Goodbye, Saintess. Novel

---- Chapter 617 "Sebastian is clearly just a stupid punk who knows nothing. He does not even understand that he should stop these two from throwing their lives away," the old man added. The middle-aged man frowned deeply. "A powerful fighter? Strong enough to defeat both of them? But how would they fare against you?" "They would lose," the old man replied without hesitation. "I know exactly where the few old farts who can truly rival me are stationed. | know their every move, and none of them are anywhere near Sebastian." The middle-aged man let out a relieved breath. "Good God.

That is music to my ears." Malice seeped into his voice. "Then go and capture that punk alive. You will be able to overpower his bodyguard. You are the only one who can accomplish this without fail." The old man stiffened. "Sir, please reconsider. Enbarr is in turmoil. | must remain at your side to ensure your safety." "Sebastian is that man's son!" the middle-aged man said with a heavy sigh as he turned away. "I cannot rest knowing he is still alive and well." ---- His eyes were webbed with red capillaries. Sleep had eluded him for many nights. "Do not worry. Every man has a weakness.

This brat is no exception. | have a female disciple who surpasses those two failures in strength. She is also stunningly beautiful and irresistibly alluring. No man could possibly guard himself against her deadly charm. "When she sets her sights on him... She can kill him the moment he believes he is about to enjoy the night of his life. What help could his bodyguard offer then?" The middle-aged man snickered in satisfaction. "Good, good. You truly are a treasure trove of ideas." "Thank you." The old man dipped his head. "I will have her depart at once.

She only needs to find the right opportunity to enter Sebastian's life." "Very well," the man said The old man vanished into thin air. A sudden shiver ran through me, and the hair on the back of my neck stood on end. | jolted upright in bed, my heart racing. ---- "Yes, Mr. Grimwald?" Jackie asked sleepily. He had only just woken. The chill faded as quickly as it had come. | dismissed it. " Nothing. | must have felt a bit cold. What time is it?" Jackie glanced at his watch. "It is about time. We should get moving." He rose and began packing his belongings.

We had already arranged the venue in advance, so all that remained was to bring the Candors with us. After that, we headed straight for the restaurant. The man we were meeting had already arrived. He stepped forward and clasped my hand with both of his. "Hello, Mr. Grimwald. Well met!" "Hello. | am Sebastian Grimwald," | replied with a smile. The leader of the gang was young. He looked about 30, with a well-proportioned build. He wore a white two-piece suit and gold- rimmed glasses. He appeared bookish and politely reserved. Who would imagine that this man was the head of an underground gang?

"You know him, but what about these two?" he continued. "This ---- is Emin Candor and his wife, Mr. Grimwald's closest friends."