An elderly retainer remained impassive as he growled, "Why waste your breath? Just kill him and be


    done with him."


    "I agree." Another retainer in his fifties nodded in agreement. "Don''t me us, brat. me your


    tactlessness and refusing the olive branch Mr. Turnbull extended!"


    However, just as they were ready to attack, the doors to the reception hall opened.


    "Eh?"


    Frank, Glen and his retainers all turned to find a man with short hair striding in, his eyes shing


    murderously.


    And it was none other than Titus Lionheart himself.


    "I warned you never to show up in Morhen, didn''t I?" He smiled. "Well, now that you''re here... prepare


    to die."


    He was escorted by several Ascendant rank elites, one of whom had reached peak Ascendant rank.


    In an instant, the pressure was suddenly on Frank and he was caught on the backfoot.


    "W-Where''s the patient? I''m busy," someone spoke in inarticte Draconian just then.


    A middle-aged balding foreigner with blonde hair and blue eyes strode in just then. He was carrying a


    large briefcase and seemed so pompous that he was oblivious to the murderous vibe in the hall.


    "Hmph." Titus did not appear deterred that his impulse for payback was thwarted.


    Turning toward Glen, he smiled faintly. "Mr. Turnbull, this is Professor Roberts, who works at a famous


    university abroad. He''s the global leading authority in virology and infectious diseases—he can deal


    with any conditions, no matter how difficult it might be."


    "Great!"


    Glen eximed in delight when he heard Mr. Roberts'' credentials, giving Titus a thumbs up. "There is


    no need to worry when the Lionhearts step up! Don''t worry, Mr. Lionheart—I''ll visit your family


    personally to convey my thanks if my father is saved."


    "Heh. You''re being too humble now, Mr. Turnbull." Titus smiled before turning toward Frank. "So, Mr.


    Turnbull told me you''re here to treat his father too?"


    "As a matter of convenience, yes," Frank replied, impassive. "Because Vicky asked.


    "Hmph."


    Titus snorted and scowled when Frank mentioned Vicky.


    Still, his eyes soon shed with disdain as he came up with an idea and turned toward Glen. "Mr.


    Turnbull, why don''t we let Frank join us to check on your father? We could let him give a demonstration


    of Draconian traditional medicine for Mr. Roberts."


    "What?"


    Professor Roberts clearly overheard Titus and chuckled in amusement. "Draconian traditional


    medicine? It''s all a sham. They can''t even name the ingredients they put in a bottle, and they follow


    neither procedure nor scientific principles. Snake oil salesmen, all of them."


    Frank had no intention to get involved and y to Titus'' tune, but he narrowed his eyes when he heard


    the foreigner insulting Draconian traditional medicine.


    "Really?" He asked. "Are you sure you''ve seen real Draconian traditional medicine?"N?velDrama.Org owns ? this.


    "Of course." Professor Roberts scoffed, patting his chest audibly. "I''ve seen it and even put the soup


    they cooked for patients throughb tests. Nothing inside can cure illnesses in any form, which only


    proves my point—snake oil salesmen, conmen. Insignificant."