The valet named Fenton replied respectfully, "Sixty-three years, sir."

"And your daughter... I heard she's doing well in Morhen?" Godwin asked.

"More or less." Fenton nodded, chuckling. "Word has it that she's the leader of the Martial Alliance or some thingamajig. We'd never understand what the young ones are up to these days.”

Godwin turned toward his valet and old friend with a smile. "Well, Frank's alive. Does their betrothal still count?”

"Of course, my lord. I'll send word to my daughter right away and have her depart to Riverton and protect Master Frank immediately.”

"Good." Godwin nodded in satisfaction but soon shook his head and sighed. "Danger lurks in every corner of Draconia. We can only wait until that silly boy comes around!"

leapt into his arms as soon as he saw her, and he held her in turn, comforting her

did not forget to nod at Burt and thank

to see Burt recover so quickly while his abilities improved to the next level. The man might

It's what I should do,” Burt scratched his

to excuse himself when Helen stopped him. "Officer Yorkman, I know this might be too much to ask, but could

request, Burt turned

but he knew blood relations were not so easily

the favor out of worry but

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