His heart trembled slightly.
If God truly decides to construct the Holy City, at this pace... it might be completed in just a few months.
Coming to a city under divine protection seems far more comfortable than farming on barren land?
With these thoughts, he turned and walked eagerly in another direction.
He was eager to see more of Katana.
Upon arriving at the market, the abundance of goods left him overwheld.
In the dozens of ponds, fiery red fish swam freely, with people occasionally coming to purchase them.
In addition, there was a vast supply of sweet packaged nectar available for free tasting.
Tables covered in sweet, baked bread stretched out for over twenty tables, extending fifty to sixty ters long.
There were even sets of armor and weapons for sale... after walking around, Drew found himself questioning reality.
Weren’t those armors worn by the followers who escorted them just now? And they can sell them?
His inner resolve began to waver.
By evening, the knowledge imparted by the Swamp Boggart pierced through his heart completely.
Can everyone learn knowledge?
After the lessons concluded, a dramatic performance began... after being imrsed in the captivating plot, he felt a sense of loss when it ended.
Later, they were also assigned their own houses.
Drew entered the empty house with mixed emotions, sitting on a bench for a long ti to gather himself.
After a tiring day, he went to bed with so sleepiness, only to find no blankets on the bed, and yet, he didn’t feel cold.
The temperature outside had dropped significantly.
With curiosity, he got up to open the window and reach out to feel the outside, distinctly feeling the cold breeze.
Yet, just beyond the window, it was very comfortable inside his living quarters.
Constant temperature?!
This left him astounded.
Is this the kind of construction under the Divine Will?
Extending his hand, feeling the distinct temperature between his palm and wrist, he was lost in thought for a long ti...
The next day, Drew and his group fell silent.
No one spoke ill of Katana anymore.
After breakfast, they were assigned the task of constructing a small bridge.
After spending considerable ti clearing the ground, they expected to spend a lot of ti building.
Unexpectedly, a chubby creature flew over, its fist-sized body radiating fierce energy.
Vines erupted from the ground, and in no ti, the bridge grew and took shape.
Drew’s breath quickened at the sight.
This thod truly befits the Holy City!
The doubts in his heart were completely dispelled scene after scene.
At this construction pace, it might not even take three to five months for the Holy City to be completed...
Thinking about it, Drew looked up at the sky again, where the Wetland Angels flapped their wings with overwhelming power.
Taking a deep breath.
It seems that being a citizen of the Holy City, bathed in divine light day and night, is far better than living in a barren village where even illnesses cannot be treated... not to ntion, the will of God lingers above in the sky.
When the three-day trip ended, as Drew’s group prepared to return to their village, they suddenly saw a recruitnt notice for Sect Knights in front of the temple entrance.
For so reason, they couldn’t move their feet...
The next day, the residents of Bluestone Village were stunned to see their chief return, clad in solid armor and wielding a sharp blade, looking majestic.
Seeing the shocked expressions of his companions, Drew felt extrely pleased.
Without hesitation, he gathered all the villagers and solemnly announced—
"All the residents of Bluestone Village, I have visited Katana."
"Under God’s will, Katana is to be constructed into the Holy City of the Swamp Sect, and all participants in its construction can beco its first residents."
"And the rumors of having all possessions confiscated upon entering Katana are false. Our land and wealth will remain under our control."
"For fixed assets that cannot be taken along, they can be converted into Gold Coins through the church for purchasing goods in Katana."
"Moreover, becoming a resident of the Holy City entitles one to free housing, public knowledge instruction, and access to free dical services!!"
"Thus, I have decided to heed the call of the Saints and go to Katana to construct the Holy City!"
Once his voice fell, after a brief pause, the villagers below erupted in cheers.
Everyone was overwhelmingly excited.
"Praise you!"
"The Holy City, haha, we’re going to the Holy City too!!"
"Does that an we can watch theatrical performances every day?"
"Indeed a wise decision! Praise the Swamp God!"
These recent days of healing and theatrical influence, coupled with previous word-of-mouth, had already led Bluestone Village to succumb, with Drew just being among the last.
At this mont, he made this final decision, directly sealing the deal!
The entire village transitioned their faith and beca mbers of the Swamp Sect.
Until then, Lear took large strides towards the temple.
With a faint thought, the Power of Faith surged forth, directly pouring into the temple.
All around, a vibrant green silently sprouted.
The Divine Format within him silently grew upward...
The second temple was now in his control.
And this scene played out in other villages as well...
A few days later, on April 30th, the number of temples Lear controlled reached seven!
The recovery of the Divine Format had reached 80%!
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