"Master! Master! We Have a problem.

The Pyno Clients are revolting!"

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The tension in the air was choking as the 40-something-year-old man seated on a luxuriously cushioned armchair, continuously oozed out bloodlust in rage.

Abian Branch head, Walter Wallace III, looked at one of his apprentices with a murderous expression on his face.

"What did you say?"

On listening to Walter, the apprentice knew that his Master wasn't angry at him but at the underlying enemy, so he didn't take his Master's coldness to heart.

As for the apprentice, at 27 years old, he was already considered a real man.

After all, he had his coming of age at 15.

And for 12 years now, he had been working under his master and apprentice.

Of course, before he turned 15, he had taken both swordsmanship and healing classes.

He lived in the Capital city and moved from one academy to another to take his classes.

Here in Morgany, no matter what profession one chooses, Swordsmanship was a mandatory thing.

And after the coming of age ceremony, a person could decide to fully focus on sportsmanship/ battle techniques or focus on another profession instead.

But the catch here was that even when doing another profession, they would still have to have swordsmanship tests 1~10 times a year, depending on how busy their profession had made them be.

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Anyway, everyone would get tested.

And if they fell below the basic Morg standard, then they had to take time off their profession to train harder.

Of course, these rules were there for those within the Main academies.

Morgany alone had so many different academies, be it Art, Research and whatnot.

Provided they were at a public Academy; then they had to follow these rules.

In short, there were rules to follow that kept Morgany on top.

Take his case, for example.

He had been out of Morgany for close to 4 years now.

That's right.

He left Abian and sailed towards Yodan in Arcadina, spending over 7 and a half months at sea.

From there, he spent about another 7 months just from the shore to 3 clients in different regions.

Already, that was 14 months gone.

Anyway, his Yodan clients didn't seem to want his help, so he spent months again travelling to the shores.

From there, he sailed for 2 and a half months to Lingingburg, Veinitta, seeing a few clients there for a year and 4 months.

But that Wasn't all.

He then progressed to sail for 3 weeks to one of the empires in Tenola and another 7 months there.

With that, his mission was over, with him sailing from Tenola to Abian for another 6 months, before using another 3 months to reach home, which to him was the Capital city.

Okay. He spent close to 4 years or even more out of Adian.

Now, he'll get scheduled to only do work in Abian for another 3 years before setting out again.

This was how a typical journey was like when one left the continent, they could spend years out before coming back.

And so now, he had to undergo 12 Swordsmanship tests to prove that he had still been training and hadn't been slacking around.

Morgany made sure that its people remained the best!

Of course, if one chose their primary profession as Swordsmanship after the coming of age, then that was when the grand door opened for them.

That's right.

They would start learning all the hidden skills, techniques and practice methods in Morgany.

Those who didn't choose this as their main profession would know the basic Morg battle skills... Which were still higher in standard than those everywhere else.

Of course, some noble clans had their secret techniques as well, so their clan children would've already started learning these techniques at the age of 7.

And funny enough, this empire of Abian was the same place where Ren's mother was.

In other words, Ren was their future Monarch.

But would it be easy?

Heh.

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Back to the impending situation, Walter looked at his loyal apprentice calmly.

"You said they're revolting?"

"Yes. Master. They tried to hide it as much as possible, but my men and I could see it easily.

For the first client, when we got to his home, he claimed to have been cured and tactfully refused treatment."

"Healed? Is that Sir Haffins Graham?"

"Yes, Master."

"Oh? It's impossible for him to be healed.

His ailment can only be suppressed since it has no cure.

Alright. What about the other 2?"

"They claimed to be healed as well."

Walter's eyes turned colder when he heard this:" So in other words, someone is stealing our Morg clients? How bold! Who dares treat the clients that we, the Morgs, have set our sights on? Good! Good! It seems like someone likes to play with fire!"

The apprentice nodded while suppressing his rage.

The matter was a slap to their faces as proud Morgs.

Were these people saying that there were people better than them in treating illnesses?

Impossible!

They have more advanced and researched methods than any other place.

So, who was it?

Who was indirectly testing their waters?

Walter was furious!

The apprentice looked at his angered Master and understood his pain.

It was better for a patient to die without any treatment than to be treated by someone who wants their own.

They were the only rulers in this world.

So when they put their eyes somewhere, no one else could look there!

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"Master, when I asked a little more, I was sure that our clients had met with quacks.

Master, we all know the importance of the 4 humors (A.K.A, bodily fluids); Blood, phlegm, yellow bile and black bile.

And keeping a good balance within the body is the key to good health.

These people did say that their pee was collected for studying, which should be done.

They probably took the pee to observe, sniff and determine what was what, which again is okay.

But they missed the most crucial step.

They didn't even do Bloodletting!"

"Preposterous!

Bloodletting is the most critical step!

You need numerous leeches to suck out the bad blood, or you need to cut the skin and blood out at least 1/6th a bucket of blood for the patient to get well!

Who? Who are the quacks?!

Dammit!

How dare they steal our clients and not even do a proper job?

That's basic healing!"

Walter's chest rose and fell in anger.

Good. Good.

They better pray he never found them, or he would have their heads!!!!