Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose)
Chapter 1275

Carson ran past several strongholds before finding Cole in 48 Stronghold. Cole was holding a hip flask in his hand and was surrounded by a group of pretty girls. "Coley, when are you going to marry me?"

Cole was slightly intoxicated. "Once the first queen of mine enters the door, I'll marry all of you."

The girls giggled continuously. In their opinion, being able to marry a gentle, good-looking young master was a blessing.

They did not care about whether or not they would be his first wife. It was because the lord would treat all his wives well and lovingly, so they were not at all concerned about statuses. Cole was lying on the long wooden bench, looking at the vast sky. The light in his eyes appeared dim.

Perhaps he would no longer have a first wife in this lifetime?

It had been three years now. Angeline must be harboring hatred toward him. Otherwise, she would not have ignored him for this long.

"Once my first wife enters my life, you girls have to welcome her and serve her well for me," Cole suddenly

muttered.

As long as Angeline was willing, he would do everything in his power to compensate her.

The girls were dumbfounded as they playfully landed their fists on Cole's body. "You're such a meanie."

Carson walked over and teased the girls, saying, "Why are you all still hanging around him if you know that he's a meanie? I can be your Carsy as well. Why don't you guys try and love me?"

The girls rolled their eyes at him and snorted. "Pfft!"

Carson was utterly depressed!

Even if the young master had excellent qualities, he was merely one person. Why did all the girls only look at the young master alone? Was it better to be the young master's mistress than another man's one and only wife?

For the first time, Carson questioned the deep mountain's feudal marriage system.

"Stop drinking, Young Master." Carson took the hip flask in Cole's hand and threw it to the ground.

Cole looked at him viciously. "Pick it up. I want to continue drinking."

Carson retorted, "Stop it, Young Master. There's a fight in the Yorks' stronghold."

"Spencer Yorks is there. What are you afraid of?" "This time, it's different. Those six tourists are all secretly martial arts masters. Even the old master couldn't defeat the man." Cole looked at Carson dubiously.

Of course he did not believe that his father was not able to defeat those tourists.

However, he was somewhat surprised that those tourists were martial artists.

It was taboo for those who arrived in the Yorks' stronghold to possess extraordinary martial arts skills.

"Let's go and have a look, shall we?" Cole stood up from the bench tremblingly.

Carson could not help but sigh when he saw his young master's current appearance.

Yorks Stronghold.

After a few rounds of the battle of words between Spencer and Jay, the former felt cursed and berated by Jay's sharp tongue.

Just when Spencer was fuming at Jay, Cole appeared before them.

Spencer hugged his son in tears. "You stinking brat. Why have you just arrived? Your father here is getting suffocated to death by that stinking brat."

Cole looked at the Yorks' stronghold's guards who were all lying and groaning on the ground.

"Who did it?" Carson asked.

Everyone pointed toward Grayson.

Cole's eyes looked Grayson up and down, and ultimately, his gaze fell on Jay.

His keen intuition told him that this man was their leader.

"Dad, why are you lying down? Someone has beaten up your apprentices and guards. Aren't you going to stand up for them?" Cole touched Spencer's shoulder with his elbow.