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.

a person was an expert-the man certainly

reputation is deserved, Mr. Loggins," Chet promptly praised. "We've spent a fortune buying those herbs to brew an elixir to keep

the other hand, Lubor

knew better than anyone how terrible the Soulbleeder

Abel-even the best healers of Draconia could not

folded his arms before his chest as he leaned against the

then. "There are people who are better than

of unusual illnesses that he could not handle

little impolite, and after asking around, he found out about the

use the Favonis as a springboard to Frank

above the Favonis' weight class

Favonis were

too humble now, Mr.

know that you're the most illustrious healer in Draconia, and even the

you can't save Jaden, no one