Arriving before the Divine Tree, Ron stepped inside the enclosure and put on a show of praying for over ten minutes.
Even now, Ron found it astonishing. He clearly did not believe in the Goddess of Harvest at all, yet whenever he prayed, the ear-of-grain mark between his brows—the symbol of a Favored One—would faintly grow warm.
As though he really were communicating with the Goddess of Harvest.
But in truth, he was only thinking about what to eat for lunch.
All he could say was that the system was the system. After all this time, the Goddess of Harvest had never come looking to cause trouble, and he had no idea how it managed that.
Whether the system had forced it or the two had reached some sort of deal, Ron had no way of knowing.
After finishing his prayer, Ron left the enclosure.
The surrounding believers saw Ron and respectfully saluted him, devoutly tracing the symbol of an ear of grain over their chests.
When Ron entered the Prayer House beside it, he saw several people lined up before the counter, taking out their money to purchase a few Scale Leaves.
Scale Leaves were not sold so casually.
Because Ron knew full well what Scale Leaves could do, he had specifically set requirements for purchasing them.
Only those who had prayed devoutly before the Divine Tree for at least three days could purchase no more than five Scale Leaves from the Prayer House.
Furthermore, every believer who purchased Scale Leaves had to truthfully register their personal information.
This would still lead to reselling, but it would never become a shortcut for certain people to rake in massive profits.
That was enough.
By the time Ron approached the counter, only one old man remained among those purchasing Scale Leaves.