Man With Super Medical Skill novel Chapter 3304

Errol's smile froze abruptly, his chubby face turning an alarming shade of red. "Mr. Summit Warden, this… this…" he stammered, struggling to find the right words.

Matthew gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder, smiling gently. "No need to be so tense, Mr. Hervey. I'm not opposed to a bit of luxury. A little indulgence here and there is perfectly understandable."

Matthew himself liked to maintain a decent standard of living when it came to food, clothing, and housing. He wouldn't hold it against someone like Errol, who managed the Dewsbury Martial League, for doing the same.

Relieved by Matthew's words, Errol exhaled a deep breath and quickly patted his chest. "You nearly scared me to death, Mr. Summit Warden."

Matthew calmly took a seat in the chair in front of him, eyeing Errol with a mild expression. "Mr. Hervey, I've heard Mr. Mirren has been in seclusion for over 30 years now."

"Yes, the president has been in closed-door training for more than three decades without emerging," Errol replied, though he was puzzled as to why Matthew would ask such an obvious question.

Matthew nodded thoughtfully. "And you've been running the Martial League during this time, correct? How are things going within the League?"

Errol hesitated for a moment, his round eyes darting as he considered Matthew's inquiry. The Martial League had been running smoothly enough—nothing too spectacular, but at least it wasn't in the dire state Hulwin's branch was in. Everything seemed average, nothing out of the ordinary.

"Mr. Summit Warden, the Martial League has been operating quite well under my care over the years. Every year, we cultivate a significant number of talented fighters through professional training," Errol replied, carefully choosing his words.