“Dad, I didn't… I didn’t do anything...

“Uncle Jason called to ask me where the sword I used that day had come from...”

Quill scratched his head and was mildly surprised.

“Then where did you get it from?” Jon frowned slightly as he looked at Quill and asked.

His intuition told him that this matter... might be a little complicated.

Otherwise, given Jason’s status, he would never have taken it so seriously.

“It’s… I got it from a beggar...” Quill’s eyes lowered slightly as he coughed and answered.

Slap!

Jon stepped forward and slapped Quill with a backhand.

“Be honest!” Jon snorted coldly, glared at Quill, and cursed.

No one would knew a man better than his own father. Would he not be able to sense Quill’s odd behaviour?

“Dad... Actually, I got this sword from the Quinn family.

“Do you know who Sean is…?”

Before Quill could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the waving of Jon’s hand.

“The Quinn family... So that's what happened.

“Old Master Quinn, Levi Quinn, served in