However, Yed saw Ned walking toward their father and taking out a yellow pill, and he promptly bellowed, "What do you think you're doing?!"Before Ned realized what was happening, Yed had leapt up, knocking the pill out of his hand and stamping it into pieces.Naturally, his overreaction caught Abel and Lothar's attention. "What? What's going on here?""Uncle Lothar!" Yed bellowed as he pointed at the remains of the yellow pill. "That bastard was going to feed father some poisoned pill, but I noticed in time and destroyed it!""It's not poison!" Ned retorted loudly to clear the suspicion against him despite his doubts. "It's a pill given to me by Mr. Lawrence! It can stop the poison and keep father alive for another few days!" "Mr. Lawrence who?!" Paula chimed in, shrieking. "The way I see it, you're worried that Mr. Loggins can save Ciril now that he's here, and you want to poison him dead! You're despicable!" "I'm not!" Ned bellowed, wheezing."The proof is right here, and y
Abel was clicking his tongue, impressed. "The recipe for the Yellow Shrive should have been lost in time, only for me to encounter one here, today… The sun has yet to set on traditional Draconia medicine!""Traditional Draconia medicine?" Yed scoffed in obvious contempt.Abel snorted in turn. "Boy, don't think that traditional Draconia medicine loses out to foreign medicine. The only issue is that most of our discipline has been lost in time—otherwise, foreign medicine cannot even hope to catch up to our pride!""No, Mr. Loggins. I'm just curious," Yed groaned. "From the way you said it before, my father's condition was beyond saving, and now you're saying that a simple pill can bring him back to life?""Yes!" Abel exclaimed confidently.With that, they watched as a servant picked up the powdered remains of the Yellow Shrive carefully.However, just as he mixed it with water and was about to feed it to Ciril, Hal whipped out a pebble out of nowhere and threw it squarely at his fa
Yed never expected Ned to fight back, and a death aura spilled out of him right there.Paula joined in right then. "Watch your tongue, Ned! That's your brother you're talking to!""Eunuch!" Hal snapped too. "How dare you snap at my daddy! Die!"The boy leapt forward, ready to hit Ned, when he suddenly bellowed, "Enough!"Then, seizing Hal by the collar, Ned slapped Hal so heavily the boy was bleeding from the mouth, and immediately bawling in terror. "Daddy! Help me…"Yed's eyes went red as he bellowed, "Let him go! That's an order, or I'm killing you right now!""Are you showing your true colors now?!" Paula shrieked as well."Fuck off! I've had enough of either of you!" Ned bellowed and turned toward Lothar. "You saw what happened, Uncle Lothar! You can see who's not so keen to save, don't you?!"Lothar's eyes flashed darkly in turn.In a split second, he snatched Hal out of Ned's grasp, and…Smack!Smack!With two resounding slaps, the spoiled brat was knocked out."Unc
Frank was taking Kat out on a joyride in his Maserati.They had covered a lap around the outer reaches of Morhen and were returning to the cottage when he received Ned's call."Excuse me, Mr. Lawrence, but I would like to ask for a favor…" Ned asked right away.He certainly understood the true depth of Frank's abilities, now that even a famed healer like Abel Loggins was swooning over some traditional pill Frank took out so nonchalantly. Knowing that Frank was far more than what he seemed, Ned kept his tone as humble as possible."Ah, Mr. Ned Janko." Frank nodded on the other end. "What's the issue? Perhaps something unexpected happened, and my pill didn't work?"Beside Frank, Kat exclaimed in surprise, "Ned Janko? As in the second son of Ciril Janko, who's rumored to be gay?!"Smiling, she leaned away from Frank, as if deliberately keeping her distance."So that's how it is," she muttered under her breath. "That's why you're not interested in me… You're gay!""Shove it." Fra
Lothar turned toward Yed, asking coolly, "What's the problem, Yed? Is your father's life not worth a hundred million? Or maybe you never wanted him to be saved?!""W-What are you saying?!" Yed was sweating from his uncle's icy glare and chuckling awkwardly. "Of course I want my dad to get better. I'm just worried that the conman would mess up and make things worse…""Hmm?" Frank murmured over the line just then. "It seems you're not keen for my help. In that case, there's nothing to discuss.""Wait!" Lothar cried before Frank could hang up. "Alright, a hundred million is it. Yed agrees to it."Then, turning toward Yed with a murderous glare, he barked, "Say it!""Fine… a hundred million it is," Yed replied, cursing Lothar inwardly.If not for his uncle's interference, he would have eliminated Ned by now and become the Jankos' sole heir."Tut, tut… You sound so reluctant." Frank chuckled, steering the car even as Kat gaped at him. "I've changed my mind now—I want 200 million.""
Everyone was scowling harder especially when they saw Kat—a brat looking around, curious about everything around her.On the other hand, Ned did not hesitate and approached Frank right away."Welcome, Mr. Lawrence," Ned greeted Frank, while adding under his breath, "My answer to your proposal before… Please, you have to save my father.""Yeah." Frank flashed an assuring smile at him and clapped him on the shoulder.Kat smiled awkwardly when she saw that, and Frank shot her a sideways glare, knowing what was on her mind.Lothar chuckled heartily and greeted Frank as well. "So you must be the Mr. Lawrence that Ned has been talking about? May I have the honor of your name?"Frank nodded and replied neutrally, "Frank Lawrence.""Frank Lawrence…?" Lothar was disappointed inwardly since he had never heard of the name, but he hid it well.After Frank entered the mansion with both men, Abel returned.Yed had sent for him—he was keen to see if Ned's friend would actually walk his talk.
That certainly made sense—a piece of shit like Ned would never encounter someone more impressive than Abel.If that young man was really as impressive as he bragged, why was he not famous?With that in mind, Yed stared at Frank from the back, sneering coldly.Eight million? More like poetic justice!If Frank never insulted him, Yed would have been content with giving the conman beating and throwing him out of his mansion.However, Frank's pompous attitude had thoroughly left Yed incensed—and no one insulted the Jankos and got away with it!-Soon, the Jankos were once again gathered in Ciril's bedroom.Frank strode up to Ciril, and with just a single look, shook his head and said, "Taut Snow Tree—one of Hundred Bane Sect's finest. The Yellow Shrive would only have kept Mr. Janko alive for a few days instead of clearing it completely."Abel frowned right then—could he have been mistaken?The way the kid identified the poison right away and without closer inspection… It was sim
Moreover, there was mastery in the way Frank directed his pure vigor—even the average Birthright rank would never accomplish that!"Could he have completed Birthright rank?" Lothar murmured.While his own hunch shocked him, his heart was also suddenly welling up with hope.The kid just might be able to save his brother's life!"Bastard…" On the other hand, Yed's pupils dilated as he watched Frank perform acupuncture.The brat was Birthright rank too? Did that mean he was actually capable of saving Ciril?!The thought left him anxious right then!Beside him, Abel's doubt toward Frank was completely dispelled even as he watched him and murmured, "The Five Plum Spiritus technique…?!"It took one to know one, and Abel's face paled as he watched Frank work on Ciril.He was suddenly remorseful, since he had been rude to the boy! He was still stubborn about asking Frank the identity of his mentor, or where he had gotten the Yellow Shrive from… But now, it was obvious that Frank