The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Chapter 513 On a summer day, the market was bustling. As soon as Matthew entered, he saw at least a dozen trucks, each loaded with watermelons.

As he walked further in, the meat and vegetable stalls came into view. A lot of people were buying groceries, mostly women and old people. Young people were less common here.

Caleb scratched his head and asked, "How do we start looking?"

Matthew didn't have a plan either. "We'll just have to check every place one by one."

With so few leads, it was hard to know where to start. All they could do now was to search for Eastorians.

Matthew stopped at a fish stall. "Do you have any salmon here?"

The fish vendor was in his 40s. Dressed in sandals, loose shorts, and a vest, he was already sweating a lot early in the morning. Spotting Matthew eyeing the fish, the vendor knew business was coming.

Smiling, the vendor handed over a cigarette. "Here. Have a smoke. Are you looking to make fish tartare? You've come to the right place. We've got salmon, rainbow trout, tuna, and snapper. All of them are perfect for tartare."

Matthew didn't normally smoke, but he still took a cigarette. Accepting the cigarette was a sign he planned to buy the fish, so the vendor would be extra welcoming.

with a lighter, Matthew put the cigarette between his

got a quick question. I heard Eastorians are quite particular about tartare.

for tartare,

"Do you get a bunch of

"Of course. There are two Eastorian restaurants on the food street. Besides big clients like

half an hour, but he didn't uncover anything useful. Right before

they walked away from the fish stall, Matthew

and responded, "I sure did. I stuck it in a hidden

they kept walking onward, Caleb would leave a ring at any dodgy

sun was

I tried calling him this morning but he's

been off the whole time? Matthew suddenly had a bad feeling. Did the Red Wolves find out

couldn't waste any more time

stay and keep looking. If you find anything,

he didn't dare to bring it up. So,