and shouted, "Even with Ashton gone; we can't steal that thing. You guys are too useless."
