Man With Super Medical Skill novel Chapter 3323

After having lunch with the children at the Martial League, Matthew temporarily settled One and the black-clad servant in the guest rooms there, for he had something important to take care of in the afternoon—deal with the witch doctor.

"Mr. Hervey, what can you tell me about the witch doctor organization in Dewsbury?" Matthew asked as he found Errol, who was busy with paperwork.

Errol's chubby face showed a hint of confusion as he set his documents aside. He gave Matthew a gesture to wait for a moment before turning to rummage through a cabinet behind him. After some searching, he pulled out a worn, brown envelope from the bottom of the pile.

"This is all the information we have on the witch clan in Dewsbury," he said, handing the envelope to Matthew.

Matthew took the envelope, opening it to find detailed records of the Martial League's investigation into the witch clan. Decades ago, a group of people from the witch clan had arrived in Dewsbury and settled in Willow Alley. Over the years, a number of them had become known as witch doctors, practicing medicine and healing the sick. They had even opened a healing shop in Willow Alley where anyone could receive treatment, often for a nominal fee or even for free.

As Matthew read through the materials, his sharp brows furrowed slightly. The fanatic gleam he had seen in the eyes of the man saved by the witch doctor earlier was unmistakable. However, even the Martial League's records had no mention of such behavior, suggesting there was more to the situation than met the eye.

Seeing Matthew's slight frown, Errol's heart skipped a beat. He carefully asked, "Mr. Summit Warden, is there something wrong with the witch clan?"

Matthew, still holding the files, spoke softly, "I suspect the witch doctors are planting psychological suggestions in their patients, subtly encouraging worship of the witch clan."

Errol's expression darkened immediately. As the vice president of the Martial League, he knew all too well the danger this posed. If what Matthew suggested was true, the witch doctors had been healing countless people over the years. If they called upon their followers, half of Dewsbury might fall into chaos.

"I will begin an investigation. The Martial League should prepare itself," Matthew said, slipping a list of witch clan members into his pocket while returning the rest of the documents into the brown envelope.

"Understood, sir. You go ahead; the Martial League will set up a perimeter around Willow Alley," Errol responded, his usual cheerful demeanor replaced by a cold seriousness. While he often wore a smile, he knew when a situation called for gravity. If these witch doctors possessed the power Matthew believed they did, Dewsbury wouldn't tolerate their presence, regardless of their intentions.

"Oh, and I'd like to ask for your help in renovating Sunny Haven. I want to transform it into a martial arts academy—the first one I plan to establish here," Matthew said, handing Errol a bank card.

The funds were transferred overnight by Leanna, who had sent 500 million instead of the 250 Matthew had requested. She had insisted that he keep extra funds for any unforeseen expenses while away. Coincidentally, Glaucus had gone ahead and fully purchased the neighborhood, only to end up gifting it to Matthew without a fight.

"No, no, sir, I can't accept your money," Errol quickly pushed the card back toward Matthew. "Building the martial arts academy is for the good of Dewsbury. We'll cover the costs."

Errol's refusal was a mark of his years of experience in handling such situations diplomatically.