Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)

A short while later, Matthew and Floyd found themselves seated on the sofa. Meanwhile, the crown prince lay sprawled on the floor, completely oblivious, his soft snores drifting through the air like a gentle hum in the background. "Mr. Black, what does it mean to be part of one of the seven halls of the Marine Corps?" Matthew eyed Floyd across the table, casually pouring him a glass of cola, though a spark of curiosity flickered behind his calm demeanor.Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

Floyd raised the glass, took a small sip of the cola, and said in a relaxed tone, "The Marine Corps' hierarchy is structured into the sect leader, six halls, and Eighteen Emissaries. As you're aware, I'm one of those Eighteen Emissaries. As for the six halls, they are the Justice Hall, Brotherhood Hall, Triad Hall, Virtue Hall, Concord Hall, and Red Mountain Hall."

"Hold on. If there are only six halls, then what's mine?" Matthew's face filled with confusion. Floyd had initially mentioned being part of one of the seven halls, but now he was only listing six.

"Let me explain," Floyd continued. "The Marine Corps originally had just six halls. However, the sect leader recognized your extraordinary talent and potential. That's why a new hall-the Virtue Hall-was created, making it the seventh."

Matthew quickly grasped the situation-his title as the hall master of Virtue Hall was more symbolic than anything else. He realized that he'd likely need to take on the task of recruiting members to fill the ranks in the future.

Noticing the hint of disappointment on his face, Floyd quickly added, "Don't be disheartened, I didn't come empty-handed. The Marine Corps has sent support along with me."

He handed him a sleek, anonymous black bank card. "This is an unmarked card from the Marine Corps, and you can withdraw funds from any bank using it. The funds inside are in Dornian Emerald to ensure ease of access for the disciples. Don't take this card lightly-it holds 1.5 billion Dornian Emeralds, a substantial investment from the Marine Corps to back you up."

Wow. Matthew was taken aback. Impressive. The Marine Corps really is a massive and influential organization. During his business dealings with Garrett, over 600 million Dornian Emeralds were spent in total. Yet here was the Marine Corps, practically tossing 1.5 billion around without a second thought.

"Please extend my gratitude to the organization," he said to Floyd as he took the bank card.

"How did you know I hadn't eaten yet? I'm so hungry that I can devour a whole elephant!" Matthew was speechless again.

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That evening, Floyd, the crown prince, and Matthew were seated in a lavishly decorated restaurant. This was the same place where Stellan had hosted Matthew upon his arrival. Clap! Clap! Clap!

"Bring out the food!" Noticing that it was already eight o'clock at night, the crown prince clapped his hands,

signaling the waitresses to start serving the meal. Floyd's gaze shifted toward the entrance, where a waitress dressed in a black silk dress emerged, carrying a tray with gold-rimmed dishes. To his surprise, the dishes held perfectly spotless... snack boxes?!

In the dim light, Floyd's mouth twitched in shock. He never imagined this would happen. After traveling all this way, he thought he'd be treated to a grand feast. Instead, Matthew had the nerve to serve him snacks!

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Rising from his seat, Matthew carefully placed a snack box in front of him, opening it with care. Floyd's frustration eased a little. Alright, as long as the kid's being polite I'll let it slide, he mused.

"Mr. Black, the chef prepared these dishes especially for you, thinking you might not be accustomed to our local flavors. This one here is sautéed potatoes, and over here we have glazed tomatoes." Floyd's hand, gripping the fork, started to shake uncontrollably. It wasn't a seizure; it was pure, seething rage. If given the chance, he'd have happily taken Matthew over his knee for a thorough reprimand!