Chapter 601: A Second Life

When Kason opened his eyes at night, someone helped him sit up and brought him a cup of tea that was neither hot nor cold.

He took a sip to moisten his throat. Then, he took another sip. As he raised his eyebrows slightly, someone had already taken the teacup from his hand and refilled it.

A person without living together with him for more than ten years would not have such good rapport.

The rain was still falling outside. The candlelight in the room was dim, and the air was humid. Near the door, a charcoal brazier was burning, trying to dry the air.

"Mr. Vincent." Finally, a choked voice broke the silence. "You have lost a lot of weight."

Kason looked up at him, and after a long while, his lips curled up into a faint smile. "Thank you for taking care of me these days."

Tears welled up in Rex's eyes. "No problem. We will do anything for Mr. Vincent."

"Go to sleep," Vincent said as he handed the teacup over.

"Are you hungry? I'll fix something for you," Rex asked again.

"No need. Just pick an apple by the wall for me."

"Yes, sir."

Rex took an umbrella, walked to the wall, and picked up a few apples lying on the ground. When he returned, he took out a note from the apple that had a bite mark and handed it to Vincent.

There was only one word—Hunting.

Vincent threw the note into the charcoal basin at the door with a hint of ridicule flashing across his eyes. "Since they can't wait any longer, I'll meet their demands."

Rex understood the implication and knew that he was preparing to carry out the plan ahead of time.

Although most of it was related to the Second Elder and Baron, Rex vaguely felt that it also had something to do with the arrival of the little Hulk.

Mr. Vincent must want to finish it quickly so that he could bring the little Hulk out of this place as soon as possible. Unfortunately, according to the guard's gossips, it seemed that the little Hulk had lost her memory.

Back when he was not here, he heard that the little Hulk had accidentally entered this place, but she didn't recognize Mr. Vincent. Rex couldn't feel what Mr. Vincent felt at that time, but he knew Mr. Vincent must be in deep pain.

Rex didn't dare to ask any more questions. After peeling the apple, he waited for Vincent to finish it, and helped him wash up, he could return to his bed to sleep.

...

After Timothy was arranged to stay in Pablo's study, he spent the whole afternoon there. He did not see Pablo again until the evening. She clearly had a lot to say to him, but now, she was treated as a servant as if her mouth was shut, and her hands were tied.

Thinking about it, she pushed the door open and walked out.

It was still raining outside, and there were lanterns hanging under the eaves of the door. She walked through the corridor, in sight of two servants standing at the door of the bedroom. She walked over and asked, "Where is Pablo?"

The servant pointed in a direction.

One of the servants saw Timothy running in that direction and frowned. "Why didn't you say that Pablo is taking a bath?"

The servant shrugged. "Isn't it a good opportunity? If she has ulterior motives, Pablo can just kick her out."

"What if Pablo has other plans for her?" Another servant asked.

He thought about it seriously for a moment. "You have a point."

Soon, they both fell into silence.

When Timothy reached the destination, she only saw a huge "water" sign placed at the door. She guessed it was the place to quench the thirst.

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As soon as she pushed the door, she saw a man come out of the pool wet.

Four eyes instantly met.

Pablo was dumbfounded.

Timothy's gaze slid down. After staring for a long time, she slowly said, "I don't know you were taking a bath. We can talk about it after you're done."

Pablo was still stumped for words.

Timothy had seen his body countless times before, but this was the first time he was standing alive in front of her. Even though he was thin, his body was muscular. His chest and abdomen were covered with scars. Last year, he almost got killed. In the meantime, the wound that was left on his body reminded Timothy that Pablo was the chief of the Emerald Island that was the enemy of the Divine Immortal Island. If she told Pablo where she came from, she would either be held hostage or be killed on the spot.

Janessa said, "You want peace, don't you? But first, you need to win this man's heart and make him fall in love with you. That way, you won't need to find the Goddess. You just need to tell him that if you kill my people, I will take the child in my belly and kill myself. Listen to me, he will definitely kneel and beg you."

Timothy fell silent. Her parents said that when she grew up, they would choose the bravest warrior of the Divine Immortal Island as her husband. She agreed because she didn't know what love was. But when she met Pablo, she realized that there was a chemistry between them, and he attracted her like a magnet. Recently, she had been thinking about what he had said and how to turn it into reality.

She didn't know how to grasp his heart. She just wanted peace and no more wars.

After Pablo stood up, he held a towel in his hand and was drying his silvery-white short hair. Under the dim candlelight, it seemed to be shimmering. He stared at Timothy, and he asked discreetly, "What is it?"

Looking at him, Timothy finally made up her mind to ignore Janessa's warning, and she said, "I am from the Divine Immortal Island."

Pablo's hand paused as he looked at her with a cold gaze.

"You might not remember me. I saved you before." Timothy did not like to lie. She was a straightforward and upright general on her island. However, she would risk anything for this man. "I came here just to ask you if what you said back then still counts?"

"What?" Pablo was still thinking about the identity of this woman. Eliot had indeed told that he was saved from a woman, but he had no memory of it.

"You said that as long as our lords declared a truce, there would be no war in the future. Does it count?" Timothy asked.

Pablo threw the towel to the side and took a few steps forward. A strand of silver hair hung down on his forehead and covered his eyebrows. Complicated emotions were flashing in his eyes. "Who exactly are you?"

Would he kill her?

"My name is Timothy." Timothy tightened her fingers.

"Who is Timmy to you?" Pablo carefully examined her appearance.

"He is my brother," Timothy said huskily.

As she got closer, she saw Pablo had a faint smile, and then he scoffed, "What's up with your family? Your brother is a killing machine. And you are the kind savior. What do you think of me? A prop for your show?"

What was he saying?

His brother was a killing machine?

Eliot?

Timothy's mind was in a mess, but she heard Pablo say again, "For the sake of you saving me once, I'll let you go. But don't come back."

There was a smile on his face.

"Wait a minute, didn't you say if..." Timothy felt a lump in her throat.

"Yes, I said it," Pablo said coldly, "But it's too late."

His eyes were clouded with indifference, and his voice was cold like ice.. "You're late. I've died once, so I won't believe you again,"

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