The chief of the Martial Alliance?! One could tell right away that the woman was not to be trifled with.

Fight or flight—everything now hinged on Talc's decision.

He spoke just then, saying, "Lady Silverbell. We have no intention to fight—we're here to recover our national treasure, which we know for a fact had been sold into Draconia's black market. All we want is to retrieve it... With your permission, of course."

Talc was clearly ready to encounter Draconia's authorities—how else would he have a script ready on the go?

"Your national treasure?"

Silverbell paused—she only came because she heard about the Talnamese presence, and this issue was not what she expected.

"Yes. And those are the ones who sold it," Talc said, pointing at Frank.

Frank's silhouette, which reminded her a

"I don't care what you think you're doing here. You're all leaving Draconian borders, and never coming back, or you'll die

left

and rage, however, they knew that since the chief of the Martial Alliance was already here, that also meant Draconia's elites were

had been exposed and there was nothing they could

"Let's go!"

beckoned at his man and leveled a venomous

before the Talnamese could leave, Frank strode up, cutting off

succeeded in rescuing Gina, these men

they could not

want Silverbell to see, he glowered murderously as he demanded icily, "This is Draconia. Did you really think you can come and

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