Chapter 1813


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    Silverbell continued, "As for the Turnbulls'' lost spiritron vein, only you and the higher-ups of the Martial Alliance should be aware about it, and no one else-not even the Lionhearts. So..."


    "So the Lionhearts being here proves that the rumors are true."


    Frank raised a brow and finished it for her. "The rogue Turnbull executive was trying to defect to the Lionheart family, or they wouldn''t have known." Silverbell nodded, looking at Frank in approval-he was always sharp.


    Still, she was soon hesitant. "However, that also begs another question-it''s been a week since the Turnbulls have lost their spiritron vein. If the rogue Turnbull executive really wanted to defect to the Lionhearts, why would the spiritron vein show up in the hands of a foreign businessman instead?"


    Frank was wondering about that too, and it was a question that left both him and Silverbell stumped.


    Eventually, he frowned and suggested, "Knowing the Lionhearts, negotiations with the rogue Turnbull executive must have most likely fallen through. That executive then fled Morhen and made contact with this Yohan Bozad, whom this Mr. Mobius keeps talking about—"


    "Wait, did you say Yohan Bozad?!"


    While Helen had no idea who Yohan was, Silverbell lost herposure as soon as she heard the name.


    "What? Is he a force to be reckoned with?" Frank asked in curiosity.


    "Yes," Silverbell replied, her expression solemn as she hung her head, muttering to herself, "If the rogue Turnbull executive contacted Yohan, that would make sense."


    Looking up at Frank again, she then said solemnly, "Frank, what am I going to say next is my earnest advice to you-you have to keep it to heart." "What is it?" Frank asked.


    This was the first time that Frank had ever seen Silverbell being that serious, so it had to be something very important, or she would not have that look on her face.


    "Try to stay out of Yohan Bozad''s way if you can. Remember that."


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    Frank did a double take-this was the first time Silverbell had ever told him to avoid anyone, even the Lionhearts included.


    And seeing how worried she was, he could not help asking softly in curiosity, "Who is this Yohan Bozad?"


    "He''s..."


    Silverbell took a deep breath and scowled. "He''s a mysterious person who has never shown his face, not even to his followers."


    "He has never shown his face?"


    Frank was puzzled-if the man had never shown his face, why would Silverbell, the chief of the Martial Alliance, be so wary of him?


    Silverbell sighed. "Officially, the


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    Martial Alliance''s information asserts that he was born a foreign noble in a country with a long history. There, he was apparently blessed by a deity and can perform miracles and defeat anyone who stands in his way.


    "Since then, he has extended the blessing to his followers, all of whom are able to wield the same blessings. It''s called godforce, and it''spletely different from our country''s martial arts."


    "Godforce?"


    Frank''s brow furrowed as he muttered, "Why does it sound so freaky, like some chatan trick?"


    "I thought so too... at first."


    Silverbell breathed a deep sigh,


    shaking her head as she looked into thin air and reminisced. "But I don''t doubt it after I saw it with my own eyes. It''s an unbelievable power that seems endless, and it''spletely different from Draconian martial arts."