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.

expert-the man certainly inspired confidence, identifying the herbs just from

deserved, Mr. Loggins," Chet promptly praised. "We've spent a

the other hand, Lubor

knew better than

the best healers of Draconia could not save Jaden

arms before his chest as he leaned against the doorway, watching gleefully

then. "There are people who are better than me across Draconia, and I can only do my best." In fact, he never came specifically to

of unusual illnesses that he could not handle and wanted to

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

as a springboard to Frank in Zamri, by getting the Favonis to owe

the Favonis' weight class

the Favonis were all shaking their

you're being too humble now, Mr.

the most illustrious healer in Draconia, and even the Four Families of Morhen

Jaden, no one in Draconia can,"