Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)

A group of Montirian citizens, unable to get a spot in line at the banks and pawnshops, quickly gathered around, their excitement palpable. "Is what you've written true? Can we really exchange our Montirian Ducats for your Dornian Emeralds?"

As the crowd around him grew, Mortimer's booming voice cut through the chatter, reaching everyone's ears. "We are a trade association from Seraphis. No matter how many Montirian Ducats you have, we can take them all. So, there's no need to rush-just form a line and take your turn."

Under Mortimer's imposing presence, the once chaotic crowd quickly settled down, forming an orderly line.

"Exchange 30 thousand Dornian Emeralds for me!" a man demanded as he handed over 200 thousand Montirian Ducats-his entire life savings to one of the merchants handling the exchanges.

Meanwhile, the wealthy merchants huddled together, analyzing the current situation in Montiria.

"This can't just be about the Montirian Ducat devaluing. Those rumors were spread intentionally," Maurice said, his chubby face showing signs of concern.Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

Although these merchants were relatively well-off in Southaven, if the financial titans from Dornia decided to go all out and pour all their resources into this escalating financial war, the two billion Dornian Emeralds they had pooled together might end up being a drop in the

ocean.

"The Lecarres Summit Warden has assured us that more wealthy merchants will join in to help. We won't be left high and dry," said a kindly-faced man as he adjusted his glasses.

"Exactly, Mr. Jardine is right. Our priority should be to curb this escalating growth within Montiria," another merchant added.

"But on that note, has anyone seen Mr. Zedler?" one of them asked, looking around.

Noticing Mortimer's absence, Maurice's chubby face turned pale with worry. "Oh no, Mr. Zedler's been kidnapped as soon as he arrived in Montiria! I hope he's alright."

Emory shot Maurice a stern glare and scolded, "Mortimer is a grandmaster-level fighter! Who could possibly kidnap him? If there was a kidnapping, I'd be more worried for the kidnappers!"

At that very moment, outside the

Gloam Division command center, a shadowy figure moved silently through the darkness. Upon closer inspection, it became evident that the figure was none other than Mortimer.

He was about to carry out the task Matthew had specifically assigned him before departure: to eliminate the top officials of the Gloam.

Division and rid the nation of net

treacherous, deceitful villains once and for all.

In a few swift, silent leaps, Mortimer made his way into the courtyard of the command center, his grandmaster-level skills allowing him to remain undetected by the patrolling guards.

In his hand, Mortimer held a stack of photographs-targets given to him by Matthew. Each person depicted was a key member of the Gloam Division and was marked for death that night.

The flashlights of the patrolling

Gloam Division soldiers cut through

the darkness of the courtyard,

standing out starkly. As the two

guards drew closer, Mortimer began to hear snippets of their Conversation.

"Man, that woman today was something else. You should've seen her husband's face, haha!"

"Yeah, she was roughed up by three of us and still had the energy to curse us."

"Too bad we can't leave any witnesses anymore, thanks to that d*mn Aerial Legion, or they'll be on us like vultures."

Mortimer's anger flared as he listened. Matthew was right-this Gloam Division was indeed a den of beasts.

"Let's head over to that widow's house on the east side tomorrow. I've heard she's quite the beauty." "Haha, sounds good. I'll let you have first dibs."

They failed to notice the large hands creeping closer behind them.

They were too engrossed in their vile conversation to notice the large hands creeping closer behind them.