Chapter 1818

The moon curved like a scythe that night. Silverbell, as instructed by Frank, was lying in bed and napping, fully dressed. Suddenly, there was a knock on her door, and Frank soon entered. "Frank?" she murmured softly, her eyes flashing viciously. "Are we doing it now?" "Nope," Frank replied, narrowing his eyes as he turned to look at Mickus Salor's room, which was directly opposite Silverbell's. Narrowing his eyes and taking out a voice recorder, he said, "For now, just listen to me…" - Silverbell's cheeks blushed beet red after Frank told her his plan, and she pouted like a little girl. "Do I have to, Frank?" "It's a diversion—we need to especially distract Titus," Frank said with a dead serious look. "O-Okay…" Silverbell held up the voice recorder and tried what he had asked her to. "Ah!" Frank frowned a little. "Again. Put some feeling into it." "Ah?" Silverbell did her best to do what Frank asked, but he still shook his head, indicating that he felt nothing from it. "I