"See what you've done?!" Yed seized Ned by the collar right then. "That settles it. You were definitely trying to kill our father!”

However, Lothar exclaimed in surprise before Yed could hit Ned. "Stop! Look!"

Everyone looked where Lothar pointed.

Then, they saw that Ciril's face was shedding black ice shards all over the floor where the boiling water had made contact.

"What? How..." Yed was stunned.

Ned freed himself from his grasp, sneering. "It seems that you're the one who doesn't want Father saved, Yed!"

"What..." Yed was left speechless.

"Watch your mouth, Ned!" Paula promptly leapt to Yed's defense. "He's worried about your father. Why would he try to hurt your father?”

"Exactly!" Yed nodded despite his gnawing guilt.

Frank breathed a soft sigh and lowered Ciril, allowing him to lay in

too—a far cry from the purple complexion earlier. Although he was still

Jankos, he pointed at Ciril and said, "Mr. Janko will wake up in half an hour. Make sure not to touch him at that time, or the collision of animus would lead to unforeseen

then, carefully inspecting Ciril's breathing

on in shock, the most famous healer of Morhen dropped to his

"I have been ignorant and insulted you before. Please,

speechless. "Mr. Loggins,

fine—as Mr. Lawrence

have spent my life pursuing traditional Draconia medicine... To meet you today is more than

a man in his eighties kowtowing humbly to a twentyish year old youth certainly left the Jankos dumbfounded, but Frank appeared nonchalant, as if he

he was even waving off Abel. "Forget. You're too old and your talent is mediocre. You're beneath my

"What?!"

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