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.

emblem just like the ones seen in period dramas, with a crest and small font underneath that read: the Cerulean Summit Legion

that served the

more to this emblem than met the eye,

legion an irregular military force

shook his head. "History texts lie, Ms. Ingram! Who would bother to

the emblem, but Alda

was as cunning as he was vicious-who knew if he had coated

can deal with anything he does," Frank assured her, fearlessly taking

just as he expected, Pax might be ruthless, but he would not resort to such a cheap trick

tale. "The first king of the Tarren dynasty grew up hearing stories about the spiritron vein and spent three years putting the Cerulean Summit Legion together. They

had died

when the new king found out about the founder king's superstitions, he decreed the disbandment of the Cerulean Summit

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