As for Matthew, Martin was faintly intrigued by the large amount of profit that Matthew had raked in using his Reconstruction Pills. That was not to say that he wasn't tempted, far from it even. Still, he didn't really have the mind to pay any attention to it until now.
Now that he would be attending the Martial League this time, he would be able to handle both matters smoothly, killing two birds with one stone.
So, why shouldn't he lend a hand as it were?
Of course, if this scheme fails, he wouldn't bother trying a second time. This was nothing but a mere request from a disposable pawn, so it was barely on his priority list.
However, Orlaith had no choice right now. She stared at the poisonous pill in her hand as images of her being forced into this situation flitted through her mind's eye.
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