Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)

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.NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

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.

"Your Highness? Your Highness?" The scar-faced man softly called out to Garrett, bringing him back from his deep thoughts.

Garrett snapped out of his reverie and looked at the scar-faced man, speaking in a serious tone. "Has there been any movement on the radar? Any reports from the lookout?"

The radar in the control room could detect all electronic signals within a 12-mile radius, and the lookout, stationed on the ship's mast, could observe the surrounding sea at all times.

"Your Highness, both the radar and the lookout report that there's nothing unusual in the area. Are you perhaps a bit too tense?" The scar-faced man's voice was hesitant, but he felt Garrett might be overly anxious.

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"Tense? Do you have any idea who Matthew Larson 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 under his heel. So many have underestimated Gadel and found themselves being played like puppets.

"Blade, sometimes the most frightening thing isn't when the threat appears directly in front of you. It's when you know it should have appeared by now, but it hasn't."

Blade Carter, the scar-faced man,

remained silent as he watched 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 stay silent.

Meanwhile, the lookout on the mast was munching on a piece of bread. For someone stationed up high, it was often inconvenient to come

down, so they usually ate up thereet

After finishing his bread and

washing it down with some milk, he picked up his binoculars again. Suddenly, he noticed a large, pure white warship had appeared on the horizon, accompanied by at least twenty or thirty smaller vessels.

The lookout rubbed his eyes, thinking he must be seeing things. How could so many ships have appeared in just a few minutes while he ate his bread? But when he looked through the binoculars again, his pupils contracted in shock. He immediately turned and shouted down to Garrett and Blade, "Enemy attack!"