Meg shoved Sadie in annoyance. "It's called attraction—tell me, who wouldn't be interested in your gorgeous mentor? Don't you think that I don't know about your intention to jump him too." Sadie shrugged. "Even if I do have such intentions, I never once took action, unlike you, playing the blushing maiden while barely keeping your libido in check. What even is that?"As the two ladies joked around, Frank decided that it was boring for him and went upstairs.Before he got to the top floor, however, he heard Ida Cahn breathing heavily, as if exerting herself.There was another person breathing, but he was calm and steady—he was a martial artist like Frank, and a good one at that.Surprised, Frank quickly kicked open the door to find Ida lying prone on the floor, clutching her throat. Even so, her blood was seeping out from between her fingers as if someone had slit it!Beside her stood a thirtyish bulky man who was around Frank's height, holding a short sword with blood trickling
Peerless Jackt explained, "You wouldn't know this, sir, but I began my journey as soon as you procured the ring. I was late, however, because Pax Jaric did not pass you the emblem, and I had nothing to prove who I said I was."Things are different now, though—Pax told me he gave you the emblem, so I had to come see you. Anyway, I'm yours to command, be it as a messenger or a fighter. If you don't trust me, we can go together to meet the other deputies. It's only right as a formality, while it would also stop me from issuing fake orders in your name."Frank shook his head. "I want nothing. The legion should just stay hidden—that's all I ask for."As she spoke, he tore a chunk of his shirt and walked up to Ida, intending to bandage her.Still, Peerless Jackt strode up before he could, whipping out a small bottle of potion. He poured it over Ida's wounds, and that healed her injury visibly!"Shit, that's amazing!" Ida exclaimed in surprise, candid as ever and not bothered by the fact
Frank shook his head. "I don't get it either. Has there been any precedent?"Peerless Jackt smiled wryly. "All I know is that the hero in the tomb murals was the only one who obtained the power of the Shagan spiritron vein before. It doesn't tell us anything else, and we could only make deductions according to those records."He must've been able to bestow that power upon others at will according to the murals, if it hasn't been altered before."Frank nodded—with all said and done, the only thing that they got out of this was the fact that Peerless Jackt had no idea how to control the Shagan spiritron vein."Doesn't matter," he said. "Given the current situation, every legionnaire must stay away from Shagan. Stay safe in your respective locations.""But you're our master!" Peerless Jackt argued. "How could we allow you to face danger without doing anything about it? You've seen what I can do, and many of the legionnaires are on my level—we can beat those metahumans! Let us aid you
Frank flashed the emblem he got from Pax. "It's a mysterious group called the Cerulean Summit Legion. Their duty is to protect the Shagan spiritron vein and to serve the one it chose."Ida laughed. "Protect the Shagan spiritron vein? It would've been a domesticated kitten if you never came."Frank glanced at his ring and laughed along with Ida.That much was true—according to Peerless Jackt, the ring's actions were its own.Its purpose was simply—to use Sally, allowing its own functions and influence to improve further.Like Sally had put it, being chosen meant immortality, but it did not expect Sally to outwit it, stealing its energy instead of helping find a new master.Despite its humiliation and cursing Sally, everything proved futile, and it was up to Frank to clean up the mess."What good is immortality anyway?" Frank asked, staring at his ring.The ring glowed in a myriad of colors right then, as if to tell Frank how beautiful and diverse the world was, and that immortal
Frank ignored her and called Peerless Jackt, who quickly answered. "Have you arrived, sir? I'll arrange for someone to receive you right away!""Yeah," Frank replied and hung up.Seeing that, Clara scoffed. "What, have you remembered the name of the executive who's supposed to receive you?"Frank ignored her and went over to sit on the couch right then.Clara followed, standing nearby and waiting quietly to see how long Frank would keep pretending.Honestly, bragging that he was taking over the Jarics' estate… How delusional! Was he not worried about biting his tongue with such a big fat lie? He had the looks, but what was the point? Looks did not get you such an expansive family estate, especially for a young brat. If anything, he looked like a mook and not the person who was said to have inherited the Jarics' estate.Soon, the floor manager arrived.Seeing that Clara was just standing quietly near Frank without even offering tea, she strode up and snapped, "What are you doin
Clara spaced out for a moment but soon turned to leave with tears welling up in her eyes. She would certainly fawn all over Frank if she could do it again, but regrets really were inconsequential.Ms. Lewitt then went up to Jada, ready to ingratiate herself. "Don't worry, Ms. Turin. I will—"She did not expect Jada to slap her before she could finish, snapping, "Get out!"Ms. Lewitt was left clutching her cheek in disbelief, until her left cheek started to swell and burn.Despite her haughty demeanor, Jada never laid a finger on anyone—this meant she was furious!As for Ms. Lewitt, she had no chance of keeping her job!On the verge of tears, she sobbed, "Please, Ms. Turin! Let me stay… Let me keep my job!""Let you keep your job?" Jada snorted. "Even if you're innocent, don't you have responsibility for the people working under you? Not only is Mr. Frankton important to us, but what would people say about us when they find out that we're just a bunch of sycophants?"Their compa
"Wait!" Frank promptly stopped Jada—he just wanted to tease her and did not expect her to take it seriously.He never abused his power, even if Jada considered him her owner. Would it not make him seem small, by being a bully who humiliated others and made them serve his beck and call?"It's alright, master! We've all sworn fealty to you!" Jada declared fervently, though she alone was aware how ridiculous that was.While she was definitely from the Cerulean Summit Legion, insubordination meant reprisals. And no matter how strong the Cerulean Summit Legion was, they would never win against the superiors, though seeking asylum would at least stop them for the most part.She did not care if she died, if they eventually found her anyway. Her new owner suited her taste—not only was he handsome, but her favor had already skyrocketed when Peerless Jackt told her what he had done.She could just consider it as letting loose—she would not lose much.Frank sighed just then. "Forget it. Jus
As an archaeologist, Sylvie could tell right away that the vase beside Frank's feet was a genuine artifact."Really? That's an artifact?"Alda was not that interested in antiques and certainly found it a lot less interesting, with its dull luster and rustlike texture. It showed age but really fell short in preservation."You don't get it, huh? Artifacts never make a good first impression, but you'll eventually understand the endless charm it has in store." Sylvie laughed, knowing that she could not explain what made that artifact incredible, and gave up on explaining. "Everyone has their own preferences, so it's understandable.""You like it?" Frank asked just then. "You can have it.""Really?!" "Of course. This company is mine anyway—what's a vase in that respect?"Sylvie was at once surprised and delighted by his generosity, and she could barely stop herself from smiling. "Perfect. The museum has never had an ancient vase this big—I'll send it to them."Alda was confused.