Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose) novel Chapter 885

Unknowing of the time as it passed, the heat of midsummer had slowly subsided. Nights at the mountain villa became a bit cooler.

Cole was lying down in the outdoor recliner, looking u p at the shining stars above his head. His eyes were chasing after the bright moon.

"Carson, would you say I'm a star or the moon?" Cole suddenly turned his head and looked at Carson who was next to him with confused eyes.

Carson looked up at the bright moon. It was so lonely, s o cold, and so noble.

"Young Master, you're a star."

"Why?"

"As the Old Master said, every one of us in our final days will become a star after our death. To illuminate the way forward for those left behind. Young Master, you're the brightest star," Carson said seriously.

"What about Jay Ares? What do you think is he?" Cole asked.

Carson frowned, wondering what had gotten into the young master today for him to ask these strange questions.

"People who are as cold as Jay Ares and who refuse the people around them will only live in loneliness

forever. Of course, he's the moon," Carson said.

Cole's face sank in displeasure. "But the stars are going to chase after the moon. Do you think I will chase after him?" In his words was unacceptance and obstinance toward Jay.

Carson was a little startled. "Oh, Young Master, this is just a metaphor. It shouldn't be taken too seriously. Young Master rules over the life and death of all living beings. Even the life and death of Jay Ares is in your dominion, so why would you chase after him?"

Cole nodded in satisfaction.

"By the way, are the mortality cards for the coming mission done?" At the turn of the conversation, Cole glared at Carson angrily. "Why do I think you're not too concerned about the mission this time?"

The front was bright and relaxed, while the back was suppressed and dark.

As Cole stepped into the tower building, rows of sensor lights in the dark interior lit up.

There was a sacred podium right at the front, but it was dedicated to the god of death.

Below the podium was an array of tombs and in the middle of them was a sand table with round, thin concentric tombstones inserted into it. There were four tombstones lit with information of the deceased from Bright Moon Village written on them along with their portraits.

The other tombstones were blank except for their names.

These thin tombstones were also called mortality cards.

Once their names were engraved and inserted into the sand table, it meant that their deaths would happen in only three months at most.