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 inspired confidence, identifying the herbs just from

praised. "We've spent a fortune buying

hand, Lubor

of Hundred Bane Sect, he knew better than anyone how terrible the Soulbleeder could

of Draconia could not save Jaden

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

pin all your hopes on me just yet," Abel said humbly just then. "There are people who are better than me across Draconia, and I can only

that he could not handle and wanted to consult

and after asking around, he found out about the duel

to use the Favonis as

above the

the Favonis were

you're being too humble now,

know that you're the most illustrious healer in Draconia, and even the Four Families of Morhen regularly

Jaden, no one in Draconia can,"