"Healing, healing, and more healing, paid healing! Whoever needs healing, come on over."
On the road, a person in a white robe was shouting with a shrewd expression. Although the robe resembled that of a priest, it wasn't entirely the same. It lacked the luxury, looking rather simple instead.
Judging by its workmanship, it was clear he had it custom-made; otherwise, it wouldn't be like this.
At this moment, a woman ran over holding a child, who was bleeding heavily and badly injured.
Seeing this person, the woman's eyes lit up: "Can you heal my child? I can pay."
The person raised his hand, a burst of light erupted, and the child's wounds quickly healed.
"No way, that guy is actually a priest? Are all priests like this?" The people around widened their eyes, remembering priests as very kind and gentle. This guy looked more like a businessman.
After the transaction, the person turned back, looking at these people with dissatisfaction.
