Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew) novel Chapter 3220

Beneath the scarf, Garrett's expression darkened. If the royal physician really removed his scarf for an examination, there was a good chance he wouldn't leave the palace alive.

"Your Majesty, I must confess, I was born with an unsightly appearance. These symptoms will pass in a few days; there's no need to trouble the physician," Garrett replied through gritted teeth, failing to notice the smile on Gadel's face behind the imperial crown.

"In that case, I won't press the matter. Now, which industry do you gentlemen plan to invest in?" Gadel smoothly shifted the conversation back to business, much to the relief of the financial titans gathered below.

"Since our meeting is concluded, you may all return. I'm feeling a bit tired," Gadel waved them off, eager to see what these men would do next.

"We take our leave."

As they exited the palace, these normally haughty financial titans finally allowed themselves to relax.

"Prince Garrett, time is of the essence. When can we begin the plan?" one of them asked, still sweating from the tension.

Garrett checked his phone, a smile forming on his face. "It's already begun…"

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In an antique street in Everton, the curtain of a pawnshop was pushed aside. Sunlight filtered through the gaps, casting beams of light into the dim interior. A shifty-looking, scrawny man carrying a bundle stepped inside and quietly asked the clerk, "Excuse me, is your boss in?"

"Boss, someone's looking for you!" the clerk shouted toward the back before returning to his work.

A middle-aged man radiating shrewdness emerged from the back of the shop and greeted the newcomer with a respectful nod. "What can I do for you, sir?"

The shifty man smiled, appreciating the boss' warmth. "You're too kind."

"Pardon my curiosity, sir, but what's the reason for exchanging so many Dornian Emeralds?"

The shifty man's smile faded, replaced by a look of hesitation.

Seeing his reluctance, the boss took another 50 thousand Montirian Ducats from the stack and placed them in the man's hand.

"Boss, I feel a connection with you. The Montirian Ducat is about to plummet in value. You should exchange them for Dornian Emeralds as quickly as possible," the shifty man said, grabbed his bag, and hurried out the door, clearly in a rush.

The shopkeeper sat back in his chair, his expression grave as he contemplated the news. Finally, he made up his mind. "Jet, take all our Montirian Ducats and exchange them at other pawnshops. Convert every last one into Dornian Emeralds!"