Abel then finished, "All I ask is for some pointers from you, Mr. Lawrence, and me and my family shall


    always be indebted to your generous favor."


    "Your family?" Frank became interested just then.


    Ned hurried to him, exining, "Mr. Lawrence, Mr. Loggins'' family is a dynasty of doctors and healers.


    They are the top family in Morhen when ites to the medical field, owning hospitals and


    apothecaries."


    "I see..." Frank stroked his chin, more or less hatching an idea.


    He would probably fail if he stood against the Lionhearts and the Turnbulls on his own. But that might


    not be the case with Ned and his family''s help.


    As for the Loggins, they seemed to hold considerable influence in Morhen as a family of doctors, and


    Frank would certainly like to make their acquaintance should there be an opportunity.


    With that in mind, he nodded. "I can see that you''re very sincere—just leave me your address. I''ll visit


    some time when I''m free."


    "Wonderful!"


    Abel''s beard was bristling from his excitement, and he promptly whipped out his business card and


    passed it to Frank. "My family resides in Inner West Morhen. You can visit me at Loggins Apothecary if


    you''d like to meet me. No one will stop you if you show this business card."


    "Got it." Frank nodded and epted the business card.


    "In that case, I shall bid my leave," Abel said and bowed to Frank again before hurrying away.


    It was clear that he was an important and busy man, but his smile to Frank was not fake at all. It was


    his lifelong ambition to study traditional Draconia medicine, and he could not wait to tell his family about


    this chance encounter now that his wish was fulfilled.


    Frank then turned toward the scowling Yed. "What are you spacing out for?"


    Having read the bodynguage and general behavior of everyone in the room, Frank had already seen


    through Yed''s intentions. As such, he was not about to give up on an opportunity to help Ned to


    seed his father.


    "What?" Yed spaced out for a moment when he realized that Frank was looking at him.


    "Where''s the agreed reward?" Frank leveled him a look of glee. "Eight hundred million dors. No


    more, no less."


    Oh, right. I''ll have someone bring it right away, Mr. Lawrence." Lothar quickly said.


    Having seen how Abel reacted to Frank, he was not about to be glib with the man, just as he had no


    reason to spare expense now that his brother would hopefully make a full recovery.


    And for any family big enough to reach prominence in Morhen? Eight hundred million dors was really


    nothing.


    However, Frank waved Lothar off and pointed straight at Yed. "Did you forget? I asked him to pay."


    "What..." Yed almost flew to a rage as Frank was leveling a provoking re at him.


    Being the heir apparent of the Jankos, he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth—no one had ever


    insulted him or pointed at him like that!


    And judging from Frank''s behavior, it was clear that the kid meant to insult him!


    Still, he took a deep breath and merely growled hostilely, "M-Mr. Lawrence, my father is still


    unconscious, and you''re asking for the money already?"


    "What is this, Yed?!" Lothar snapped in displeasure. "Are you doubting Abel Loggins?"


    "No," Yed retorted coolly. "I trust Mr. Loggins, but I don''t trust some brat who came out of nowhere.


    What are we supposed to do if he takes the money and runs before father actually makes a full


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