If he were one second slower, Mickus' hand would have been minced meat.

Still, he quickly hid his trembling right hand behind himself while glaring coldly at Frank. "Impressive."

His flattery was icy, just as there was no hint of positive attitude toward Frank in his visage if anything, he looked even more hostile now.

"You flatter me," Frank replied, his tone neutral.

Such was his attitude-if the other person backed down, he would afford them their solace.

However, it was still clear that the heir to Clear Winds Pavilion had no respect for Frank and was actually hostile.

Glancing at Silverbell beside himself, Frank could certainly see why.

"Hmph!"

Mickus snorted coldly, not forgetting to threaten Frank before he stormed off. "Don't think you get to strut just because you have some skill! There's all the time for you to suffer!"

to worry about that," Frank replied, calm

glowering, while Frank waited until he was

"Pfft..."

her divine good looks and her carefree

is a Bralog sect that has stayed in seclusion,

could not help chuckling at Silverbell's words. "Running all over Draconia, mediating between various factions, as well as

at the last part, rolling her eyes

Go on-tell me what you're doing here. I happen to be in town for some business, and

"I've come in secret to investigate a certain foreigner. He's a legitimate

"A heretical geomancer?"

Frank heard of

it if you let your guard down for a moment. I

a brow. "Methods

"Such as..."

thought about it but remained uncertain. "Drinking a fetus' blood to maintain his

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