The first group of villagers who arrived in Katana seeking dical help were healed by the Swamp Boggart, who sacrificed herself, provided abundant food, and perford dramas... a smooth series of actions.
Without much proselytizing, their favorability toward the Swamp Sect was maxed out.
To plant the first seeds, Lear instructed the Swamp Boggart to pay special attention to these villagers.
In just a few days, under intense care, these dozens of people were directly promoted to Devout Believers.
When it was ti for them to return, they were all reluctant to leave, eagerly wanting to return to their villages to share the greatness of the Swamp!
The thirty or so people were from nearby villages, and upon returning, they themselves beca the billboards for Katana.
The ailnts and injuries that had plagued them for years had been healed, which was better than any advertisent.
Delor entered his village with excitent in his heart.
Although this trip to Katana only lasted three short days, it was unforgettable for him.
He touched his arm, his lips curling into a high smile, and strode into the village.
At this ti, two villagers preparing to tend the wheat fields saw Delor. One of them, about fifty years old, with a face full of black stubble and oily black skin, started speaking first.
"Decker, you’re back... so, did the Saints of Katana heal your arm?"
A few days ago, people from outside the village said that a Saint capable of healing all injuries had arrived in Katana, and anyone with an illness could go and seek treatnt.
Even serious injuries could be healed!
He didn’t believe it at the ti—how could such a thing be possible?
What Saint? Most likely a scamr from outside. Every few years, a scamr would co from outside the Long Thorn Mountain Range, taking advantage of their naivety to buy good things at low prices.
He had been deceived ten years ago and was particularly wary.
But as he was speaking, he got stuck, stamring and pointing at him.
"Your, your arm... is healed?"
How could it be?
The other’s arm had been trapped in a rock crevice when he fell into a ravine, so the villagers, unable to do anything else, cut it off to rescue him.
The person who did it was him!
An arm that had been severed for more than twenty years could grow back?!
He felt a huge shock to his world.
But the other person was standing alive in front of him, which was impossible to fake!
Seeing the shock on the other’s face, Decker felt a sense of satisfaction welling up inside him.
With a firm tone, he said.
"That’s right, under the healing of the Saints, I regrew my arm."
"Uncle Jack... the rumors you heard before are true, a group of Saints capable of healing diseases really has co to Katana Village."
"And that’s not all, they also perform exquisite dramas and provide rich and delicious food..."
"Didn’t you injure your back before? Now it aches every year when it’s humid; you can go to Katana, ask the Saints to heal your injury, and enjoy the drama performances."
"Uncle Jack, trust , even if not for the treatnt, just watching the drama is worth a trip."
"Since the Saints arrived in Katana, everything has changed..."
Feeling the presence of a great being watching over him, his gaze beca more devout and fervent.
Hearing this, Uncle Jack, in his fifties, was tempted.
"Can it really be?"
"Of course! This ti, I hope more people from the village will go with you; believe , you won’t be disappointed this ti!"
"Alright, I’ll go tomorrow!"
"By the way, it’s best to bring more things with you when you go to Katana this ti."
"Why? I heard the Saints heal ailnts for free."
"I’m not talking about treatnt; the Saints brought a lot of supplies, and Katana is going to establish a new marketplace where villagers from the Long Thorn Mountain Range can trade in the future... It officially opens on April 3rd."
"They offer a lot of things, and you might be able to trade your unused items for sothing you urgently need."
"A marketplace too? Praise the Immortal God... that’s wonderful!"
Subsequently, news began to spread within this small village.
Healed Decker beca a living billboard...
Such a scene played out in several villages.
Moreover, this news was passed on by the villagers, spreading outwards...
Marketplace trading and dical services undoubtedly addressed the biggest pain points for the villagers of the Long Thorn Mountain Range!
Highly attractive.
Self-sufficiency within the village was too narrow, eting basic survival needs, but the excess resources couldn’t be exchanged for what they wanted.
Usually, only a few nearby acquainted villages would engage in simple bartering.
But that couldn’t satisfy more needs.
Previously, there was no such condition, so they had to endure.
But now, with a suitable market, everything was completely different.
dical care needed no further explanation; it was a necessity.
And so, after several days.
On April 3rd, the Katana marketplace officially opened, attracting over 500 people this ti!
But half of them ca casually to seek dical help.
The villagers from outside were initially apprehensive, but as soon as they arrived, they were struck by the sight of the towering Vine Wall extending four to five hundred ters.
Instantly, they were awestruck.
The wall, over 40 ters high, made ordinary people feel as small as mice.
Entering the village, the leveled land beca a dedicated marketplace with dozens of stalls set up on it.
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