Frank put his ring back on and was wondering how he should convince the tramp or just knock her out and take her with him when he heard footsteps outside.Judging from the pace and the man's breathing, Frank could tell that this man was at least Ascendant-ranked. The tramp might be strong, but Frank was still positive that she would be helpless against this one.Still, it suited Frank just fine—he could take this opportunity to show his chops.With that in mind, the door opened as a white-clad geezer entered. With his white hair and fan, he carried the air of otherworldliness, while his sharp glare left one shuddering in their bones."I've finally found you, lady. Now give it to me," he demanded, holding out his hand and clearly confident about his own strength. Nonetheless, the tramp smirked and shook her head. "Sorry, gramps. I have nothing to my name, or you can search this place if you want to!"The geezer snorted in annoyance. "I'm giving you a chance here!"The tramp sh
However, not only did Frank prove his power, but he was also the man chosen by the spiritron vein. Even if the tramp had no idea what that was, the name definitely sounded like a champion of justice.And if it chose Frank, that meant that Frank would not be all that bad.Moreover, she could be of help to him if she stayed—however little that might be, at least she was not useless.So, what reason was there for her not to stay with him now?-Ten minutes later, they arrived at the foot of the mountain.As the tramp got into the Rolls-Royce and stared upward at the sunroof, she frowned. "I think I've been in a car like this!"Frank smiled. "So you're a special one, be it in terms of brain or possession. You must've been a big deal, so it makes sense that you've been in a car like this."The tramp nodded, and Frank asked, "You're really not going to say goodbye to the villagers?"She shook her head, holding tightly to her carpet and chess set while smiling, "I'm worried that they
That was not all either, as Whitney also applied hair treatment for the tramp.Soon, the tramp's hair was smooth and glistening, and with her devastating good looks, she was the portrait of a beauty!Sally was just stepping out to eat and stunned when she saw the tramp too. "Never compare yourself to anyone, as they say! Not even showbiz has anything on you—Lugh has really picked up a diamond in the rough."Whitney smiled in wry amusement. "Quit teasing her. Even if you can't win in looks, you can work on your style."Sally snorted. "I'm not lovesick, and I'm not about to waste time on training my figure or style. These hands ain't for applying mascara!"The tramp laughed. "I guess you're a real specialist!"Sally smiled but said nothing, and everyone took their seats.As Whitney slid a piece of meat on Frank's plate, she asked under her breath, "Why aren't you surprised?"Sally turned toward Frank, thinking the same thing too. After all, Frank was not one who distanced himse
Frank was unsure if he should laugh or cry. "The likes of them, replacing me? They could try all they want, but they'd never make it in a million years!"They headed to the elevator, and Dawn said, "I didn't expect you to be such a special person, having both money and personal strength."Frank teased, "You're no slouch yourself—at least you recognized a Rolls-Royce."Dawn smiled, shaking her head. "I recognize it, but that doesn't mean I owned one. I might have only been inside one or seen it online."It's the age of information technology—there aren't many secrets left, and it makes sense that I'd know this much."Soon, they headed into Frank's office, and Jada Turin was flabbergasted.She had seen plenty of faces, but it was the first time she met someone as beautiful as Dawn.As such, she could not help being impressed by Frank's insight when it came to meeting beauties."Quit staring—Dawn's a friend, so don't get any funny ideas," Frank warned her, knowing that she had som
That explained why the apothecary owner had that weird look on his face when Frank asked if he had any Bright Sky Herb. He must be regretting missing out!"Then I'm counting on you!" Frank told the shop hand."You're always welcome—I mean, surely I can get a tip from this, right?" The shop hand smiled, shaking his head.And with that, he whipped out his phone to make the call. "Good morning, Mr. Quaker… I'm Zangi. Yeah, we'd spoken over the phone before—did you forget? I'm the shop hand from that apothecary!""Just cut to the chase!" Mr. Quaker snapped impatiently from the other end.Zangi remained calm, even chuckling. "Right… So you have a Bright Sky Herb, right? We just happened to have a customer who asked for it specifically. Could you perhaps make time to meet him?"Mr. Quaker appeared skeptical. "Are you messing with me?""What are you saying, sir? I may be nobody important, but I won't lie to you!'"Fine! I'm making a reservation for a table for 8 PM at Tandem Hotel.
Like ginseng roots, the value of the Bright Sky Herb was directly proportional to the percentage it was intact.And as the root hairs were basically where the medicinal essence was concentrated, one less meant a major loss in medicinal effect, and with it, its grade.Nonetheless, Mr. Quaker was smiling smugly. "I won't lie—they were affecting its aesthetic, so I trimmed it off!"Frank was unsure if he should laugh or cry.So he recognized the Bright Sky Herb but remained an amateur.Trimming off those root hairs? Talk about being dumb!Frank pointed at Zangi. "Why don't you ask him what happens if you trim the root hairs?"Zangi scowled. "Mr. Quaker, it's the root hairs that decide the herb's value. You're just throwing away money."Mr. Quaker frowned, clearly not expecting that.Frank then said, "If you suspect that we're conspiring with each other, you could ask another specialist. Still, I will make it worth your while—five million for the herb. How about that?"Zangi flin
Mr. Quaker had dark circles under his eyes and was basically dozing off, but he refused to sleep.He wanted to wait until the bank opened, so that he could deposit the money as soon as possible.As with Zangi, the money had basically dropped on his lap.It was amusing to remember that he had inadvertently found the Bright Sky Herb when he was going on a pleasure hike.His family practiced traditional medicine, and while he did not follow in his parents' footsteps, he at least recognized the Bright Sky Herb. That was why he dug it out, intent on getting a good price and living easy for a while.Who knew that although it was expensive, it was not worth its weight in gold.And since it was too expensive, there were not that many keen buyers—even if there were, they would lowball him like the apothecary owner did.On top of that, the Bright Sky Herb was high-maintenance, and he could not afford to let it dry. As such, Mr. Quaker certainly had to work hard, but while he had almost gi
Zangi was rubbing his sleepy eyes and looking innocent, clearly unaware of what had happened. "What are you doing here, Mr. Quaker? Here to get some herbs?""You set me up, brat!" Mr. Quaker seized Zangi by the collar.At the same time, someone nearby egged him on. "Hold your horses, bro! Don't let this get out of hand—we may have cause, but we shouldn't push them too far!""He conned over a mil off me, and you're telling me to calm down?!"Mr. Quaker laughed coldly, dragging Zangi out from behind the counter and bellowing, "Where's your owner? Tell him to get over here!"The other store hands knew that Mr. Quaker was here to cause trouble. As such, they hurried off to get the apothecary owner and refrained from getting on Mr. Quaker's nerves.Soon, the apothecary owner arrived, and seeing a familiar face, he quickly asked, "What brings you here, Mr. Quaker?"Mr. Quaker refused to play nice despite the apothecary owner's cordial greeting and snapped, "Your shop hand tricked me!