The members of the Martial Alliance had no idea what Frank and Silverbell were talking about, but they heard the last part where Silverbell agreed to Frank's request of protecting Walter for two days.That was virtually impossible with the power that the mayor of Morhen commanded.His daughter was molested in public, and he was not about to wait two days to retaliate!If anything, Walter would be killed no sooner after they delivered him to the mayor's residence.Even if Silverbell's position seemed to command respect and authority, as a guardian of Morhen—the heart of Draconia—she was basically a glorified bodyguard. She would be punished all the same if she insulted the mayor of Morhen, which was why the members of the Martial Alliance quickly tried to stop her."Absolutely not, Lady Silverbell!""You'd be insulting the mayor of Morhen if you do that… It'll ruin your future!"However, Silverbell knew better than anyone the price she would pay if she protected Walter.Even so,
With those words, Glen turned toward Jet and said, "Gather the blackguards and go to Waver Street with Frank. We need to be serious about this."Frank would rather work alone, but he was not familiar with Morhen and had to agree to Glen's suggestion.Soon, the blackguards were sortied and departed.However, Waver Street was very far from Turnbull Estate, and it was night by the time they arrived.It was certainly a lively place, where people freely mingled, even going at it in the alley.Curses, cheers, and jeers could be heard from any corner, and Frank actually stood out like a sore thumb.He split up with Jet before walking down the street as agreed."Hey, handsome. Wanna hang out?" A flamboyantly dressed woman stood out in the street, winking at Frank with a cigarette between fingers."Come on in! Our ladies are the best!" A middle-aged woman beckoned at Frank."Sorry, I'll pass," Frank said, having no interest, and shook his head as he sidestepped them.At the same time,
Still, Frank had to concede that even though she hid her face, the woman's figure was one that could give Helen and Vicky a run for their money.Her long, fair legs were crossed beneath the table, while her bare belly was flat and her skin smooth. Even her gait alone would set a man's loins on fire, and no average man could withstand her charms—they would fall for her in no time at all.However, while Frank liked women and did not shy from allowing his gaze to linger, he had no time to waste now, especially with Vicky's safety uncertain."Now, now. I know you have plenty of questions, but you must drink this or I won't answer a thing." The woman glanced pointedly at the glass of wine she slid to Frank, her eyes flashing with dangerous desire.Suddenly, her voice seemed to boom with a mystical power as she repeated, "Drink."Frank unwittingly reached out, ready to pick up the glass."Hmph!" He suddenly came to his senses and slammed his hand on the table instead as he snapped co
"Now, now. Watch your words now, Clarity," the leader said quietly. "Ms. Lionheart is an heiress of direct lineage. You will suffer reprisals for your impudent words if the Lionhearts hear what you said."To his surprise, Clarity seemed not to care at all."Heh…" She scoffed, waving him off exasperatedly. "That's enough from you. I'm in a good mood, so I won't hold your intrusion against you just yet. However, I like this man, and I've decided no one gets to lay a finger on him as long as he's on Waver Street. Now get out.""What?"The leader was hesitant, clearly fearing Clarity.Why else would he and his men be trading glances, clearly hesitant about their next move?"Hah!"One of the goons—a peak Birthright rank— trode up, pointing at Clarity as he snapped, "You're Talnamese, so don't push it! We will have Frank Lawrence, and no one says no to the Lionhearts!""Exactly! If you want to stay on Waver Street, move aside! Stay out of Lionheart business!""We will have Frank Law
Clarity then slid a note to Frank, and the little piece of paper carried her distinct perfume too. "Here's the address," she said. "Go there and see for yourself, though it depends on your ability whether you find what you need.""Why are you helping me?" Frank asked, glaring coldly and skeptical that she had really taken a liking to him."Oh, why won't you believe me? I've been in love with you for the longest time," Clarity giggled bewitchingly. "Naturally, I might have favors to ask in the future… So you can consider this my investment, Mr. Lawrence. Think of it as just owing me one."Frank stayed silent for a while before asking flatly in return, "Are you so sure I'll return the favor?""Hehe. You're a man of your word, handsome. I know that better than anyone.""Hmm. In that case…" Frank picked up the glass of wine and chugged it. "I'll owe you a favor and return it some other day!"Clarity watched as he turned to leave, giggling. "Hehe… What a nice man. Be careful, Vick
Frank snapped at the Turnbull blackguards coolly, "You were sent here, so you should be doing the Turnbulls' bidding as told. I don't care what prejudice you hold against me, but my plan is the best in this situation. So unless you have a better plan, shut up and do as you're told!"While Frank's attitude drew much shouts of disapproval from the Turnbull blackguards, Jet was holding his gaze and said firmly, "I believe Mr. Lawrence's plan makes sense in this situation. We have the numbers, and splitting up makes searching easier.""But…""No buts," Jet snapped, his brow easing as he said quietly, "This address is close from here. The sooner we secure evidence, the sooner we'll be able to assist Mr. Lawrence."Turning to level an impassive stare at Frank, he asked, "Right?""Right." Frank nodded."Good. Let's move!" Jet waved, and all the Turnbull blackguards hurried to the address Frank provided. Frank himself hurried to Jundo Showtown.-Meanwhile, Vicky had arrived outside
"Let her go." Sif waved, gesturing for the bodyguards to release Vicky.However, the advantage was all too clear, and Vicky would not resist unless she was stupid.And just as Sif had expected, Vicky did not push her luck and stared at Sif fixedly instead."Don't give me that look now, Vicky." Sif smiled in amusement. "I'm just repaying the humiliation I suffered at the hands of your family.""Humiliation? What humiliation could you be talking about?" Vicky laughed coolly. "If I recall, aside from keeping you confined, we offered you the best hospitality and saw to your every need.""Exactly! You confined me, and that's an insult to me and the Lionhearts!" Sif bellowed, though her expression quickly eased. "Things shouldn't have gone this way, Vicky. You should've become my sister-in-law… We really had a good chance of becoming family.""Forget it." Vicky snorted. "Titus is a wolf in sheep's clothing, conspiring to have my whole family killed. Do you think I'm as stupid as you ar
Sif was clearly determined to humiliate Vicky. Even though Vicky did not move, she remained nonchalant. "It's fine if you don't do it yourself. I have all the time I need… but I wonder how many rounds of torture would your father survive?"Then, turning to one of her bodyguards, she asked, "Jimmy, is it true what they say, that the Martial Alliance are really good when it comes to torture? Tearing off the nails is apparently basic… They'd pour wine down eye sockets and flay their victims… Oh, the horror!""Yes, Ms. Lionheart." Jimmy smiled. "With all the martial artists they have, they can make sure that the subject would keep breathing as long as they want. Talk about letting her father die by a thousand cuts—""Stop!" Vicky cried, overwhelmed.She could still see her father's kind smile in her mind, and she knew her father—he was never a pervert, and he had definitely been set up.And she certainly knew who did it too, but she just did not have proof.Even if she hated Sif to t