Man With Super Medical Skill novel Chapter 3377

Inside the royal palace, Mortimer sat in his study, listening to the report from one of the palace guards. His expression darkened, and a slight frown creased his brow.

As a grandmaster, Mortimer not only possessed great strength but also had sharp political instincts. In just a few short days, he had brought stability to Montiria, ensuring that even the most unruly ministers behaved, fearing both his carrot and his stick.

However, this recent wave of rumors seemed suspiciously well-coordinated, as if orchestrated. The way the rumors spread like wildfire made it feel like a calculated move. Mortimer knew that if he were to use force to suppress the rumors, it would only fuel them further. By doing so, the entire nation would believe that the rumors had struck a nerve, making it seem like there was something to hide. After all, if he hadn't done anything wrong, why would he need to silence the rumors? It would only make him appear guilty. Worse still, the rumors had already spread throughout the entire country.

Mortimer sighed, a rare sign of frustration crossing his usually calm face. Matthew had left all this chaos behind for him to deal with while he himself had fled back to Seraphis.

"Mobilize the entire Ebony Eagles unit and investigate the origin of these rumors. Once the source is identified, use the carrot and the stick—coerce them quietly and make them sign a confidentiality agreement. As for the consequences of breaking that agreement…" Mortimer paused. Determining the punishment was tricky.

If the penalty was too severe—like the death penalty—too many people might sign the agreement without intending to honor it. And what would Montiria do then? Execute them all? On the other hand, if the punishment was too lenient, people wouldn't take the agreement seriously.

"Set the penalty at five million for ordinary citizens and fifty million for the wealthy. Scale the fines according to their situation."

"Yes, sir." The guard nodded and left to carry out the orders, leaving Mortimer alone in the vast chamber, his headache only growing.

Meanwhile, across the thousand villages of Montiria, the village chiefs gathered to discuss the rumors. They, too, were eager to know if there was any truth to the claims. If Matthew truly was cultivating Night Vine in secret, who was helping him do it?