The chief of the Martial Alliance?! One could tell right away that the woman was not to be trifled with.


    Fight or flight—everything now hinged on Talc''s decision.


    He spoke just then, saying, "Lady Silverbell. We have no intention to fight—we''re here to recover our


    national treasure, which we know for a fact had been sold into Draconia''s ck market. All we want is


    to retrieve it... With your permission, of course."


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    Talc was clearly ready to encounter Draconia''s authorities—how else would he have a script ready on


    the go?


    "Your national treasure?"


    Silverbell paused—she only came because she heard about the Talnamese presence, and this issue


    was not what she expected.


    "Yes. And those are the ones who sold it," Talc said, pointing at Frank.


    "Huh?" Silverbell recognized Frank''s silhouette, which reminded her a lot of the man in her dreams.


    She could not help blushing but soon scowled and waved off Talc. "I don''t care what you think you''re


    doing here. You''re all leaving Draconian borders, and nevering back, or you''ll die like that man


    over there!"


    Her outburst left the Talnamese fuming.


    Despite their discontent and rage, however, they knew that since the chief of the Martial Alliance was


    already here, that also meant Draconia''s elites were not far behind.


    In short, their presence had been exposed and there was nothing they could do about it.


    "Let''s go!"


    Talc beckoned at his man and leveled a venomous re at Frank. "Count your blessings, junior!"


    However, before the Talnamese could leave, Frank strode up, cutting off their path.


    Even if he had seeded in rescuing Gina, these men now knew who he was.


    And that means they could not be allowed to live.


    Withdrawing the Death Eater since he did not want Silverbell to see, he glowered murderously as he


    demanded icily, "This is Draconia. Did you really think you cane and go as you want?"


    Talc glowered at Frank. "What? The chief of your country''s Martial Alliance has already allowed us to


    leave. Are you really going to do this?"


    Eh?" Silverbell frowned—even Frank''s voice was familiar.


    Ned tried to reason with Frank as well. "He''s right, Mr. Lawrence. Thedy is younger than both of us,


    but one must never disrespect the chief of the Martial Alliance. Even my family would defer to her..."


    Frank shook his head, impassive. "I know what I''m doing, Mr. Janko."


    Behind Ned, Gina was panicking when she saw Frank stop the Talnamese.


    What if she got caught in between when the fighting starts?


    With that in mind, she yelled, "Frank Lawrence! T-The chieftess or something has already allowed them


    to leave! Who do you think you are to refuse her?! Are you really going to oppose her? Move aside and


    let those men leave already!"