FreeNovelOnce word got out that the Lionhearts were conspiring to assassinate the head of one of the Four Families of Morhen, their reputation would be dealt a serious blow. It went without saying that it would be much worse than Sif's troubles at Norsedam! As such, Sif was now afraid to breathe a peep.
If she somehow exposed herself now, forget Ciril—even her own family elders would skin her for the sheer vileness of her plot! Soon, Morhen would be left in chaos as it was every man for himself, while even the Lionhearts would find themselves desperate.
"N-No, sir," Sif quickly said humbly. "I chere to deliver an invitation—my brother Titus will be marrying Vicky Turnbull in a few days, and your family is cordially invited to attend the ceremony." "Hmph. Yet another arranged marriage?" Ciril chuckled coolly and waved her off. "I understand. You may go now." "Ah... yes, of course. By your leave, Mr. Janko." Sif bowed slightly, ready to flee with her men right then.
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Still, she stayed long enough to shoot Frank a vicious glare, as if to tell him that he was lucky this time! Before she could disappear, however, Ciril suddenly called out to her. "Wait!" "Yes, Mr. Janko?" Sif asked, turning around reluctantly.
"Please send my thanks to Simon for his generous hospitality." Ciril smiled darkly. "I will always be grateful, and | solemnly vow to return the favor eventually." Sif pursed her lips, and this time, she went straight to her car with her bodyguards without pausing as they fled.
When they were all gone from sight, Ciril suddenly coughed a mouthful of blood and dropped on one knee.
Naturally, he was just putting on a strong front earlier.
"Father!" "Brother!" Ned and Lothar hurried to his side to help him, but he raised a hand to stop them.
"I'm fine," he said, before looking up at Ned with a contented smile, clapping him on the shoulder. "You've done well, Ned. | was right about you—I'm satisfied with what you've done, to say the least." "Father." Ned shook his head guiltily and sighed. "Yed is right. I'm useless. If it wasn't for Mr. Lawrence's help, I'd be—" "Don't take away credit from yourself now!" Ciril laughed heartily. "You understand how important it is to rely on others, to have faith and gamble—that's wisdom in its own right! Just look atand your Uncle Lothar. We both started out with nothing... But now, even the Lionhearts are tiptoeing around us!" "Yeah." Ned smiled and nodded, his face lighting up with confidence again.
"Haha! Good. Now helpup!"
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As Ned and Lothar helped Ciril up to his feet, holding one arm each, Ciril turned toward Frank with yet another heaty laugh.Thank you so much, Mr. Lawrence. | heard you're both a formidable fighter and a skilled healer."
Beside Ciril, Lothar could tell what his brother was going to say and quickly whispered into his ear. Hold on, brother . The boy is Donn Lawrence in the flesh—I'm sure of it." "Huh?" Ciril's pupils dilated, and he paused, clearing his throat.
Suddenly, he was looking at Frank as if Frank was an equal. "Mr. Lawrence, you've saved my lfsadd the legacy . I've built. I hence announce that my family shall now pull out from the race to becone of the Four Families of Morhen."
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