Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)
Chapter 2267 Great Elder Blake Carr of the Martial League

After leaving the Bane Manor, Matthew went to the Compassion Pavilion to personally thank Hildegard. After all, he had been in life-threatening situations multiple times and survived, thanks to her help. Unfortunately, when he arrived at his destination, he learned from Birgitta that Hildegard had already left without informing her where she had gone. Knowing that Hildegard enjoyed traveling, Matthew could only leave a few words of thanks and a token of appreciation before returning empty-handed.

On the other hand, the aroma of tea filled the air in the spacious conference room of the Martial League headquarters. Several Martial League core elders were lazily leaning back in their chairs, resting with their eyes closed. The room was quiet and peaceful until the sound of footsteps disrupted the tranquility.

As Martin entered the hall, he immediately spoke up. "Hey, old folks, it's been years since I last saw you all, but you seem quite healthy. I thought I would miss some memorial services while I was busy overseas! After all these years of working together, please notify me if any of you were to pass away!"

As soon as he finished speaking, one of the elders in the room slowly opened his eyes and chastised, "How audacious of you!" He then suddenly appeared in front of Martin and swung his arm like a sharp sword toward Martin's neck.

However, Martin was not one to be underestimated. With a flick of his right shoulder, his pet soared into the sky, and then he raised his hands to protect his chest. The next moment, the two forces clashed while Fabien, who was standing behind Martin, felt amazed by the terrifying speed and strength of the elder.

Suddenly, a terrifying aura came rushing toward him. It was only the repercussion of the clash, yet it pushed Fabien back nearly ten steps. He's strong! Besides that, since I entered the room, that man, Elder Davidson, has been looking at me with hostility.

Just as the elder was about to make another move, a voice came from behind them. "Elder Davidson, you're already up there in age. Why bother arguing with these youngsters?"

Hearing the voice, Fabien looked up and saw two elderly men with gray hair walking in through the back door.

In the meantime, Elder Davidson snorted coldly. He waved his hands and patted his robe before returning to his seat. When the others saw the newcomers, everyone in the room bowed respectfully. "Greetings, Great Elder, Second Elder."

However, the man with a square face in the corner of the room was the only one who remained motionless. "Hahaha. With how many years we've worked together, there's no need for so many formalities. Let's all sit down!"

After everyone took their seats, Fabien was the only one feeling uneasy while standing behind Martin and Master Levi. On the one hand, he didn't have the qualifications to participate in such a meeting. On the other hand, he still felt guilty for his past crimes. Therefore, he felt out of place when joining the Martial League.

"Martin, you initiated this meeting. Now that everyone is here, why don't you tell us why we're here?" The Great Elder, Blake Carr, said calmly from his seat.

After Blake finished speaking, Martin stood up and first bowed to Blake. He was not polite to the other elders because they didn't treat him well. Also, he didn't dare to underestimate Elder Carr, who was also the Martial League's Great Elder. "There are two purposes for this meeting," Martin began. "First, I recommend the Lord of All Serpents, Fabien Blanc, to join the Martial League."

As soon as he said that, Elder Davidson stood up and objected, "I disagree with this. That man is untrustworthy. He had previously participated in battles between the South and North. Martin, what is your intention for recommending such a person to join the Martial League?"

Being the Elder of Discipline, Elder Hendrix Davidson recognized Fabien at first glance, but he wasn't deliberately replaceing fault in Martin either. Those who participated in the battles between the South and North were either crippled or killed. Only a few people managed to keep their lives at the huge expense of others. But sparing their lives didn't mean their sins had disappeared. Such a person could never join the Martial League just because the King of Rivenia recommended him.