The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Considering Abel's importance, the Favonis would just be getting themselves into trouble if they upset him.

What if Abel simply up and left? Who would they go to at that point-Frank Lawrence?

Nonetheless, Abel zoned out for a moment. "Zamri, you say?"

He was naturally aware that Frank had been staying in Zamri recently but was afraid to confirm it as he could see the Favonis' attitude.

He nodded, putting aside the questions he had as he remained curious-there were plenty of people in Zamri but not that many who could strut in the Favonis' own turf.

"Hehe. This way please, Mr. Loggins." Chet Favoni led Abel through into a traditionally decorated cottage.

As soon as the doors opened, the oncoming scent of medicinal herbs was so strong that Abel's nostrils twitched.

"Hmm? Drakedrool, cranepore..."

As Abel quickly identified over ten natural wonders accurately, Chet and Edon's smiles visibly broadened.

tell if a person was an expert-the man certainly inspired confidence, identifying the herbs just

promptly praised. "We've spent a

hand,

knew better than anyone how terrible the Soulbleeder could

best healers of Draconia could not save Jaden even if

strode in, folded his arms before his chest as he leaned against the doorway, watching gleefully as events

who are better than me

illnesses that he could

him directly was a little impolite, and after asking around, he found out about the duel between Jaden and

hands, he would like to use the Favonis as a springboard to Frank

above the Favonis' weight class

Favonis were all shaking their

too humble now,

most illustrious healer in Draconia,

Jaden, no one in Draconia can,"