Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)

As dawn broke over Hulwin, Mortimer arrived in full military regalia. He wasted no time before approaching Matthew with a concerned expression. "Matthew, what's going on? Your message sounded urgent."

Matthew, however, appeared unruffled. "Easy there, old friend. Let's not rush on an empty stomach. We'll talk after breakfast." He led Mortimer to a nearby cafe, where they settled down, each with a bowl of steaming breakfast chowder.

As Matthew took a bite of his doughnut, he leaned forward, lowering his voice a little. "Did you catch yesterday's news? Dornia's announced the formation of a chamber of commerce. They're set to start investing in Montiria within three days." "Yeah, I heard," Mortimer mumbled through a mouthful of breadstick. "Isn't that... supposed to be a good thing?"

Mortimer finally gulped down the last of his breadstick with some effort, then took a deep breath. He had rushed over from Southaven in the dead of night after receiving Matthew's cryptic message, expecting a crisis. Yet here they were, enjoying a leisurely breakfast. Feeling slightly miffed, he waved over the server again.

"Another glass of soy milk and three eggs, please!" he demanded.

Matthew couldn't help but chuckle at Mortimer's voracious appetite. It was partly his fault. He should have explained better before making him rush all the way here.

"Mortimer, one egg is enough for me," Matthew said.

Mortimer paused momentarily, then glanced back at the server and amended, "Alright, make it four eggs."

Matthew's smile faltered slightly as he realized he had the wrong idea.

...

After their meal, he led Mortimer to the Martial League's newly renovated reception room, which he had explicitly reserved for important meetings like this.

"Come on, Matthew, out with it!" Mortimer's impatience was evident as he tapped the table. "What's all this secrecy about?"

"Alright, Mortimer, here's the

situation." Matthew leaned forward and began, reiterating the matter he had briefly mentioned at the cafe. "Yesterday, I saw the news that the financial magnates from Dornia have allied to invest in Montiria's enterprises. At first glance, it looks like a win-win situation for Montiria, but we both know those men are nothing more than vultures. They

won't hesitate to pick every bit of

meat from their prey."

He paused, his eyes narrowing. "I don't buy for a second that they've suddenly become generous investors. No, their real aim is something far more sinister. They want to short-sell the Montirian Ducat and make a fortune for themselves!" "What?" Matthew's confident words sent a shockwave through Mortimer.

Short-selling an entire country's currency? How could they possibly have the nerve?

"How could they succeed? If they started acquiring large amounts of the Montirian Ducat, it would immediately raise red flags with both the Market Department and the Ministry of Finance."

"Surely, they can't do it alone," Matthew explained calmly. "But what if they had some help?" He pulled out his phone and showed Mortimer a photo of Garrett, the Third Prince of Montiria, standing in a tailored suit at the center of a press conference. Mortimer's eyes widened further. "Wait, are you saying Garrett has already allied with those financial magnates from Dornia?"

Matthew nodded gravely. "Garrett's

ultimate goal has always been the throne of Montiria. If he can cause the Ducat to devalue, the situation for the common people will deteriorate further. They're already

suffering under the Gloam wing

Secret Service. Now, add hyperinflation into the mix. The anger among the populace would surely reach a boiling point."

Matthew's face darkened, his lips curling into a sardonic smile. "And then, imagine at the height of their suffering, Garrett steps forward, raises his arm, and proclaims, 'Heaven has fallen; a new order must rise! Gadel is incompetent, blinded by corrupt ministers. Today,

I will restore Montiria to its former

glory!""

He leaned back, his tone dripping with irony. "His followers, lying in wait, would rally behind him instantly. Now, tell me, Mortimer, what do you think will happen to Montiria's government? Will it not fall into chaos?"