The blindless gaze swept over Juan's body, then lowered again, hands clasped in front of his chest, shriveled lips emitted a strange accent.

"You seem to have something on your mind, Lord Juan, are you afraid of something?" The voice is high in pitch and smooth and rhythmic, like some unknown instrument playing ancient music from a distant land.

The strange-looking stranger asked, walking by Juan's side and walking with the boy outside the convent, and the question quickly made Juan's brow furrow, and he shook his head with disdain and sneered.

"Fear? There's nothing in this world for me to be afraid of......

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