As Glen reared his chin at Frank hostilely, Titus strode up.

"Wait, Mr. Turnbull.” He chuckled coolly. "Frank Lawrence can wait, now that Professor Roberts has seen how pointless Draconia traditional medicine is. Time to show Mr. Lawrence what proper experts can do—it won't be too late to kill him after.”

That was exactly what he wanted—to beat Frank physically and psychologically, just to wipe that smug grin off his face and make him kneel before him.

"Are you done talking?" Professor Roberts asked, already impatient.

"Yeah." Glen nodded. "Please help my father.”

isn't making excuses for

nothing else, since Glen would not

orders, Professor Roberts opened his briefcase. Pulling a green tube from a cold storage case, he inserted it into a syringe while

injected the green fluid into a vein on the wrist. "If only I was allowed to work sooner, the patient would be spared

his head and snorted. "Thank you, young man—you only proved that Draconian traditional medicine is a scam, and I should never believe any of you charlatans.” His mockery left a vein bulging over Frank's

admit, Mr. Lawrence—Draconian traditional medicine is all just cheap tricks to deceive fools. But the Four Families of Morhen? It just

in disgust. "Look in the mirror—who do

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