Frank was convinced, but he still worried about Helen’s safety.
As such, he set the rule that she must stay put at Nash’s cottage, which she agreed to eagerly.
It appeared that she was pleased that she was allowed to stay.
As for Luna, Gina, and Cindy, Frank had Hux Darman’s people escort them back to Riverton, in case there were still Talnamese prowling in Morhen. When all of that was done, Frank finally had the time to gather his confused thoughts.
The first of his concerns was what Talc had told him.
Somehow, he started to see a strange, vague connection between Draconia’s leaders, Talnam, his father, his mother’s death, and even the massacre of Mystic Sky Sect.
And judging from his father and Fenton’s reactions, Frank had the feeling that the mastermind was someone even his father-the Lord of the Southern Woods himself-would never challenge.
In that sense, Frank now had a feeling that his old man was scapegoated for the massacre of Mystic Sky Sect.
However, what on earth was the agreement between Draconia’s leaders and Talnam?
Frank was left irritated because he simply could not make head or tail of it.
At the same time, he felt danger-because of his lack of ability.
He may have completed Birthright rank and even boosted himself briefly to mid-Ascendant rank with the Death Eater, but he could not win against anyone above that.
As such, he has a pressing need to improve, ideally up to Ascendant rank. At that point, no Ascendant rank would be a threat to him. That said, there were only two methods to improve.
The first was to train as he usually did, and wait for his pure vigor to solidify in time and improve beyond the bottleneck of his present rank. However, that was too slow-and right now, Frank did not have the time to wait.
The second, however, would be costly.
He would consume the spiritrons from every form of nature’s wonders, forcing open his meridian nexus and accumulating copious amounts of pure vigor for his improvement, just like he did before.
Not only was this method expensive, but he needed bucketloads of natural wonders, which the rich and important had a monopoly over.
In short, even money could not get Frank those, unless…
It was an idea Frank had for a while the accelerated growth method that Hundred Bane Sect was said to have.
If he had that technique too, he would not be constrained by the limited amounts of nature’s wonders. He simply had to buy them-even the immature ones-in truckloads, after which he could catalyze their growth to improve himself up to unthinkable levels.
However, it was just an idea.
Moreover, he had sent Trevor Zurich to gather information about the accelerated growth method for a while now. The fact that he had no feedback from Trevor mean things did not look particularly hopeful…
“I guess I have to subtly gather natural wonders while I hasten my training.”
Either way, it was a helpless situation for Frank-he was a rare talent in Draconia, but his injury had cost him three years, where his cultivation only deteriorated.
Still, while he was absorbed in his thoughts, he received a call from Abel Loggins.
“Hello? How can I help you, Mr. Loggins?” Frank asked politely.
He was nice to Abel since he would eventually be moving to Morhen, and having some connections would help him establish a firm foundation.
“I’m sorry to bother you again, Mr. Lawrence,” Abel said a little awkwardly, and it took a while for him to say, “As you know, I have a chain of apothecaries, and my abilities as a healer were admired in Morhen despite my shortcomings. Anyway, there’s a martial elite who will be coming in today, and I suspect his condition is more complicated than the build-up of old injuries. I can’t provide anything effective, so if you could, Mr. Lawrence…”
In other words, Abel was asking Frank to make a trip.
