Man With Super Medical Skill by Matthew

Chapter 3240 Escape at Sea

At the edge of the Balira Sea, several Montirian warships were heading toward Dornia.

Garrett stood on the deck, holding a high-powered binocular, his eyes scanning the sea in every direction as if searching for something.

"Your Highness, what are you looking for?" A scar-faced man in uniform approached. He was one of Garrett's old allies, officially a Montirian Navy major, but long ago, Garrett had brought him into his circle to keep a close eye on Toby's naval activities. The man, impressed by Garrett's cunning, had eventually become a loyal follower.

"This doesn't make sense... Could I have been overthinking it?" Garrett muttered to himself in disbelief as he scanned the sea within the dozens of miles and saw no sign of pursuers.

Could it be that Gadel didn't create the Gloam Division just to stir up chaos back home? Was all of this just a setup to lure me in? Maybe that day in the grand hall was nothing more than him playing the part of a concerned benefactor? But then, why the hidden bugs in the clothes, and the banks in Montiria refusing to lend? Even the Minister of Finance doesn't wield that kind of power.

softly called out to Garrett, bringing him back from his deep

looked at the scar-faced man, speaking in a serious tone. "Has there been any movement on the radar? Any

electronic signals within a 12-mile radius, and the lookout, stationed on the ship's

area. Are you perhaps a bit too tense?" The scar-faced man's voice was hesitant, but he felt Garrett might be overly

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is? And Gadel... do you still think he's just a king blinded by the Gloam Division?" Garrett's eyes seemed lost as he murmured to himself, "So many have underestimated Matthew and ended up crushed

most frightening thing isn't when the threat appears directly in front of you. It's when you know

Carter, the

prince's hollow eyes gradually fill with despair. He didn't understand why Garrett was so terrified of Matthew and Gadel. But as a subordinate, it wasn't his place to ask if Garrett wanted to share, Blade would listen respectfully; if not, he would bury his curiosity and

the mast was munching on a piece of bread. For someone stationed up