Frank scowled and barked, "I won't say a word if you're insulting me alone, but you are insulting Draconian tradition, and I must set the record straight."

He learned medicine from Mystic Sky Sect, and it was the most orthodox and oldest discipline in Draconia.

And what were the medicine men from abroad doing while Draconia medicine was already saving lives? Their solution for clubfoot back then was amputation, and without anesthetic, leaving the patient's up to fate! And now they were belittling Draconian tradition?

However, Frank's reaction was exactly what Titus wanted.

He had certainly been humiliated in Riverton, and had not the guts to tell his family what happened.

Frank in Morhen, he

at Frank's hands by a

many maladies as healers. Even Abel Loggins—the best healer in Morhen—only amounted to that much in Titus'

would never surpass the limitations of Draconian traditional medicine no matter how good he was—even if he

he leveled a smile at Frank. "Don't think you could throw a punch just because you put on boxing gloves. It's not just Mr. Roberts—even I believe that Draconian traditional medicine

then narrowed coldly as he sneered, "But if you fail, you will kowtow ten times loudly and break one of your arms.

and the unconcerned professor Roberts, and shook his head, snorting. "Your suggestion is really lacking, Mr. Lionheart. With Glen Turnbull here as my witness, I

if I succeed, Titus... You'll leave

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