"Am I really not Silvio Reed? Am I Silvio Reed or not?"
Julius Reed felt a bit bewildered by what Shadow Kims had said.
The reason for his uncertainty was that his previous memories seemed to have been erased.
It's like asking a child about events before their first birthday; they probably can't recall much.
Even if the child had been a prince, abandoned on the streets, they wouldn't remember being royalty.
They would only think of themselves as a commoner.
Shadow Kims's words left Julius Reed doubtful once again.
He touched his face; there was no mask glued on it.
If he really were Silvio Reed, Dragon Dance would definitely recognize him.
Overthinking it.
Picking up the phone on the table, Julius Reed called the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance.
"Notify Mont, saying that Prophet, along with Trent Marsh, has gone to the Dusty Platform. Trent Marsh is unwilling to cooperate, and the result might be that Prophet kills Trent Marsh."
"Is that all, Holy Master?"
