Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew) novel Chapter 3245

When Matthew learned that the crown prince had consented to join him, a broad smile immediately brightened his face.

In the reception hall on the first floor, a black-robed figure was lounging on the couch, savoring a pastry. Upon hearing their footsteps getting closer, he quickly stuffed the remaining pastry into his mouth and wiped his hand on his robe. Maintaining his reputation as a calm and perceptive individual was essential for him.

The grand doors of the reception room slowly swung open as Matthew Larson and the crown prince stepped inside. Matthew’s face briefly registered surprise when he saw that it was the black-robed man waiting for them.

He had anticipated someone from Hulwin, possibly someone asking for help. To his surprise, it was Floyd, one of the Eighteen Emissaries of the Marine Corps. Their previous encounter had been during the battle with Zedbar, when Floyd had lured Zedbar to a valley and completely eradicated them.

"Ah, Matthew, you finally arrived."

Rising from the leather couch, Floyd made his way over to Matthew and patted him approvingly on the shoulder. "Looking sharp!"

Struggling to find the right words, Matthew responded with an awkward smile.

Noticing his discomfort, Floyd chuckled warmly and added, "There's no need to be so formal. Back when your father and I were drinking together, he was already keen on making you my godson when you were born."

As he observed Matthew, he couldn’t help but notice a resemblance to Shane—a touch less handsome compared to the man himself, perhaps, but with that same air of effortless charm.

"After thorough deliberation among the sect’s senior members, the sect leader has decided to appoint you as the hall leader of the Virtue Hall of the sect! And your rank within the sect will be second only to the sect leader and a few key leaders. Even the Eighteen Emissaries of the Marine Corps must show you respect!" His solemn and commanding voice left everyone in the room utterly speechless.

He then got down before Matthew, holding the framed document out with both hands. "As one of the Eighteen Emissaries of the Marine Corps, my respects go to Mr. Larson!"

"Mr. Black, that’s not needed. Please." Matthew quickly stepped forward to support him. He called him "Mr. Black" since he wasn’t aware of Floyd’s real name.

Matthew effortlessly helped Floyd to his feet, much to his surprise. He had intended to stubbornly stay down but soon realized that Matthew’s strength wasn’t something he could contest. If he kept resisting, he'd surely be hoisted up against his will. The mere thought of being lifted like a ragdoll—him, one of the esteemed Eighteen Emissaries—was too much to bear. The humiliation would have been unbearable, and the story spreading? Unthinkable.