Ida giggled. "That's not the way. Just giving him your body is much better!"

Sadie ignored her and kept staring at Frank.

Frank nodded. He was actually fine with the idea.

In fact, he was really curious and wanted an apprentice who went through those alterations to see if they had potential for cultivation.

"Is that a yes?!"

Ida almost choked on her food-she knew Frank was casual about things, but not this casual!

Not about to let Sadie win, she exclaimed, "Me too!"

"Go away. Why do you have to be everywhere?" Sadie scowled.

"What, are you turning your back on me already?!" Ida snapped. "If it wasn't for me, you would've blown yourself up with Lugh! And I was also the one who suggested we come to Lugh, so how could you do this to me?!"

Annoyed, Sadie was ready to argue when someone crashed through the window!

and found a tall masked man with a sword on his back and

looked just like a

it at everyone, he demanded, "Who's

him, however. "A-Aren't

Farek Jost?" Ida did not recognize the name despite having been in the

of The Plough?" Sadie asked, her voice shaking

realized with a start and promptly whispered into Frank's ear, "The Plough is the title of seven martial elites in our group. White Raven was one, but he was alleged to be the weakest, while the rest are thought to be

your own legs,

"Hahaha!"

loud. "Why don't you ask those ladies-when have I

they knew better than anyone

man had always been as cruel as he was vicious, and he

In all likelihood...

Sadie exclaimed. "We'll do this together, and we might

Ida nodded, assuming a stance. "We might be weak,

unsure if he should laugh or cry. "Do you have

you see?"

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