The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

Chapter 1643



With the Yimmel leadership surrendering, the feud between the Lane family, which Hardy Xinder instigated, came to a close. Naturally, no one could have seen that despite the Yimmels coming to conquer, they were devoured by the Lane family instead. Still, the incident was kept under wraps-only members of either families were aware.

Given the Yimmel family's scale, there was plenty of internal dissent, but Yora used whatever authority she had left to repress it.

The rest of the family did not know why either, but they ultimately submitted to the Lane family due to pressure.

As for the Lane family, despite the celebrations that they turned the tables against the Yimmels, there was a gloom that hung over their heads-Mark Lane.

He was certainly not celebrating with the rest of the family, having been poisoned and left in a coma.

While Helen had accomplished a major feat and became the head of the Lane family in no uncertain terms now, Mark remained the family's symbol and source of strength, and his death would definitely be a huge blow to the family.

Hence, the day after Frank settled everything in Zamri, he rushed to Laneview without further ado.

Thanking Hans Schnee and everyone else, he headed to Mark's room and examined him.

As everyone watched with bated breath, Frank frowned as he came to the conclusion from Mark's symptoms that a unique poison had been used on him.

It was the Rigor Pneuma, a mysterious concoction lost to time.

It must be consumed over at least a week, though the victim would not feel uncomfortable until a catalyst triggered the poison.

Curiously, it did not cause

symptoms of its own-it merely

exacerbated some underlying illness in an individual. As such, it would not look like the victim was poisoned and would instead look like some old symptom was relapsing. Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Frank could see through it because it was once used on a Mystic Sky Sect elder, who was poisoned by his own apprentice.

Given the subtle nature of the poison, most would not be able to see it, and the method to counteract the poison was complex.

Orthodox methods would not

work-it was only by consuming the

Stellar Winroot that absorbed the essence of the Rigor Pneuma that the victim could be saved.

Otherwise, the victim would lose their vigor with each passing day, until they died as their lifeforce faded.

Having come to a diagnosis, Frank quickly called Morhen's Abel Loggins to send the herb as soon as possible. Loggins Apothecary was extremely famous, and they would most certainly keep stock of Stellar Windroots.

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What Frank did not expect was Abel stammering, Master Lawrence, I'm sure you know that the Stellar Windroot is not particularly valuable, and century-old specimens are especially rare. I did have one a while ago, but it had been stored too long and the medicinal value faded, so I sold it to Kornac's Keep."

"You don't have it?" Frank frowned.

While it was troublesome, it was also understandable the Stellar Windroot was too specialized and unnecessary in the treatment of most illnesses.

To harvest a hundred-year old specimen also required one leaping into chilly lakes, and there was no guarantee of getting it.

And even after obtaining it, it would not sell for much.

Abel was certainly right about that.