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.

he ran into Frank in Morhen, he would

hands by a hundredfold, and hurting his pride

healers. Even Abel Loggins—the best healer

mind, Frank would never surpass the limitations of Draconian traditional medicine no matter how

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 is a sham. So how about this? If

he sneered, "But if you fail, you will kowtow ten times loudly and break one of your arms. After that, you'll leave and never mention Vicky. That's really

shook his head, snorting. "Your suggestion is really lacking, Mr. Lionheart. With Glen Turnbull here as my witness, I will take my own

leveling a sharp look at Titus, he added quietly, "But if I succeed, Titus... You'll leave Turnbull House with your people, and your engagement with

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