The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage by Chu

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.

Ciril, Hal whipped out a pebble out

with the bowl he was holding, its contents spilling everywhere—there was

the air in the room turned stiff, Hal was laughing loudly and pointing at the servant. "Dad, just look

seems that the boy is too spoiled, and there's no chance of saving Mr. Janko now. In that case, I have no reason to

turned to leave, Hal was laughing even more loudly. "Oh, geezer! Why

Lothar could kill Hal right then, but he had priorities and rushed to Abel, pleading,

distance, but Lothar eventually

did he say?" Paula asked

shook his head, too frustrated

in fear and slapping himself endlessly. "I'm

steady!" Yed bellowed furiously. "What do I even keep