Man With Super Medical Skill by Matthew

Chapter 3211 The Meeting

As dawn broke over Hulwin, Mortimer arrived in full military regalia. He wasted no time before approaching Matthew with a concerned expression. "Matthew, what's going on? Your message sounded urgent."

Matthew, however, appeared unruffled. "Easy there, old friend. Let's not rush on an empty stomach. We'll talk after breakfast." He led Mortimer to a nearby cafe, where they settled down, each with a bowl of steaming breakfast chowder.

As Matthew took a bite of his doughnut, he leaned forward, lowering his voice a little. "Did you catch yesterday's news? Dornia's announced the formation of a chamber of commerce. They're set to start investing in Montiria within three days." "Yeah, I heard," Mortimer mumbled through a mouthful of breadstick. "Isn't that... supposed to be a good thing?"

Mortimer finally gulped down the last of his breadstick with some effort, then took a deep breath. He had rushed over from Southaven in the dead of night after receiving Matthew's cryptic message, expecting a crisis. Yet here they were, enjoying a leisurely breakfast. Feeling slightly miffed, he waved over the server again.

"Another glass of soy milk and three eggs, please!" he demanded.

Matthew couldn't help but chuckle at Mortimer's voracious appetite. It was partly his fault. He should have explained better before making him rush all the way here.

"Mortimer, one egg is enough for me," Matthew said.

the server and amended, "Alright,

faltered slightly as he realized he had

...

Mortimer to the Martial League's newly renovated reception room, which

Mortimer's impatience was evident as he tapped the table. "What's

"Alright, Mortimer, here's the

briefly mentioned at the cafe. "Yesterday, I saw the news that the financial magnates from Dornia have allied to invest in Montiria's enterprises. At first glance, it looks like a win-win situation for Montiria, but we both know those men are nothing more than vultures.

pick every bit

meat from their prey."

that they've suddenly become generous investors. No, their real aim is something far more sinister. They want to short-sell

an entire country's currency? How could they

Montirian Ducat, it would immediately raise red

a photo of Garrett, the Third Prince of Montiria, standing in a tailored suit at the center of a press conference. Mortimer's eyes widened

Matthew nodded gravely. "Garrett's