As soon as Frank and Madfist arrived in Bralog, they were greeted by the billboards and roadside banners. Every single one welcomed the arrival of foreign guests to an exhibition of Draconia's culture, with Droitner Inc. being specified as the chief sponsor. Frank smiled-what a coincidence, as this really spared him from having to search for them.

He asked a random pedestrian about the location and headed over right away.

In Frank's mind, Huub was a dead man, as Frank would make him pay for all the atrocities he had committed in Zamri.

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Meanwhile, Huub was stirring in bed when he received a call from one of his goons. "Mr. Droitner, we've received word from Lanecorp that Frank Lawrence is heading to Bralog with the Bloodcrane Spiritbloom."

"What?!" Huub was more delighted than surprised, and he laughed heartily. "I'm actually shocked... he's bringing it straight to me! Oh, what sincerity!"

However, his goon was instead concerned. "But don't you think it might be a trap, sir?"

"A trap?"

Huub chuckled coolly. "And how many people did Lanecorp send?"

old chauffeur, and I think that's

not help laughing again. "And you call that a trap?

"Oh..."

as what Huub said made

something unusual about Helen's

even though the goon was basically threatening them to surrender the Bloodcrane

at all and sounded so aloof, as

"Mr. Droitner, Ms. Lane also

is it?" Huub's smile stiffened

Frank

as he wondered

while he decided that Helen could only mean that

that she had changed her mind, as she believed Frank

that she was now convinced that Huub had brought

that was already besides the point now, as Huub now

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