Frank shook his head. "Probably not. Someone was concerned that he would expose their secret and therefore poisoned him. It's too late for him anyway-let's go see Pax." Searching around the room, Frank soon found the hidden button to escape the underground passage and headed to Pax's room.

To Frank and Alda's surprise, Pax did not run despite knowing that danger was coming, even smoking as he sat on the couch.

His goons and girlfriends had long since disappeared from the oncoming threat.

"You're not afraid of me?" Frank asked, curious.

"What's the point? Would that help me kill you?"

Pax smiled. "I must admit that I misjudged you-I thought that you were no different from those martial arts fanboys, but you're actually a real champion. It's no shame that I'd lose to you."

As he finished, he reached into his pocket, glancing at Frank as if asking for permissions in case Frank would attack preemptively.

Frank eventually nodded, and Pax whipped out a palm-sized metal tablet that he placed on the table.

a crest and small font underneath that read: the Cerulean Summit Legion of the Tarren

a legion that served the Tarren

more to this emblem than met the eye, but she did not remember the Cerulean Summit Legion

that case, that would make the legion an irregular military

Ingram! Who would bother to record a

Frank the emblem, but Alda shook her

was vicious-who knew if he had coated it

anything he does," Frank assured

he would

spiritron

had died a year before the discovery. "Rumor has it that the spiritron vein was keen to entrust its profound energies to the king, but fate seldom proceeds as the

found out about the founder king's superstitions, he decreed the

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