Unlike Les, Neil was highly regarded in the family.It was unacceptable to see Frank, the murderer, to stand among them without a care!That was when the flamboyantly dressed Marit flashed a fearless smile. "Could he be the South Sea Crow?" "What?!" "The South Sea Crow?!"The name left every Turnbull on edge, and it was only natural since it was a nightmare that had hounded them constantly for three years.And everything would certainly make sense if Frank was that villain… and she was allegedly peak Ascendant rank too!"So that's it…" Zac growled viciously at Frank, his eyes flashing. "That's why Father was suddenly stricken with some bug. And you're in Morhen by sheer coincidence, on hand to prove that you're the only one who can treat him. The way I see it, you probably bewitched Vicky with some foul enchantment so that she is obsessed with you. But you're not getting away now that you've been exposed! Retainers!"The glass dome overhead shattered at Zac's bellowed, and
"When did you…" one of the Ascendant ranks growled through his teeth.It was only yesterday that he came under the Turnbull's payroll, and he never ate from their table.So how did he catch the bug like the others?"Darling…" Vicky was clutching her belly too, clearly taken ill as well."Come here, take this antidote and direct the vigor I infuse into you to clear your bowels," Frank said, passing Vicky a black pill.Vicky took the pill without hesitation and sat in meditation as she accepted an iota of vigor from Frank, directing it throughout her own body. She was a martial artist who had lost her cultivation due to poisoning. However, with Frank's vigor as a catalyst, her body felt like a broken dam, and her vigor kept gushing away from her meridian nexus, swiftly purging the bug."Vicky… Don't trust him…" Glen actually tried to stop Vicky from taking the pill, only to be left staring as Vicky was soon on her feet.And judging from the look on her face, she was cured and
Who knew? Frank might even clap and launch some fireworks and celebrate the moment the South Sea Crow massacred the Turnbulls.After all, they had never treated him fairly ever since he came to Morhen, and he was not one who maintained grace in the face of grief. They had constantly harassed him while posturing themselves with the superiority as one of the Four Families of Morhen, even breaking promises.As such, how was Frank supposed to play nice with the likes of them?However, while he got tough in the face of injustice, it was really 'what you see is what you get' with him.In other words, Frank could be a softie at times."Urgh, whatever…" His shoulders slumped feebly after Vicky tugged on him and pleaded for a long while.Having suffered this much grief, what was a bit more, and for Vicky's sake at that?Whipping out the two remaining antidote pills, he handed them to Walter and said, "These won't be enough, and I don't have time to cook more… Get a bucket of water and di
After that, it was Zac and the rest of the Turnbulls' executives.Walter's family of three worked hard, and soon the entire bucket of mop water was finished.Stenched aside, it worked like a charm—even if they did not instantly recover like Vicky and the others, they were soon regaining consciousness, especially with the help of Vicky's vigor. Most of them were getting to their feet, including Glen himself, although he blacked out again, his eyes rolling up his head in sheer agitation when he was told that Frank had saved his family with a bucket of mop water.Even Titus was not spared the ignominy, his expression contorted with pure rage as he resisted his discomfort to drink half a bowl of mop water.-While Walter and the others were busy rescuing their extended family, Frank found the South Sea Crow standing atop the roof of the banquet hall, her hair dancing in the air.And her alter ego was none other than the enchanting Marit Tisdon, Zac's wife."I'm curious. Whatever d
"Hmm…?"Marit did a double take, and her charming expression soon faded as she turned solemn. "I guess I couldn't hide it from you." She sighed but soon giggled charmingly like she did before. "But I'm telling the truth that I've fallen for you long ago. So how about it? Why don't we just massacre the wretched Turnbulls, and then we can go wherever you want?""Well, you know me." Frank smiled faintly, shaking his head. "All I hope is for you to give up on your vendetta against them and stay away.""No chance." Marit's expression cooled. "They killed my sister, and I have an agreement… Wait."She suddenly paused and flashed an exaggerated grin. "Right… I wonder if this is going to be helpful.""What is it?" Frank frowned, suddenly solemn as well.Marit was grinning so broadly that her eyes were narrowing. "Well, while I am hunting the Turnbulls because of my personal vendetta, I'm also bound by an agreement to do so. Would you like to know who it is?"Frank realized with a star
Marit's tears were gushing audibly, and she turned toward a dumbfounded Zac in the distance, pouting. "Darling, you don't believe him, do you? Why would I be an enemy of the Turnbulls?""Hmm…?" Frank was caught off guard—this was not part of the plan.Marit turned back toward him just then, her lips parting slightly to speak in a wavelength that only Frank could hear. "That's for hooking up with that woman."While Frank was left speechless, Zac bellowed, "Frank Lawrence! Release my wife, you bastard!"He lunged at Frank like an angry tiger, but Frank easily sidestepped him and tripped him."Are you crazy?" Frank snorted in disdain as Zac landed on the floor. "Your wife's already dead. That's just an empty house, controlled by insects.""I don't believe you!" Zac bellowed even as he scrambled to his feet and jumped at Frank again."Darling, help!" Marit cried miserably, playing along to his tune.However, her eyes flashed with contempt ever so subtly."Let her go!" Zac contin
Zac actually flinched from Marit's eerie smile. "What?!""What a fool, Zac…" Marit kept smiling as she shook her head at him, sighing in disappointment. "But I guess I could tell you something that might cheer you up."Bursting out in laughter right then, she guffawed so hard that she could cry. "When your wife said that she was going abroad, what she meant was that she was going to have fun with her other lovers, right under your nose! In the hotel you owned, too! Hahaha…""What?!" Zac was left stunned in disbelief. "Impossible! Marit isn't like that!""I'm sure everyone else here knows about that, don't they?"Marit simply turned toward some of the younger men among the Turnbulls, and at least five of them hung their heads right then."What… H-How could you…" Zac was not so stupid that he would not understand.In fact, he recognized that one of them was his nephew!Marit even giggled. "Y'know, when I killed her, she had four men on a hotel bed! It was just impressive!""Sh
Frank had no idea how Ciaran made it out, or how she improved so drastically in such a short time, but it must have something to do with the technique she manipulated those insects with.Aside from that, Ciaran dropped a bombshell on Frank that it was none other than the Lionhearts of Morhen who hired her to attack the Turnbulls.Coupled with the fact that the Lionhearts' own heir would soon marry Vicky, one had to start considering the facts.Once the Turnbulls were wiped out 'by coincidence' right after that arranged marriage, every Turnbull estate would undoubtedly fall into the Lionhearts' hands.It was all the Lionhearts' plans, but the Turnbulls ignorantly insist on marrying Vicky off, playing right into the Lionhearts' hands.Once Frank was done keeping Zac alive, he took a look around the banquet hall.It was a scene of complete pandemonium. There was no stopping the screams and curses—even Glen had his face left a little charred since some of Marit's acidic blood struc