The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

After all, Yosil was the castellan of Kornac's Keep!

Yosil slowly opened his eyes and flashed a vague smile as Frank turned to him. "I've been watching, young man-you only sniffed the cauldron and wrote down your answer. Why didn't you taste the soup? You might stand a better chance of getting it right that way, no?" Frank stopped in his tracks, but his stance clearly did not change as he retorted, "Why should I taste it when it's poisoned?"

If anything, he appeared even surer now.

"Insolence!"

Mole was snapping at Frank right then, "Watch your tongue, boy! You're speaking with the castellan of Kornac's Keep!"

Frank shot him a look of disdain in turn. "And, what? Are you saying that being older makes everything right?"

Mole was left flushing. "You wretch?!"

"Manners, Mole Cricks."

at Frank as he twirled his beard. "You are right, young man. While I am a mentor

and said, "I hereby announced that I

and the other Kornac's

that geezer being

naturally flustered to hear that Frank's score was suddenly 120 points. "Sir, that

community! The way I see it, het should be given zero points and chased out of

score him higher than us

he's the only one who got it right?" The elders of Kornac's

"Hahaha...."

despite being questioned. "All of you are right. It's just that

be

pointed at the cauldron. "After all, I did add

to add other herbs that counteract it before the soup boiled, so most of you stood no chance in