There was a single table in the hall, with many men already seated around it.
Vicky smiled. “Let me introduce you, Frank. This is Gerald Simmons, Riverton’s Chief of General
Affairs.”
The middle–aged man with a square jaw nodded at Frank, and he nodded in turn. “Mr. Simmons.”
At the same time, Vicky worked her way around the table, introducing the guests one after another,
each of whom were rich and important Riverton individuals.
“Chief of Riverton’smerce guild.”
“Head of Riverton’s Skyde Dojo.”
“Owner of Flora Hall.”
After Frank greeted each of them, Vicky finally introduced him. “This is Frank Lawrence, whom I
mentioned earlier.”
The Head of Riverton’s Skyde Dojo said, “I see that you’re a seasoned martial artist.”
“You tter me,” Frank replied humbly. “I just know a thing or two.”
Vicky had naturally left Frank’s improved version of the Boltsmacker unmentioned while telling Yara to
keep it a secret.
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Gerald scoffed just then. “That’s the healer you spoke of, Vicky?”
“Yes.” Vicky nodded. “You shouldn’t underestimate him because of his youth, Mr. Simmons. He’s a rare
breed when ites to medicine.”
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“Evenpared to Mr. Zimmer?” The Chief of Riverton’smerce guild nced pointedly at Dan
Zimmer, the head of Flora Hall, just then.
Vicky took a deep breath and said, “No offense, but I dare say that Frank is Mr. Zimmer’s equal, if not
superior.”
There were gasps heard around the room–the men present more or less know Vicky’s temperament
and that she would never trade barbs with anyone.
And yet, she would suck up to that brat even if it insulted Dan!
Was Frank really that gifted, or was Vicky pushing her luck?!
Dan simply chuckled. “I’m sure that he’s a dozen times better than I am. After all, I personally
attempted to help you but failed, Ms. Turnbull, whereas that boy seeded.”
“Indeed.” Vicky smiled. “And since everyone’s here, why not test Mr. Lawrence’s abilities to see for
yourself? He’s here personally, there’s no reason to doubt him before you test him.”
“We’re not doubting him,” Gerald replied tly. “But he’s no older than Mr. Zurich’s granddaughter, is
he? Also, I heard the Wesleys presented you with a 100–year–old panacea cap as a gift. Isn’t that the
reason you’ve recovered instead?”
Vicky sneered. “It’s a 50–year–old panacea cap, to be precise. And I gave it to Mr. Lawrence.‘
“And when did you be an authority in herbology?” Gerald asked. “Don’t tell me that the boy told
you.”
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“Yes.”
Gerald sighed in disappointment. “I guess people do make mistakes, Vicky. You used to believe in
evidence, not words alone!”
Vicky did a double take, but Gerald was right–she had grown to haveplete faith in Frank’s words
before she knew it.
Even so, it goes without question that Frank had cured her.
On the other hand, Frank understood what Gerald was saying.
Despite everything said, the men around the table were skeptical about him, convinced that he was a
swindler who bewitched Vicky and tricked her for the panacea cap.
“Now reflect upon my words, Vicky,” Gerald added and rose to his feet, ready to leave.
The rest were shaking their heads and nning to leave as well.
That was when Frank suddenly pped a hand on Gerald’s shoulder. “One moment please, Mr.
Simmons.”
Gerald scowled right then. “What is it, boy? Do you want a fight?”
Frank scowled, but said solemnly nheless, “No, Mr. Simmons. I would just like to ask–have you
been experiencing symptoms such as losing sleep and concentration, as well as night sweats?”
Gerald narrowed his eyes. “I have.”
Beside them, Vicky was smiling.
She had noticed the serious look on Frank’s face and knew that he was getting serious!