The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage by Chu

"Don't point fingers at me. That majordomo from Thousand Isles Guild said he'd pay for it, so it's not my fault."

Frank quickly shirked responsibility, while Silverbell giggled as he threw his hands up. "Anyway, the joint qualifiers will be held in three days. Every participant will be shuffled for the free-for-all held at the venue." And after informing Frank of the date, Silverbell left right away.

The Martial Tournament was a national competition after all, and as the chief of the Martial Alliance, she would naturally be the busiest person involved.

Soon after Silverbell left, Madfist approached Frank, telling him mysteriously, "Come with me. We're going to meet a certain someone."

Frank was naturally not worried that the old man was trying to set a trap, and got into the car, spurred by curiosity.

They did not inform anyone else either and journeyed through the winding mountain roads outside Zamri before finally arriving at a temple.

Frank was scowling when he saw it, however, as it was a very familiar place it was where the elder with an iron mask had kept Nash Yego and Carol Zims after kidnapping them.

"Come on," Madfist beckoned to Frank just then.

Frank hesitated for a moment and breathed an exasperated sigh before following Madfist into the temple.

To Frank's surprise, someone seemed to have cleaned up the interior, as it was not a mess like before, even though the overall structure remains dilapidated.

Madfist then led Frank toward the main shrine, knocking on the doors as he announced, "He's here."

looked on, wondering if the worn out redwood doors would fall apart if Madfist were to knock a

"Good. Send him in."

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then turned toward Frank, gesturing at the door. "You heard

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