?


    Despite everyone''s effort to tell Frank to concede, he breathed a long sigh and turned toward Mole. "Why is that so? I haven''t given up yet."


    "Huh?!"


    Mole was left frowning, as Frank was still being stubborn even now. "Understand your position! I''m telling you to forfeit so that you won''t die senselessly—I''d rather not have your death tarnish our reputation, even if this is your own fault."


    Suddenly remembering how Frank drank the entire cauldron of poison, Mole smirked at him.


    His miserable state now was certainly hrious!


    That was when Frank said, "I don''t need you to worry about my life."


    His calm words jolted Mole out of his thoughts, and he was left staring at Frank in shock. "Do you have a death wish?"


    "Of course not."


    Frank looked at him confidently. "But the trial isn''t over yet, is it?"


    "No..."


    Mole frowned, ncing at the hourss on the table beside Yosil. "But there''s only five minutes left. What are you going to—"


    "You don''t have to worry about that."


    Frank smiled and pushed himself to stand, picking up the jet ck mudroot.


    Mole appeared resigned at that point, shaking his head. "Fine! You''re the most stubborn man I''ve ever met, but since you want to continue, so be it! Don''t think you can me your death on our heads, because this is all your own doing!"


    "Not a problem." Frank nodded without hesitation.


    His resilient attitude left Kairo annoyed too.


    Frank had less than five minutes and no herbs, and even his cauldron blew up.


    How was he going to turn the tables now?


    Was he just being stubborn just to mess with Kairo?


    If that was Frank''s n, Kairo had to admit that Frank had seeded, because he was feeling very annoyed.


    ring at Frank, he snapped coolly,


    "Get down on your knees and kowtow three times, admit that you were at fault, and I''ll give you my pill. It won''t heal you right away, but you won''t have to stay bedridden for years."


    However, he was left further annoyed as Frankpletely ignored him.


    "Well, since I can''t use the cauldron..." Frank muttered to himself, and as everyone watched, he crushed the mudroots in his fingers.


    Then, pinching a pile of mud off the ground, he mixed it with the minced mudroot and threw it into the fire under the cauldron.


    "What...?"


    Ira was left raising a brow-what on earth was he doing, making popcorn?


    Kairo was taken aback, but he soonughed so hard that he was


    shedding tears. "You had to beal. ne?


    healer instead of a chef... what a waste!"


    Frank, however, remained unaffected by the diss and surprise.


    The Five-Peat Archaeus flowed along both his arms, and with his pure vigor charging it, the cauldron''s mes erupted into a blinding pir of inferno.


    "Shaping the pill with mes, charged with pure vigor..."


    Yosil shook his head in silence.Exclusive ? material by N?(/v)elDrama.Org.


    It was a viable method, but the pill would not be a pill, as it would be more apt to call it a mudball.


    And what good would a mudball do, at all?