Female Novel
Chatper 541
"Aria Lond!"
Frank's fist was still awash with blood as endless rage flared within him.
He had been careful last night during the banquet at White Hall. He inspected every kitchen utensil and
piece of food to ensure there was no poison before setting his mind at ease.
The only thing he did not take notice of was the wine Aria served him.
Despite Aria's endlessly devious nature, he thought he could forgive Aria since she was Winter's friend.
After that shenanigan of hers, she should be turning over a new leaf and genuinely reflecting.
That was why Frank did not expect her to poison him instead!
Thud! Thud!
Frank started to hit himself with Sage Lake Sect's Lotus Poke, striking various acupoints to fire up his
vigor and dispel the poison.
"You useless scum! He's been poisoned! Get him right now!"
On the other hand, Quinn was yelling at her father's men since they were backing down instead.
The black-clad men all traded glances but eventually braced themselves and charged.
"Mr. Lawrence!"
Burt leapt into the air, jumping from shoulders to shoulders before landing beside Frank.
He could see that Frank was in a bad shape and reached him to stave off the black-clad man.
"Thanks." Frank was earnestly grateful to see Burt put his life on the line for him.
His fingers moved even quicker at that as he poked himself repeatedly while also taking a pill he
refined beforehand.
"Cough, cough... Blargh!"
Just as Burt was about to be overwhelmed by the black-clad men's assault, Frank smacked his palm
on his chest, and he hacked out a mouthful of viscous black blood.
"Incompetent fools!!!"
Quinn turned frantic as she saw Frank recover. She would have charged at Frank instead of having thenovelbin
black-clad men do it, but it was pointless since she was only a vigor wielder.
However, a middle-aged man with war paint on his face suddenly vaulted from the ranks of the
blackclad men.
He moved so quickly that Burt could not even see him, landing a punch in Burt's gut.
"Oof!" Burt grunted as he was sent flying, his face turning pale right then.
"Burt!"
Frank looked up just then to see Burt being sent flying, his eyes turning red as he glided forward and
caught Burt.
"Cough, cough..." Burt collapsed in Frank's arms and hacked violently, blood welling out of his mouth.
"M-Mr. Lawrence. My meridian nexus."
Frank promptly tore through Burt's clothes to find the distinct bruise on his abdomen.
His eyes flashing, he looked up furiously at the middle-aged man who was gloating. "Burt Yorkman. I
was the one who chose you and groomed you, but you betrayed Sage Lake Sect. In that case, I shall
take back everything we gave you, and you can enjoy the life of a cripple."
Around them, the black-clad men stopped attacking after the middle-aged man showed up, merely
keeping Frank, Burt, the old man, and his granddaughter at the center.
"Mr. Lawrence, I."
"Don't talk!" Frank snapped even as he sweated from his brow, his hand a blur as he poked Burt's
acupoints to seal them, preventing further loss of vigor.
"B-Birthright rank?!"
The old man, who managed to survive the black-clad men's assault, could feel his hands shake even
as he stared at the middle-aged man.
"Hmph." The middle-aged man snorted just then. "I'll at least acknowledge your strength, Frank
Lawrence, since you survived the assault of so many Sage Lake Sect apprentices. But it's over now."