Chapter 1789

Hans Schnee, the commander of the East Coast Base, was never a subordinate to Frank's father, the Lord of the Southern Woods.

Instead, he was a subordinate to Frank's maternal grandfather!

It was actually not surprising that when Frank fled to the east coast from the South Sea, he somehow ended up here by various coincidences and circumstances.

His father was just sending him to his grandfather's side, and there was probably no place in Draconia that was safer than here.

It was therefore not surprising either that the Four Families of Morhen, especially the Soranos, never dared to move against him. As the truth dawned upon Frank, he found some comfort in finding refuge.

However, he remained his rebellious self inside, and he would rather his grandfather did not interfere with his affairs too much. Leaving his destiny in the hands of someone else simply made him uncomfortable.

"You're just like your mother-you don't like me meddling in your life, do you? Don't worry, I'm not going to repeat past mistakes." Seemingly reading Frank's mind, Governor Quill turned to grin at Frank, tousling Frank's hair.

Somehow, his grin was creepy even to Frank.

"I'm just here to check on you, and I'm satisfied to see you healthy and lively.

"As for them..."

Quill glanced at Leino and his officers. "I'm having my men investigating them, and the truth will be

Grandfather," Frank said, the word something weird as he

"Hehe..."

to hear Frank call him grandfather, though his grin became even more

"And you're Frank's wife?"

attention toward Helen

pale but did her best to look up

don't have to strain

ladies wouldn't even dare to look me in the eye. It's

less from

caught Frank's eye."

"No, sir..."

glanced at Frank

head. "You're

my grandfather too. I'd never flinch

"Hahaha... Good, good."

to hear such

he arrived on, murmuring, "Oh,

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