"Exactly. I too think that Mr. Lawrence's explanation makes sense," the soldier who was driving added."What, are you interested in traditional Draconian medicine too?" Frank chuckled.He was feeling relaxed since he no longer had to bother himself with the Quills' troubles and was cheerfully making small talk with the two soldiers escorting them."Haha! Please don't put me through the wringer, Mr. Lawrence."The soldier driving the buggy shook his head, chuckling. "I've been frequently injured myself and have only learned a thing or two since I visit the doctor all the time. But I'm still nothing compared to you."Then, pointing at his comrade, he chuckled, "That said, you shouldn't underestimate this man now, Mr. Lawrence. He's the treasure of Quill Manor!""Really?" Frank glanced at Winter and Jean, who were both smiling. "How so?""Oh…"The soldier riding shotgun scratched his head. "It's just a moniker that my comrades gave me. Like I said, I only know a thing or two, b
"Hehe…"Winter hid a smile behind her hand, not at all surprised. "Like I said, Frank is the best healer in Draconia right now. There's nothing he can't diagnose.""Mr. Lawrence… you have such profound insight," the soldier who was driving said vaguely, as if not keen to be reminded of his hip injury."Steady. Just don't move," Frank said and poked the soldier's hip, infusing him with a strand of pure vigor.The soldier immediately felt as if he was bathing in hot water, relaxing his hip—a feeling that he had not had for years.Frank soon withdrew his finger and patted that spot. "There. Done.""Wait, what?"The soldier almost winced by instinct, because his hip hurt terribly whenever it was touched.But now, Frank was basically smacking it… and he was perfectly fine and did not feel any discomfort at all!"My hip…"The soldier brought the buggy to a screeching halt before turning in shock toward his hip. He first poked it before smacking it as he exclaimed, "H-How did you
"Rex Quill?"Frank frowned—this was his first time hearing that name."Why did you have to blab?!"Eric shot an accusing look at Tim, shaking his head. "Please, Mr. Lawrence. It's just rumors and speculation among the servants. Don't take it too seriously…""It doesn't matter. The governor's days are numbered," Tim retorted, determined. "And how long do you think we could live like this, Eric?"That was enough to shut Eric up, and he once again looked troubled."Mr. Lawrence."Tim then saluted Frank respectfully. "You're the kindest and most polite scion I've ever met, and you aren't dismissive of us underlings at all. I won't lie to you—Eric and I were war orphans who lost our father to the war."The governor took in many children like us—children of his lost comrades, allowing us to reside in Quill Manor and train martial arts with his sons. But…""But as you can see, the Quills think of us as peasants, a bunch of homeless kids begging for alms."Eric finished the sentence
Moreover, Frank still intended to rebuild Mystic Sky Sect, and a path in martial arts always diverged from a career in politics.It begged the question—knowing how rotten things were inside Quill Manor now, and as Governor Quill's maternal grandson, could Frank really just stand aside and do nothing about it?The answer to that was yes.Taking a deep breath as calm returned to his visage, Frank said, "Tim Cox, Eric Holt… I can sympathize with your troubles, but I have no intention to get involved in Quill Manor's affairs. I have my own things to do, and I won't be staying in Bralog for long."But believe me when I promise that I'll tell Governor Quill everything, and I certainly won't allow some heinous wretch to kill him."Frank's response, however, left both soldiers disappointed—even his promise did not sound persuasive.One might even say it did not stoke morale at all.Trading glances, they both shook their heads at Frank in disappointment. "Mr. Lawrence, we won't push you
After a brief conversation, Frank found out that the brocade mites incubating inside Megan Quill hatched soon after he left.Naturally, that was all thanks to Dr. Georg, Professor Robert's own inexperienced student.The kid had really refused to listen to Frank and injected Megan with the anti-allergy serum. It accelerated the hatching, and as there had been many eggs inside Megan, Frank counted that it would just take twelve hours for her innards to be devoured clean.Meanwhile, Professor Roberts pleaded, "Mr. Lawrence, I'm seriously begging you here—please, save my fool of a student. He's a fool, but he does have some talent… I can't bear to see the Quills kill him off just like that."His pleading left Frank in a dilemma, and he sighed. "Professor Roberts, you probably won't understand the details, so all you have to know is that the Quills refused to let me treat their daughter.""What?!" Professor Roberts shrieked on top of his lungs, and Frank somehow imagined him hopping
Alba then slowly and clearly read the foreign words on the syringe label and soon realized what Dr. Georg was suggesting."Poison…" He breathed a single word stiffly in despair.There was no doubt about it—Dr. Georg could not do anything now, aside from giving Megan a quick death.At least she would die silently without pain with this…"No!!!"Suddenly, Isla Wells, Alba's wife, leapt forward, knocking the syringe out of his hands while bawling at him, "Don't do this… There must be other ways to save Megan!"That much was true, but did Alba have any? Certainly not.When Frank refused to return to save Megan, he was immediately reminded of how Frank had laughed tauntingly before he left. "Megan is so lucky to have you as her father. Hahaha…""Argh!!!"Alba screamed as he tore at his own hair, feeling utter regret right then.In his mind, he was cursing Cara York and his eldest brother endlessly!Frank would not have been driven away if not for them!And his daughter would
However, as soon as Alba opened his eyes, he clearly saw from where he lay that Saul was raising a syringe and thrusting it down at Megan.As his senses returned to him and he slowly realized what his eldest brother was doing, his eyes widened as he bellowed, "Stop!!!"Scrambling to his feet, he lunged wildly at Saul, but the syringe in Saul's hand was already empty.As Alba seized Saul by the collar, he turned in disbelief toward Megan—the brocade mites were still covering her body, but she was no longer struggling or crying in pain.Instead, there was a smile of relief."Saul!!!"Alba punched out like a raging bull at his brother's face, but it was pointless as Saul nonchalantly raised his hand and caught it."Know your place, Alba," Saul said with a snort. "I did it because I don't want my niece to suffer anymore.""No! You just want to be the governor!" Alba screamed. "You did it because you're scared Frank Lawrence would usurp you, and you killed your niece—my daughter—for
Instead, Governor Quill cared most about the families his fallen comrades had left behind, and Alba's wife, Isla.She was the daughter of Governor Quill's best friend, and he had entrusted her to Governor Quill before he died.If she really died, Governor Quill would be incensed.And if he was, not even Saul could do as much as his eldest son, which was why he could not do much there."So? You're afraid, aren't you?'Isla snorted coolly and pointed at her daughter on her deathbed as she yelled, "I'll tell the governor what had happened as it is—that you stopped my husband from getting help for our daughter before personally killing her!""What…"Saul's face fell—Isla would really accuse him!And if Governor Quill were to really find out, all his hard work over the years would go up in smoke, and he certainly would not be the governor!His humiliation turning to rage right then, he strode up and seized Isla by the neck. "You bitch!""Let go of her!"Seeing that Saul had reall