The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

It was impressive that Frank could kill that dragon instantly, but that was all there was to it.

There was strength in numbers, and once the punk returned with his friends, Frank was a dead man.

So instead of losing, he should flee there was no shame in running to fight another day.

Seeing that the villagers remained unconvinced, Frank snorted. "Go home. I'll deal with this myself!"

"Do whatever you like. Heaven knows we tried."

With a sigh of exasperation, the villagers all turned and left.

Since they could not get out on their own, Frank waved, levitating back to the surface.

Jouri walked up, pouting. "Why would you still play nice with them? Just use them as cannon fodder for later."

Frank chuckled. "It's called the measure of a king. The number of people you can tolerate is the number of people you'd rule.

"Sure, they run their mouths, but it's out of kindness too. Should I really take exception to some cheap words?"

Jouri nodded. "True. Thank goodness I major in science and not politics, or I'd be played like a fiddle."

but said

Jouri said, "By the way, try not to kill

to do anyway... why don't we keep going and see if

"Sure!"

and Frank walked through the narrow passage and

was a happy green. With the birds singing under the bright blue

"Look!"

at all as she pointed at a nearby

the murals, which closely resembled the one he saw in a tomb

a closer look,

story: a sagely

died, his remains were left in

of the

check it out for

placed, Jouri and Frank followed the markers

wide and the roof was covered with

shone a light ahead, where a stone sculpture with remarkable

went up