Chapter 1803


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    If he were one second slower, Mickus'' hand would have been minced meat.


    Still, he quickly hid his trembling right hand behind himself while ring coldly at Frank. "Impressive."


    His ttery was icy, just as there was no hint of positive attitude toward Frank in his visage if anything, he looked even more hostile now.


    "You tter me," Frank replied, his tone neutral.


    Such was his attitude-if the other person backed down, he would afford them their sce.


    However, it was still clear that the heir to Clear Winds Pavilion had no respect for Frank and was actually hostile.


    ncing at Silverbell beside himself, Frank could certainly see why.


    "Hmph!"


    Mickus snorted coldly, not forgetting to threaten Frank before he stormed off. "Don''t think you get to strut just because you have some skill! There''s all the time for you to suffer!"


    "You don''t have to worry about that," Frank replied, calm as ever.


    Mickus was left glowering, while Frank waited until he was gone before turning toward Silverbell.


    "Pfft..."


    To his surprise, he found her giggling, and her divine good looks and her carefree smile left Frank spacing out.


    Still, she soon realized that Frank was staring fixedly at her, blushing as she exined under her breath, "Clear Winds Pavilion is a Bralog sect that has stayed in seclusion, and Mickus has been stalking me for a while, but I can''t give him the cold shoulder since his sect is part of the Martial Alliance."


    "Must be tough being the chief." Frank could not help chuckling at Silverbell''s words. "Running all over Draconia, mediating between various factions, as well as having to look pretty for them..."


    "What are you saying?!"


    Silverbell pouted at thest part, rolling her eyes at Frank.


    Frank chuckled and said, "Alright then. Go on-tell me what you''re doing here. I happen to be in town for some business, and I can help if you need me."


    Silverbell was surprised and was ready to refuse.


    Still, she nodded after some thought. "I''vee in secret to investigate a certain foreigner. He''s a legitimate businessman, but in reality, he''s a heretical geomancer."


    "A heretical geomancer?"


    It was the first time Frank heard of such a title and was immediately interested.Belongs to (N)?vel/Drama.Org.


    Silverbell nodded. "I''m telling you


    just so that you''ll be careful. He''s really unpredictable and his methods unorthodox-you''d fall for it if you let your guard down fora moment. I don''t mind telling you that it''s my first time dealing with such a case too."


    Frank lifted a brow. "Methods such as...?"


    "Such as..."


    Silverbell thought about it but remained uncertain. "Drinking a fetus'' blood to maintain his youth, cannibalistic rituals, devouring dreams..."


    "Did you read that from some witch hunting manual?"


    Frank chuckled, since it sounded just like those middle-age tomes.


    Silverbell blushed. "Like I said, it''s my first time taking on a case like this."


    "Well then, if it really is just like what those books said, then this heretical geomancer is trouble."


    Frank smiled without hesitation. "And to make up for causing yourpanion to storm off, I''ll help you deal with your geomancer." "What about your business...?"


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    "There''s no rush." Frank waved off Silverbell, chuckling. "I''m waiting for the


    aparty to make contact


    anyway. Since I have the time, I can go with you."