Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)
Chapter 3202 The Establishment of the Aerial Legion

The following morning, Aelion Tarian arrived early to meet Gadel in the royal study.

"Your servant, Aelion Tarian, General-in-Chief of the Aerial Legion, greets Your Majesty. Long live the King," Aelion intoned as he knelt before the desk, his eyes downcast and focused on the floor.

"Aelion, do you know why I decided to entrust you with such a significant position after meeting you only once?" Gadel inquired, seated behind the desk, occasionally popping a grape into his mouth. His eyes gleamed with curiosity as he studied Aelion, eager to understand this mysterious grandmaster who had appeared so suddenly.

From the moment he first saw Aelion, Gadel sensed that this man was anything but ordinary. In fact, he detected a burning ambition within Aelion. For someone like Gadel, such a double-edged sword, if wielded correctly, could be a powerful tool, but if mishandled, it could lead to disaster.

"I do not know, Your Majesty. I humbly ask for your guidance," Aelion replied, his words perfectly crafted to neither offend nor displease Gadel, providing an easy path for the conversation to continue.

Gadel's smile deepened as he observed Aelion. Clearly, someone has given him a crash course in court etiquette last night.

"I sensed a powerful ambition within you. You're not someone content with mediocrity," Gadel said, his tone probing. "Tell me, Aelion, what kind of person are you?"

Without changing his posture, Aelion responded as if unaware of the trap in Gadel's question. "I am whatever kind of person you wish me to be, Your Majesty."

Gadel stood up from behind the desk and slowly approached Aelion, placing a hand gently on his shoulder. "Aelion, you are indeed a blessing and a pillar of strength for Montiria."

"I dare not claim such an honor, Your Majesty," Aelion replied humbly.

Standing beside Aelion, Gadel clapped his hands, the sharp sound echoing through the study. Immediately, several men dressed in Gloam Wing uniforms stepped out from behind the screens. "Aelion, these men are the elite of the Gloam Wing. How would you like them as your subordinates?"

Aelion finally lifted his gaze, scanning the group with a critical eye before flatly stating, "A bunch of worthless showpieces."

The men bristled with anger at his insult, their faces flushed with indignation.

"Hahaha, Aelion, you certainly have a keen eye. You all may leave," Gadel said, seemingly expecting this outcome, as he dismissed the group.

Then, another group of men in

Gloam Wing uniforms entered the study, but unlike the first, these men varied in height and carried no aura of menace-they appeared entirely ordinary.

"Aelion, what do you think of this group?" Gadel asked.

Without looking up, Aelion replied, "They are not particularly strong, but they'll suffice."

"Take them with you then," Gadel commanded.

"As you command, Your Majesty." Aelion respectfully backed out of the study, followed by the few hundred former Gloam Wing soldiers who had just been assigned to him. Once the study doors closed, Gadel's smile faded, replaced by an expression of anticipation. "Aelion Tarian, I hope you won't disappoint me."

Outside the study, Aelion's demeanor shifted from respectful to resolute as he swept his white cloak and strode purposefully away.

The hundreds of soldiers exchanged uncertain glances before reluctantly following him. It wasn't long before they realized that Aelion was leading them down a very familiar path. "Isn't this the way to the Gloam Wing's office?" one of the soldiers murmured.

"Dude, 'Isn't this'? The general is already at the door..."

"He's not planning to cause trouble, is he?"

The Gloam Wing's office in Everton was a grand compound facing south, fully equipped with every amenity. Aelion approached the

that read "Gloam Wing Secret Service." With a flick of his sleeve, he sent a shockwave through the air.

entrance, staring at the plaque net

Boom!

The wooden plaque that had hung above the gate shattered into pieces, scattering across the ground.

The sound drew the attention of several Gloam Wing soldiers, who rushed out, their anger flaring as they saw what had happened. "How dare you, you wretched woman, destroy our plaque?!"