Chapter 2269 Farewell
After pondering for a while, Blake spoke. "If that's the case, | agree to let Fabien Blanc join the Martial League.
From now on, the Isle of Snakes will be jointly managed by the Martial League and Fabien. All his past crimes will
be forgiven, and as for the position Fabien will be holding, it will be decided after the re-election of the Martial
League."
With the declaration of the two leaders, no one else had any objections, and Hendrix quickly noted down this
decision. Once the decision for Fabien to join the Martial League was approved, Martin explained the "Endless
Sea" incident in detail, including the news that Emsgate had a secret medicinal sanctuary.
For a moment, the crowd was in an uproar. The Endless Sea was the forbidden land of the human race, and they
never expected that the King of Rivenia would successfully find a way out.
Amidst the intense discussion, the man in the corner asked again. "Is the Martial League as expendable as those
Emsgate people?"
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Upon hearing that, Martin immediately explained, "Sir, you have misunderstood me. | would never dare!
Although the Endless Sea is extremely dangerous, it is also filled with treasures. If Cathay can develop that
place, we can definitely grow even stronger. | have the utmost sincerity in this matter."
As he spoke, he showed a serious expression and bowed, but the man opposite him did not reply but
complained, "Blake, your tea is terrible. | won't return if you continue serving such bad tea." With that said, he
stretched out his hands and patted his robe, clearly planning to leave.
Therefore, Blake could only helplessly smile and shake his head at the man's dissatisfaction. "You know very well
that the Martial League is poor. How can we compare to the paradise you stay in?" "That's true. This place is
indeed lacking. When you visit my place, I'll treat you to good tea. Goodbye, I'm leaving."
As soon as he finished speaking, he stepped forward and disappeared from the hall.
"He always does things half-heartedly. Perhaps experts like him prefer to act alone."
While watching the man leave, Blake could only helplessly comment, then turned his head to ask Rhett beside
him, "By the way, Mr. Wyatt, what do you think of the matter regarding the Endless Sea?" Upon hearing this
question, Rhett frowned and pondered for a long tbefore answering, "In my opinion, the foundation of
Cathay's Union of Medical Practitioners and Martial League isn't bad, but the younger generation's talents are
gradually diminishing. Don't you think they have it too easy?"
After hearing this, Blake also nodded in agreement.
On the other end of the story.
When Matthew returned to Renew Pharmaceuticals’ courtyard, he saw many disciples of the hidden sects
packing their bags.
Now that the Holy Doctor Competition had already ended, the next step, apart from those preparing to
participate in the re-election of the Martial League like Roland and Easton, was to return to their sects. They were
all elites in medicine and of similar ages, so they naturally had many topics to discuss when they were together.
It wasn't obvious when they were gathered together, but when it was tfor farewell there was a hint of
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As the monk, Paintaker, opened the door and walked out, he bumped into Matthew. Matthew looked at the plain
bag Paintake was carrying and froze. "Little monk, are you leaving already?"
"Hello, Master Larson. How are you? | have been delayed in Bainbridge for a long time. Now that the competition
is over, it's tforto leave."
The sudden farewell rendered Matthew at a loss for a while.
"How about staying for one more night? We'll send you off tomorrow."
The conversation between the two eventually caught the attention of the other members of the hidden sects.
When everyone walked out of the room and saw the little monk's appearance, they immediately understood
what was happening.
With a sob, the atmosphere beceven more sorrowful.