The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Even if one managed to harvest a century-old Stellar Windroot, it would be fated to stay in the cabinet as not many potions required it as an ingredient. Naturally, just keeping it around was bothersome too.

After some thought, Frank asked, "How long would it take you to find out if you started searching now?"

His question left Abel musing in uncertainty. "I would say around a month, but I also have no assurance that we would definitely get it either, Master Lawrence." "A month?"

Frank shook his head-Mark would not last a month, given his condition.

Still, Abel cleared his throat as he thought of something. "I have another idea, although it might hurt your pride, sir... if you're willing to hear me out?

"Like I've mentioned earlier, I sold the Stellar Windroot we had to Kornac's Keep recently, so you can go to them instead."

Frank was hesitant he had never heard that name before. "Kornac's Keep?"

Abel nodded. "They are a seclusive sect in Norsedam, but despite their anonymity, they have a long history, and their apprentices are all well-versed in Draconian traditional medicine. Some of their former apprentices are also known among the locals to be miracle workers."

"I see."

medicine. Still, his tone changed as he

quiet. "While Kornac's Keep is a small sect, they carry out trials where new apprentices are recruited every year. This

Keep for anything they care to name,

that I should take part in the trial and ask for

"Exactly."

think of if you're

"I see."

take him much time to hurry

not be

said, "Thanks, Abel. In that case, I shall head over

someone with Frank's measure would not stoop to becoming