Maron was endlessly pompous, clearly saying all he could to provoke Frank.
"It just happens that I have a guest from Morhen, but how do I put this? We can't afford to upset her."
Maron sighed, shaking his head dramatically as he walked circles around Frank. "She's so hot, but she's also too powerful. She'd just kill me if I try to force myself on her—that's why I need a fearless champion, and one who has nothing to do with Sage Lake Sect to take her down. But I don't mean to hurt her, I just want to incapacitate her—ideally unconscious."
"After that, leave everything to me," he finished, clapping Frank on the shoulder and patting his cheek. "I'm counting on you, Mr. Lawrence! If you do, I'll…"
Maron trailed off as he switched gears. "Hold on, letting off a martial elite like you so easily is a waste. Let's do it this way instead—I have five hostages, but you can pick the one I release while I release each of them after you fulfill a task for me. Generous, aren't I? That's decided!"
Maron was going to strode off contentedly when Frank chuckled behind him.
"What? What's so funny?" Maron scowled, his smile fading right away.
"I'm surprised someone in Sage Lake Sect is that shameless, and…"
Frank wiped his own face as he grinned at Maron. "You're really asking for it!"
Quinn scowled at the sight of Frank's grin.
Snorting, he suddenly leapt up and punched Frank in the stomach.
Various stairs leading to different places branched away from the square, leading to the conclave, barracks, shrine, and dojo.
Frank was led toward the conclave, and he could hear Maron laughing even before he entered.
"Sorry to keep you waiting, Lady Silverbell. I was held back tending to some mundane issues concerning my apprentices—I can only ask for your understanding."
As Frank strode into the conclave, Frank quickly saw Maron on the main seat, with a woman seated in the guest's chair.
Her white silky dress made it appear as if she was shrouded in mist.
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