Chapter 1016
“What else is there?” Sif asked impatiently.
“Well, I was worried that this would give you a heart attack. Mr. Lawrence?” The South Sea Crow called out, turning toward the shadows. “Mr. Lawrence…? As in… Frank Lawrence?!”
Shock showed on Sif’s face. She was dumbfounded, even as she glanced between the South Sea Crow and the man emerging from the shadows. Catching his cue once he was called, Frank strode out pompously into the open.
Disguises were unnecessary now-he took off his mask and glasses, then turned off the recorder in his pocket while greeting Sif formally. “Good evening, Ms. Lionheart.”
“You… Both of you…”
Sif came to a realization at the sight before her-she was no fool and turned to run after a moment of shock.
“Running, Ms. Lionheart? Don’t you think it’s already too late?”
Frank appeared behind Sif in an instant, striking her on the nape and knocking her out.
The South Sea Crow took a sip of her cocktail even as she watched Sif collapse limply on the floor, breathing an eerie laugh. “Still unchivalrous as ever, my fellow apprentice…”
Frank raised a brow, glancing at the fair legs poking out beneath the cloak and shook his head exasperatedly. “I’m surprised you’d want to kidnap her. Why didn’t you do it yourself?”
The South Sea Crow chortled. “Isn’t it more interesting for you to show up and do it? I’d just like to see Sif look flustered.”
“Brat.” Frank sighed tiredly.
The South Sea Crow simply shrugged. “Well, I’m done here… I’ll be leaving Morhen now, as I’m sure the Lionhearts would suspect my involvement in her disappearance. I’d need a good place to hide, though.”
“Go to Riverton. Find Burt Yorkman, and say my name,” Frank told her and dropped to a crouch to examine Sif. “Okay…” The South Sea Crow nodded but soon laughed again. “Don’t tell me you’re going to…?”
“Shut it,” Frank snorted, wondering how innocent fellow apprentice now ran her mouth like some sleazy taxi driver.
“Oh, right. I met Gus Zeller, the Sorano retainer,” he suddenly said.
“Oh, he’s alive? Shame.” The South Sea Crow sighed and left the Dark Life without another word.
It was only when Frank picked up Sif that he realized that the bartender and other customers at the bar were all lying on the floor, passed out as if drunk.
Given the attention to detail, Frank had to admit that though she was his junior, she was now an elite too. Sighing, he carried Sif out of the bar.
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Thirty minutes later, the bartender stirred and suddenly leapt to his feet, looking around warily.
Unable to find Sif no matter how he looked, his face fell, and he promptly whipped out his phone to make a call.
Then, in another thirty minutes, a convoy of Lionheart cars arrived.
