The middle-aged witch doctor bowed deeply to Matthew. "I didn't realize I was in the presence of a Martial League official. What brings you here, sir?"
Matthew sat in a chair, casually picking up the medical book the witch doctor had been reading, a copy of The Great Pharmacopoeia.
"What do you think brings me here?"
A flicker of malice flashed in the witch doctor's eyes, but he quickly suppressed it, mindful of Matthew's possible high-ranking status within the Martial League.
"I have spent years practicing medicine. While I can't claim to have saved countless lives, I have always strived to do good and help others. So, I truly don't understand why the Martial League would seek me out..."
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