NovelEnglishEveryone 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.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtKat 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 | 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.
And if the brat was lying, Yed knew that Abel would be able to tell immediately.
With that, he would be able blNed and the brat for everything and send the family returns to take them down! On the other hand, Abel was not plotting.
As soon as he arrived, he approached Frank, greeting him politely and asking, "Mr. Lawrence, may | ask if you were the one who refined that Yellow Shrive pill?" "Yes." Frank nodded.
"Oh." Abel nodded but was already skeptical.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe had presumed that it was Frank's mentor or someone senior who cooked the Yellow Shrive, and he was now dead sure that Frank was just bluffing.
"If I may be frank, wasn't the Yellow Shrive a lost recipe in traditional Draconia medicine?" he asked vaguely.
"You're so young—" "Oh, so you're doubting me, sir?" Frank turned toward him with an enigmatic smile.
"No, of course not. I'm just curious." Abel smiled and sighed. "I can see that the pill was refined masterfully, and not the work of youth—" "Nothing's impossible." Frank waved him off impatiently. "I was asked here to treat a patient, not to be doubted.
And since none of you trust me, I shall make myself scarce." Nodding, he started to leave, but Ned quickly stopped him with an apologetic smile. "Please calm down, Mr.
Lawrence. They're just wary since you're very young—it's only normal." Lothar agreed. "Ned's right. Don't worry, Mr. Lawrence—I have no intention of doubting you. Cthis way." On the other hand, Yed waited and as Frank and the others headed to Ciril's bedroom before catching Abel by the arm and asking under his breath, "What do you think about the boy, Mr. Loggins?" "| can't say..." Abel frowned, shaking his head. "The way | see it, he's most likely not a proper healer since he didn't bring a single medical tool. There's a good chance he wasn't the one who refined that Yellow Shrive too." "So, you're saying." Yed trailed off, delight already showing on his face.
"Yeah." Abel nodded. "He's most likely a conman. He must have gotten that pill from elsewhere and is hoping to cozy up to your brother."
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