Frank finished, "Just mention my name, and you can enjoy special service and medicinal baths that won''t lose out to the Bloodcrane Spiritbloom." "Really?!"


    Yosil''s eyes lit up. "I''ve heard about the farm resort myself, but I''ve never been and therefore presumed it to be some publicity stunt. I didn''t expect it to be your work... In that case, I shall visit it myself."


    While they were speaking, Ira Summers approached them with a ss in hand. "Apologies, Frank... I meant, Elder Lawrence. I''ve spoken insolently, and as an apprentice of Kornac''s Keep, I hope you''d see past my indiscretion..."


    His tentative mannerisms left Frank chuckling and shaking his head.


    He did not really take offense anyway and clinked sses with Ira, a gesture to let bygones be bygones.


    Still, it had been a long day for Frank as he soon rushed to Riverton from Norsedam, but at the very least, Mark Lane was saved.


    Reaching Lanevillle, Frank immediately refined a pill with the Ster Windroot and worked through the night.


    By early next morning, Frank fed Mark the pill, and Mark finally opened his eyes as everyone looked on worriedly.


    He was enfeebled and needed time to recuperate, but he was mostly fine.


    Seeing that, the Lane family were once again thanking Frank.


    Jon Lane was especially grateful. He was even fawning over Frank after he was forced into bing the head of the family, only for Frank and Helen to not me him.


    In the end, Frank was left smiling wearily-it was first the Yimmels, and then Baba Yaga, and finally Kornac''s Keep.


    Frank was physically robust, but staying up for several days still wore him out.


    He was relieved to see Mark wake up, and as soon as his anxiety faded, he was left exhausted-spiritually, not physically.


    After all, he had been on edge for so long that even those around him could see that.


    That''s why basically no one asked


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    him for help after he returned to Cologne Court, with everyone tacitly


    agreeing that he should


    Still, as Frank was left watching thedies around him work busily over the next month, he became the only one who was idling.


    His daily routine only included


    training, teatime, teaching Kat Yego


    martial arts, and answering Winter


    Lawrence''s calls when she had


    trouble with certain patients


    There was no question that he was a sugar baby to Helen the girlboss.


    Naturally, their neighbors around Cologne Court were gossiping when they saw Frank goof off every day.


    "Tut, tut. Why would the board chairwoman of Lanecorp give herself such a poor excuse for a boy toy?" "Hah! Would he be a boy toy if he was an upstanding member of society?"


    "You''re right, but it still sucks to see such a waste..."


    With Frank''s exceptional hearing, he naturally heard those snarkyments every morning.


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