Frank saw no harm in making the trip.


    He did not have anything else on his te at the moment. All he was doing was waiting for Ciaran


    Zobel to make contact, and she would not be doing so anytime soon.


    Most importantly... Frank could hear the quiet footsteps shuffling toward his room.


    Naturally, it was none other than Kat.


    And with Helen staying in the next room at the moment, what else could happen if Helen caught them?


    Pausing for a moment, Frank then leapt to his feet, teasing Abel, "You know you''ll need to pay a


    consultation fee if you ask me to make a trip like that, Mr. Loggins." "No problem!" Abel assured him-he


    was more concerned that Frank would say no.


    Not only was Frank''s abilities as a healer profound, but Abel had to bother him on two asions


    already.


    It was almostmon for the best in any business to develop entricities, and asking too many


    favors like Abel had would upset them soon enough. If they were short-tempered, they would be


    snapping at him already.


    Anything could happen, and he still would not dare to say a word.


    Moreover, his patient today was exceedingly important-Abel really would not havee to bother


    Frank otherwise.


    However, it was clear that he had been paranoid-Frank proved far more agreeable than Abel had


    imagined, which reminded Abel of a certain line he read in a traditional Draconian medicine text: May


    the bottles on the shelf gather dust, lest there be mdies left in this world.


    Abel looked around at his apothecary, which was a lot grander than necessary, and felt a pang of guilt


    just then.


    "Mr. Lawrence truly is a testament to our kind, and yet he willingly remains anonymous. I, on the other


    hand, would unt my shallow knowledge of traditional Draconian medicine so readily, even building an


    apothecary and building a dynasty. For shame..."


    On the other end, Kat opened the door and strode into Frank''s room, but he was already gone, leaving


    the window open and the curtains bellowing.


    "What?!" she eximed as she ran up to the window and found Frank already in his Maserati. "Hey!


    Wait for me, Master Lawrence-"


    Frank, however, already sped off at top speed, leaving Kat stamping her feet. "Why are you avoiding


    me? I hate you!"


    Naturally, she had no choice but to return to her room.


    Frank soon reached the address Abel gave him. It was an apothecary at the inner reaches of North


    Morhen.


    The signboard ''Loggins Apothecary'' that hung overhead was very conspicuous, and one could smell


    the scent of medicinal herbs down the street.


    It stuck out against the modern architecture of the towering buildings around it but somehow it


    appeared more peaceful than the rest.


    It was noon at the moment, and there were plenty of people working inside and out busily.


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    As Frank arrived at the entrance, a young man in sses who was waiting checked a photo before


    hurrying inside. "He''s here, Grandpa!" "Really?" Abel''s eyes lit up in excitement.


    He was the one who had his grandson Jim wait outside to receive Frank.


    After all, Abel was Frank''s student. Even if Frank did not particrly enjoyplicated formalities, Abel


    should show him due respect.