If he were one second slower, Mickus' hand would have been minced meat.

Still, he quickly hid his trembling right hand behind himself while glaring coldly at Frank. "Impressive."

His flattery was icy, just as there was no hint of positive attitude toward Frank in his visage if anything, he looked even more hostile now.

"You flatter me," Frank replied, his tone neutral.

Such was his attitude-if the other person backed down, he would afford them their solace.

However, it was still clear that the heir to Clear Winds Pavilion had no respect for Frank and was actually hostile.

Glancing at Silverbell beside himself, Frank could certainly see why.

"Hmph!"

think you get to strut just because you have some skill! There's all the

worry about that," Frank replied, calm as

until he was gone

"Pfft..."

giggling, and her divine good looks and her carefree

realized that Frank was staring fixedly at her, blushing as she explained under her breath, "Clear Winds Pavilion is a Bralog sect that has stayed in seclusion, and Mickus has been stalking me

chuckling at Silverbell's words. "Running all over Draconia, mediating between various factions, as well as having to

last part, rolling her eyes at

Go on-tell me what you're doing here. I happen to be in town for some business, and I can help if you need me." Silverbell was surprised and was ready

investigate a certain foreigner. He's

"A heretical geomancer?"

heard of such

so that you'll be careful. He's really unpredictable and his methods unorthodox-you'd fall for it if you let your guard down for

brow.

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