Man With Super Medical Skill by Matthew

Chapter 2999 Mortimer's Bloody Methods

Meanwhile, in Raischester...

The establishment of the Martial League on Mortimer's end was progressing on a full scale and at a pace that far outstripped Matthew's.

In the study, Miles was reporting updates on the progress of various tasks. "The Martial League's affairs are all sorted out. All that's left is to get the personnel and equipment in place for it to officially begin operations. Also, those sneaky rats who slipped in have been taken care of."

There was a moment of silence from Mortimer, his fingers tapping on the desk in front of him. Finally, he instructed, "Cut off all of their heads and have them hung on the lighthouse at the harbor."

With these words, the atmosphere in the room grew heavy, a sense of menace looming.

"Father, won't this provoke them?" Miles couldn't help but feel concerned. After all, these desperados were capable of anything.

"What's there to be afraid of? My success today is the result of walking a path paved with the blood and bones of my enemies. I've never backed down when it comes to being ruthless! Spread the word-all foreign mercenaries and assassin organizations in Southaven must register! A week from now, any unregistered ones will be killed!"

Miles could tell from Mortimer's murderous demeanor that he meant business. After closing the file, he promptly left the study.

"Listen up, Zedler Tiger Guards! It's time to clean house in Southaven!"

a hundred thousand guards were

the fishermen of Raischester discovered a bizarre sight atop the lighthouse: scores of mercenaries' and

own grave. Tonight, they'll learn the price of crossing our

group bellowed

and tell my father that

that, he took a wet towel from his subordinate and wiped the blood from his

...

Lucius and Ivy, Matthew led his wife to the herb

even stepped into the garden, a

Lustrous Fruit, century-old fleeceflower roots, Starfall Herb, and so on... With each breath, invaluable medicinal treasures flashed through Matthew's

sought was absent among the

between them. Herbs that normally clashed worked together perfectly in the hands of the mysterious Mr. Stewart, nourishing

a faint sense of profound wisdom underlying it all. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that

their ailments and

Mr. Stewart an advanced grandmaster?" Matthew asked, his

Standing beside him, however,

Feather remained silent, merely

at Matthew