Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)

The leaders of various villages began discussing the proposal among themselves. While giving up ten percent of the profits didn't seem like much, after deducting labor, transportation, and other costs, they would only be left with about eighty percent of the estimated profit. With another ten percent going to Chief Bjorn, they'd be left with just seventy percent. However, without the seedlings, they wouldn't be able to earn anything at all.

"Chief Bjorn, Tibbsville agrees."

"Us too."

"Very well. Now, have your people start moving the Night Vine seedlings right away," Bjorn ordered with a wave of his hand. The village leaders quickly directed their villagers to begin transporting the seedlings. Meanwhile, Bjorn led the chiefs out under the cover of night. "Chief Bjorn, where are you taking us now?" a man trailing behind Bjorn asked.

"To the Gloam Division's base to meet their commander."

"What?!"

Immediately, the dozen chiefs following Bjorn stopped in their tracks, eyeing the bald man with suspicion.

"Why do you all look so stumped? If you don't secure the Gloam Division's protection, do you think Matthew Larson will let you all off once he discovers what you're doing?" Bjorn scolded, looking back at the timid group behind him. "I've already spoken with Commander Rocco of the Gloam Division. He's agreed to support us."

Despite Bjorn's confident assurance, the leaders couldn't help but think of the villages that had been massacred recently and the wails of agony...

"Are you coming or not? If not, then get lost. This business clearly isn't for you," Bjorn barked, turning to continue on his way.

The leaders exchanged uncertain glances before finally gritting their teeth and saying, "We're coming!"

In the Gloam Division's command tent below Thorneville, Rocco was seated at the head of the table, reviewing various reports brought to him by his subordinates. He hadn't led his men back to base, concerned about the newly established Aerial Legion.

According to the latest news, Mortimer had been severely injured by Aelion. Rocco pondered on it, suspecting that someone was manipulating events from behind the scenes. As for the rumors of Mortimer being on the verge of death, Rocco dismissed them as nonsense.

"Commander Rocco, someone's here to see you. The leader is a bald man named Bjorn," a Gloam Division soldier reported, pulling back the tent flap.

Rocco slowly put down his phone, recalling the recent encounter with Bjorn.

A few days earlier, this village chief had stormed into the camp, demanding to see the highest-ranking officer. He had nearly been shot by the Gloam Division soldiers, but Rocco had arrived just in time to intervene.

Bjorn had proposed cultivating Night

Vine and requested Rocco's

assistance, offering a 40% share of

the profits. Rocco, knowing the immense profitability of Night Vine, had been tempted but ultimately declined. A single village, even offering 40%, wasn't enough to sway him. Bjorn had then vowed to recruit more villages and return, which seemed to have been successful.

"Let them in."

"Yes, sir."

Soon, Bjorn entered the tent, followed by the dozen village chiefs.

"Commander Rocco, these are our best Night Vine cultivators. We've united over a dozen villages, and if you're willing to help, we can make this work," Bjorn said respectfully, pointing to the dozen concerned chiefs behind him. "Forty percent of the profits. The Gloam Division soldiers will surround your villages, and I won't concern myself with what you do inside."