Chapter 45

The priests and knight attendants who had just mocked Jiang Junming glared fiercely at the two young boys, one fat and one thin. It was all because of their nonsense. What kind of invigorating potion could do such a thing? They would have to teach these two a lesson when the opportunity arose.

Little Price was inwardly shocked. The effect of the potion that the short merchant had just drunk should only be achievable with a potion concocted by a high alchemist, but there were no high alchemists in Moonlight City. His father had bought a few bottles from a high alchemist in Twilight City, which was how he knew such potions existed. However, the potion Jiang Junming had taken out did not look like the ones he had seen at home. Moreover, how could a poor apprentice from the Western City's herb shop afford such a potion?

Could it be the effect of divine magic? Little Price estimated in his mind and then negated his own thought. Whether it was the healing spell he cast or the one cast by the priest, it was impossible to have such an effect. Besides, the man was already dead when the divine magic was used. All of this happened after Jiang Junming saved him and after he took the potion.

Even if divine magic were effective, neither his nor the priest's healing spells could have such an effect. Perhaps his father, Bishop Price, could achieve similar results with divine magic. But even if his father, Bishop Price, were to use divine magic, he might not be able to do what Jiang Junming had done.

The two priests stared in disbelief at the near-miraculous events unfolding before them. The man who had been dead not only came back to life but also recovered his health after taking the invigorating potion, shaking off his weakened and near-death state. All of this defied reason. Could this be a miracle?

But it didn't seem like a miracle. If it were a miracle, there should have been divine power present. Whether it was Jiang Junming's "strange" actions or the invigorating potion, there was no divine power as seen in a true miracle.

But what else could explain it? A man who couldn't be saved by divine magic was revived by an herb shop apprentice, and a weakened, near-death state that his own divine magic couldn't cure was miraculously resolved by a potion that cost a few copper coins?

No matter how they thought about it, it didn't make sense. The two priests felt their heads buzzing. Their brains were like a mixture of flour and water, turned into paste. This must be a nightmare, it must be.

The knight attendants glared at the two young boys, one fat and one thin. When they turned back, the merchant seemed to have fully recovered, even more energetic than before, almost radiant. Could the invigorating potion have such an effect? Some of the knight attendants thought that if it were true, they would definitely buy a few bottles to try when they returned to Moonlight City.

The knight attendants who knew some alchemy became even more confused. A potion that could achieve what they had just witnessed did exist, but not in the familiar Moonlight City. Could it be that it wasn't an invigorating potion but a higher-level potion? Recalling Jiang Junming's performance during the temple test and how he easily knocked down Little Dwight, they suspected something was amiss. Although they thought this, they didn't dare ask Jiang Junming what he had done, and their eyes showed a mix of respect and fear.

The merchants didn't know so much. Whether it was divine magic or a higher-level potion, both were far from their reach. For them, divine magic was the ultimate solution. When a problem that divine magic couldn't solve was resolved, there was no other explanation except a miracle. The merchants began to pray devoutly, thanking the gods for allowing them to witness a miracle.

The short merchant sat on the ground, feeling as if he had just had a dream. For him, there was no other explanation except a miracle.

"Junming, do you really believe in the Goddess of Compassion?" The short merchant was in a daze for a while, gradually recalling his near-death experience. When others were at a loss, it was Jiang Junming who saved him. Realizing this, he immediately asked. If Jiang Junming were a believer in the God of Dawn or the God of Justice, the short merchant wouldn't have had such doubts. If his survival was a miracle, and it was a miracle from the Goddess of Compassion, it was hard to believe.

"Yes," Jiang Junming replied. Seeing the short merchant look at him with doubt, as if he didn't believe the Goddess of Compassion could save him, Jiang Junming knew what he was thinking. After all, no matter who it was, whether in the temple test or just now, he had heard too many stories about the priests of the Church of Compassion not being very effective with their divine magic. It was no wonder others would doubt. Although the method he used to save him wasn't divine magic and had nothing to do with the Goddess of Compassion, it was a good reason to explain his actions.

He gave a self-deprecating laugh and said, "The Goddess cares for all people. Ordinary people may not believe the Goddess has such power, but as a believer, I believe everything I do is guided by the Goddess."

After saying this, Jiang Junming found it amusing. Pushing all reasonable and unreasonable things onto the Goddess of Compassion could save him from endless arguments. This explanation was quite good.

The short merchant, hearing the self-deprecating tone in Jiang Junming's voice but sensing his firm belief, immediately said, "It was the Goddess of Compassion who saved me. I feel my body filled with strength. This is a miracle, a sign from the Goddess. I will believe in the Goddess of Compassion today and thank her for her grace."

Jiang Junming, hearing the merchant mention the Goddess several times, smiled inwardly. Do you want to believe in Nightingale?

"Saving lives and healing the sick, caring for and treating every person in pain, is the mission of our Church of Compassion," Jiang Junming said with a slight smile when he heard the merchant wanted to believe in the Goddess of Compassion. Just consider her as Nightingale, the Goddess of the Lamp, which is somewhat fitting. But the one who saved the short merchant was medical knowledge, and Jiang Junming habitually repeated the phrase "saving lives and healing the sick."

The surrounding priests and knight attendants were puzzled. They had never heard that the Church of Compassion had such a mission. But what was the mission of the Church of Compassion? No one had ever cared about such a small church, and no one could recall it at the moment.

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