Chapter 1371 - Frauds All Around Me!
Chapter 1371 – Frauds All Around Me!
What a cold and windy day.
The salty air left a stinging feeling in the throats of many. And coupled with the striking rains and winds of Spring, many could feel the changes of those young by.
The winter ice had long begun to come out, and the lands were also returning to what they initially looked like.
Several leaves were sprouting out, and the birds had long blocked back in packs, sometimes stopping now and then to dig up the freshly exposed worms on the surface of the grounds.
The roads were mushy and filled with ponds of water, and the air itself had the aroma of sprout in greenery.
Yes!
Chandon City seemed vibrant and alive now that the winter had long passed.
And this fact was evident in the way the locals smiled more often. But for some, the end of winter meant the beginning of trouble.
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–A Certain Luxurious Villa In the City–
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A body was sent flying, smashing into the moldy walls.
Bam!
A dreadful silence filled the foul dungeon, except for the banging sounds from a fallen man.
The man was covered in blood from head to toe, holding onto his sanity with all his might.
His eyes began seeing triple, swaying from side to side in horror.
It hurt! It hurt so badly!
“Please, forgive me, my lords!”
The man pleaded, lowering his head to eat the dirty dungeon floors.
From the start till now, he had been picked up and shoved into the dungeon with not so much a word or a warning.
It all happened so fast!
And all the man could say was that he had been completely blindsided!
However, this didn’t mean he didn’t know what crime he committed.
That’s right.
Though these men hadn’t spoken to him or even to themselves since capturing him, he still knew who they were.
How could he not?
The frightened man was now shaking like a leaf, seeing that the day he had long been avoiding had finally come.
“My lords! My lords! Allow this one to explain! Please, my lords, hear me out!”
Heh.
Hear you out?
The elegantly dressed man standing opposite to him squinted his cold green eyes at the low life before him.
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-silence-
A cumbersome pressure filled the air.
It was brutally heavy, making the man who had his head down subconsciously stop breathing.
~Gulp.
Sweat trickled down his back, silently praying for his future.
He wanted to beg once more but found that his entire mouth was swallowed with blood.
And by the time he spat it out, another attack caused him to lose a tooth to the ground.
The leader had stepped on his head, smashing it harder into the stone grounds.
Bam!
Hussain was not pleased.
And with a lazy demeanor, he slowly took off his feet from the lowlife’s head, crouched down and held the lowlife’s hair with ease.
“Timberland… You held a mighty role in stopping our deal, didn’t you.”
“What? No! My lords, whoever told you this is lying. How can I do such a thing?… There’s no-…” Bam!
The man found his face once again planted into the ground hard before he could finish his sentence.
His nose was completely broken!
F***! F***! F***!
The pain was just too heart-jabbing.
However, no matter the heavy sounds the eerie cries coming from the man, those in the room still stood emotionless, only occasionally glancing at the man like some piece of trash.
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“Don’t play with my patience. You dared to join those quacks behind our backs?”
It was a simple question.
The burly man’s voice wasn’t loud but still sent out waves of shivers running down Timberland’s spine.
Mommy…
He regretted it.
He had been so engrossed in enjoying the benefits of what he did that he forgot how ferocious these people were.
Dammit!
The man gritted his teeth, blaming Baymard for everything.
To break things down, he was an apothecary specializing in potion-making. At the same time, he was also a healer too.
As many might know, it was common to have a variety of serious professions, mastering all these skills.
So yes. He dabbled in a lot of medical professions.
However, not many learnt to become people savers.
No! He was greedy for fame and money, wanting more and more the bigger his pockets became.
That’s why since the existence of Baymard’s hospital services, he had been overly jealous of many doctors there.
He hated how they always acted, rejecting all ‘gratitude from the patients, saying that they couldn’t take all those coins.
In Baymard, the hospitals didn’t allow for one to tip the doctors or nurses. However, one could still offer them food, clothes or any material items.
Little gift baskets of thanks were indeed allowed.
But giving big stacks of money to one in the hospital was very unbecoming.
And Timberland only found the whole thing pretentious!
Why be a healer or a potion maker if not for the money?
Money! Money!… That was what made the world go round. So what’s wrong with having a bit of it on the side?
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Ling story short, Timberland wasn’t part of the T.O.E.P, still acted like an in-between person for A few patients in Deiferus and the Medical association in Morgany.
Though he was a healer, he was gifted with his words and was the sort of person that could market anything.
This talent was probably what led these Morgs to work with him.
Of course, not knowing about the T.O.E.P meant that he probably wasn’t given the best rewards by the Morgs.
But to Timberland, he felt as though he was treated like a king. Just the fact they have him was enough for him to brag for 5 generations to come.
Anyway, with the emergence of Baymard, he was indeed tempted to devise a devious plot between Baymard and a few of these clients.
Heheheheh… As a middleman, why should he work with only one force?
Yes. There was a 1/10 chance that the Morgs would come after him.
But with the uncountable number of clients they had worldwide, losing this few shouldn’t do anything to them… Meaning 9/10 times they probably wouldn’t come after him, or at least that’s what he thought.
It wasn’t as though Baymard had ever spoken to Timberland or agreed for him to be a middleman.
However, what did that matter to him?
He was in this mess because of them, and that was that!
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Timberland gritted his teeth viciously.
‘Good. Good… What a good Baymard!
Since you did this to me, then don’t blame me for being rude!’
If he was going down, then they too would be going down – starting with that so-called best healer.
The title alone was an insult to the entire Morg medical association. And they wouldn’t be taking it lightly.
‘Doctor Gerson…. Let’s see how long you can remain proud!’