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.

glanced back at the server and amended, "Alright, make it

faltered slightly as he realized he had the

...

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

with it!" Mortimer's impatience was evident as he tapped the table.

"Alright, Mortimer, here's the

and began, reiterating the matter he had briefly mentioned at the cafe. "Yesterday, I saw the news that the financial magnates from Dornia have allied to invest

to pick every bit

meat from their prey."

suddenly become generous investors. No, their real aim is something far more sinister. They want to short-sell the Montirian Ducat and make a fortune for themselves!" "What?" Matthew's confident words sent a shockwave

country's currency? How could they

Ducat, it would immediately

had some help?" He pulled out his phone and showed Mortimer 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 further. "Wait, are you saying Garrett has already allied with those financial magnates

Matthew nodded gravely. "Garrett's