Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)

"Your Highness, we've already moved the first batch of supplies from the armory and sold them on the underground black market for 600 million," the voice on the other end of the line reported. Garrett, who had been wearing a slightly serious expression, allowed a small smile to appear on his face. "You weren't discovered by Gadel's men, were you?"

"Rest assured, Your Highness. We were very discreet, and we bribed the head of the armory guards. There's no way we'll be discovered."

"Good. I'll need a large amount of Montirian Ducats in the coming days. Don't just sell on the black market; ship some overseas as well."

"Your Highness, the profits from shipping won't come in quickly. Are you sure this is the best approach?"

"Just focus on your job."

As Garrett ended the call, a cold smile crept across his face. I'm out of options, Gadel. Don't hold it against me, alright?

Meanwhile, in the Montirian royal palace, Gadel sat at the head of the room, holding a document as he looked down at the kneeling figure before him. If Garrett's old allies were present, they would have been shocked, for the man kneeling was none other than the armory guard captain they had paid a hefty sum to bribe. "Have they started the operation?" Gadel gently placed the document on the table, his sharp eyes fixed on the kneeling captain.

"Your Majesty, those traitors have indeed begun selling on the underground black market," the guard captain replied, presenting a check to the nearby guard, who inspected the check before quickly approaching Gadel's desk and placing it respectfully on the table. Gadel picked up the check, a smile spreading across his face as he noted the amount-sixty million.

"Have you pinpointed the location of their smuggling operation?"

"Your Majesty, the black market is located in an underground base just a few yards outside Everton."

"Surround the area with troops, but don't act yet. We don't want to alert them. Wait for my orders."

At that, one-half of the commander's seal was handed to the guard captain, who accepted it with a bow. "As you command, Your Majesty."

The captain withdrew respectfully, leaving Gadel alone, twirling the sixty-million-dollar check between his fingers.

"Arnold, how goes the collection of Dornian Emeralds?"

A figure appeared at Gadel's side,

sporting clean, shoulder-length blue hair and clad in the finely crafted

collected two billion Dornian

armor of the Ebony Eagles. et

Emeralds from Dornia," he reported, causing Gadel to ponder before saying, "Two billion should be enough. Once Matthew's side drives the exchange rate back up to its original level, we'll make our move."

Then, a cold glint flashed in Gadel's eyes. "This time, we'll push the exchange rate of the Dornian Emeralds as high as possible. Even if we can't make it equal to the Montirian Ducat, we'll get it close enough." His tone was icy, leaving no doubt about his intent,

They need to learn a lesson, or everyone will think they can waltz into Montiria and do as they please.

"Understood. I'll have them return immediately." Arnold's figure vanished once more, his martial prowess so formidable that Gadel believed it wouldn't be long before Arnold reached the level of a grandmaster.

Gadel rose from his throne and began walking toward Fiorenna's quarters. Fiorenna's belly had grown considerably, and every day, two royal doctors and two witch doctors stood outside her chambers, ever vigilant. As for the ongoing financial war in Montiria, it was about time it came to an end.

Gadel glanced at a chat group on his

phone. Aside from his messages, the only responses were

acknowledgments and

confirmations. At the top of the chat

was the group name-Montiria Bank Policy Development Supervision

Group.

His latest message was an order to deny all loan requests from Dornian financial titans. They were to accept the benefits but not to follow through.