An elderly retainer remained impassive as he growled, "Why waste your breath? Just kill him and be done with him."

"I agree." Another retainer in his fifties nodded in agreement. "Don't blame us, brat. Blame your tactlessness and refusing the olive branch Mr. Turnbull extended!"

However, just as they were ready to attack, the doors to the reception hall opened.

"Eh?"

Frank, Glen and his retainers all turned to find a man with short hair striding in, his eyes flashing murderously.

And it was none other than Titus Lionheart himself.

"I warned you never to show up in Morhen, didn't I?" He smiled. "Well, now that you're here... prepare to die."

elites, one of

pressure was suddenly on Frank and

someone spoke in inarticulate Draconian just

eyes strode in just then. He was carrying a large briefcase and seemed so pompous that he was oblivious to

did not appear deterred that his impulse for payback was

he smiled faintly. "Mr. Turnbull, this is Professor Roberts, who works at a famous university abroad. He's the global leading authority in virology and infectious diseases—he can deal with any conditions, no matter how difficult it might

"Great!"

up. "There is no need to worry when the Lionhearts step up! Don't worry,

smiled before turning toward

yes," Frank replied,

"Hmph."

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