Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)
Chapter 3219 Entering Montiria

In one of Montiria's five-star hotels, the Dornian trade delegation had already settled in. Garrett, now disguised, sat in the center of the hotel's lounge, surrounded by financial titans.

carried significant weight.

"Prince Garrett, we've successfully entered Montiria. When do we initiate the operation?" asked an elderly man in a black suit, his expression serious. His name was Silvanus Loris, the leading figure in Dornia's financial sector. As a key player in the alliance, his words "Patience, gentlemen," Garrett replied calmly. "My people have already begun frantically mortgaging their assets. So far, we've raised 800 million Montirian Ducats. By tomorrow morning, they should be able to secure over one billion Ducats in loans from Montiria's various banks."

Silvanus frowned, his wrinkled face showing signs of concern. "But we're scheduled to meet your brother, King Gadel, tomorrow morning. If you don't attend, it will only arouse suspicion."

"No need to worry." Garrett shook his head slightly and pointed to a scarf lying nearby. "I'll simply claim that I've contracted chickenpox and can't show my face."

Garrett vividly recalled how Gadel had suffered from a severe case of chickenpox as a child, nearly dying from it. It was only thanks to a witch doctor summoned by their father that Gadel had recovered. Ever since then, the mere mention of chickenpox would cause a flicker of fear in Gadel's heart.

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The next morning, Garrett wrapped a thick scarf around his face and joined a group of financial titans as they made their way to the royal palace. Garrett was shielded in the middle of the group with Sinvanus, leaning on an expensive-looking cane, leading the way. As they walked through the palace grounds, Garrett gazed nostalgically at the familiar buildings. There was a time when he could freely move within the palace walls without hindrance.

"Sir, we are investors from Dornia here to seek an audience with His Majesty, King Gadel."

The guard checked the day's schedule and, seeing the entry for the Dornian investors, nodded and allowed them to pass.

Inside the grand hall of the palace, Gadel sat atop the elevated throne, his imperial crown partially obscuring his face, making it difficult to discern his expression.

"The Dornian trade delegation has arrived!" the guard announced from outside, and a faint smile appeared on Gadel's face. He wondered if his dear brother had also come.

The group entered the hall, moving in unison without the slightest sign of crowding. Led by Silvanus, they all bowed to Gadel. As citizens of Dornia, they weren't required to kneel, only to bow.

Gadel's gaze swept over the group, landing on Garrett, who was bundled up in a scarf. A gleam of amusement flashed in his eyes.

"I'm pleased that our Dornian friends

have come to Montiria at this time

to invest and aid in our

development. It brings me great joy,' Gadel said warmly. "But I must ask, does the friend with the scarf suffer from an urgent ailment, such as chickenpox?"

Garrett's heart skipped a beat at Gadel's words, a wave of fear rising swiftly within him. In the past, the mention of chickenpox would have made Gadel involuntarily shudder. But now he was bringing it up on his own-had he been hiding his true self all along? Despite his growing unease, Garrett responded in a muffled voice, "I have indeed contracted chickenpox on my way here, Your Majesty, so it's not suitable for me to reveal my face."

Gadel's tone immediately shifted to one of deep concern. "Chickenpox is no trivial matter. I, too, suffered from it in my youth, but with the help of a witch doctor, I recovered. Shall

summon one to examine your situation?"