Silverbell's bellow actually gave Maron pause, but he wheeled on Frank again. "It was during the last blow—Frank released some sort of powder out of his sleeve. I thought I was seeing things, but it's real!"

"I saw it too!" Elder Huxley bellowed and pulled Frank's sleeve, knocking off a pile of Passion Dust from Frank's sleeve.

"What..." Frank was dumbfounded, as he clearly saw Elder Huxley sprinkle the powder on his sleeve right then.

Elder Huxley simply leaned close, growling a threat under his breath, "Don't you dare argue. You know what happens if you do."

"F-Frank? Why.?!" Silvebell was wheezing, sweating buckets as her gaze turned unfocused.

Frank remained silent—if he maintained his innocence, Maron would retaliate by hurting Helen and the others.

"See? He's silent because he's caught red-handed!" Maron laughed darkly at Frank and carried Silverbell to the infirmary. "Don't worry—our best healers will cure you soon enough!"

eyes flashed violently as he watched

hand, Elder Huxley grinned, baring his yellowed teeth. "Well done, Frank. Since you've done this much, we'll refrain from

release one hostage after

expression smug. "We'll see what Master Maron says after he's

left, Frank stood alone at the

in

Maron just because he did not want Silverbell to be defiled by that bastard? But he was also afraid of Sage Lake Sect's cutthroat guild

"Chirp. chirp."

cuckoo perched on a tree branch above Frank, skipping around and chirping repeatedly at Frank, its tone

the cuckoo flapping its wings at him repeatedly, chirping shrilly and

that Lady Quinn's pet?" one of the Sage Lake Sect apprentices suddenly

lit up at those words, and he

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