In a makeshift "clinic" created by piecing together two square black tents, simple beds and fabrics were laid out on the ground.
"Sit still and don't move, just bear with it for a moment—that's all."
"I can move! My legs! I can feel my legs again!!"
"Don't forget, all of this is a gift from Lord Erdtree; we are merely messengers delivering this blessing."
"Yes, yes, yes! Thank you, Lord Erdtree! Thank you to all the Blessed! I... I'll tell everyone as soon as I get back!"
Another patient who had come in lying down stood up again and rushed out excitedly.
Kamlin watched the golden light in his palm gradually dissipate, then exchanged a smile with the other two Blessed Warrior beside him.
Over the course of a few days, the feeling of personally rescuing people from the pain and suffering of injury in the name of the Erdtree brought them considerable enjoyment and satisfaction.
Given the limited manpower and to guard against potential malicious spying, Kamlin adopted a strategy of breaking up operations into smaller, mobile medical practices.
The Blessed were divided into groups of three, and they used abandoned tents in the shantytown to send out mercenaries and refugees to spread the news, changing the location every day.
In just a few days, this low-key yet efficient "mobile clinic" successfully helped hundreds of shantytown residents suffering from injuries and illnesses.
Of course, Kamlin didn't perform the treatments for nothing; his ultimate goal was to spread his faith and attract potential believers.
Therefore, they established a simple rule: anyone seeking medical help must listen quietly to a short "lecture" before receiving treatment.
For example, "all men are created equal," or "one hundred benefits of being a citizen of the Erdtree "—of course, the latter is something they came up with themselves.
Although it was a bit blunt, it was very appealing to the grassroots people who longed for change.
After listening to this brief "introduction lesson," patients can receive treatment, and for particularly impoverished refugees, they can even receive a small bag of food after the treatment.
Even if the refugees do not develop faith immediately after going through this process, they will inevitably feel goodwill towards these Blessed.
Even Mu En had to admit that Kamlin really did have some talent.
In his words, this process was practically an "alien version of a mobile health supplement distribution point."
Of course, he encourages this approach.
To further motivate them, Mu En even announced a new incentive: for every new believer they gained, the entire group would receive a reward of "one Rune ".
Although not as wealthy as Castle in the Sky, Mu En, who doesn't need to cultivate seeds for the time being, has accumulated quite a bit of Rune.
He is planning to gradually phase out the batch of wooden chips that have been in use for almost two months and whose edges are starting to wear down.
Rune will be rewarded as "contribution points" with higher value, while daily wages will be temporarily paid using Twin Serpent Coins obtained from trade.
Therefore, the mercenaries recruited by the rescue team were highly motivated as they received real silver coins for helping maintain order and guide patients.
Nausicaä, having anticipated this, had the rescue team carry a considerable amount of money confiscated from the Insect Claw.
After treating the previous patient, Kamlin breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to let the next group of refugees in to "listen to the lecture."
The tent they found today was in a good location; it was not only spacious but also a rare "double" structure, made up of two tents of similar size joined together, separated by a thick curtain.
This place was originally occupied by a small group of refugees who huddled together for warmth. Kamlin agreed to provide them with free medical treatment in exchange for the right to use it today.
The larger space in front is perfect for focused preaching, while the smaller rear tent is used for Incantations and healing.
"Wait, no cutting in line here! We have to wait for the previous group to come out first—"
"Get out of the way! Don't block my way!"
Several impatient shouts and the sounds of the crowd being forcibly pushed aside followed.
The curtain was roughly pulled open, and a group of Merpeople in, instantly taking up almost half of the tent.
At a glance, there were more than twenty people; fortunately, the tent was large enough that it didn't feel too cramped.
The leader was an exceptionally burly man with long, flowing black hair, the thickness of which was proportional to his robust physique.
He wore only a sleeveless jacket made from the abdominal skin of some kind of large insect, and his bronze muscles were clearly defined, gleaming with an oily sheen in the dim light inside the tent.
"So you're the ones who've been making all sorts of rumors lately, the ones who can cure any disease?" He crossed his arms, his gaze sweeping over Kamlin and his two companions with a scrutinizing look. "Come on, let me see what diseases I have."
Kamlin looked at the muscular, vigorous man before him with a strange expression on his face.
This "patient" looked even more robust than the strongest long-haired cow in the Valley of the Wind, exuding an aura of menace. He didn't seem to need any treatment at all.
However, among the respectful subordinates behind him, a pale-faced young man who occasionally coughed lightly while covering his mouth leaned against a corner, looking unwell.
"We were the ones who released the information," Kamlin replied after composing himself.
"However, according to the rules, to receive treatment, one must first listen to the teachings of Lord Erdtree, which won't take long."
"Ideology?" The long-haired, burly man raised an eyebrow and waved his hand impatiently. "Stop with the nonsense! I don't have time for your sermons! If you can cure it, then cure it, or are you just a bunch of swindlers?"
His men immediately joined in the jeering, and the atmosphere inside the tent instantly became tense.
Kamlin frowned slightly, just then a hoarse voice rang out from behind the crowd.
Ashta, step back.
All the mercenaries immediately shut their mouths and parted to the sides, making way for each other.
The pale-faced, thin man in black leather armor slowly stepped forward.
His deep-set gray eyes glanced indifferently at his deputy, Ashta, Ashta immediately suppressed his arrogance and lowered his head slightly.
"Since we're here, there's no rush. We might as well listen."
Then, he fixed his gaze on Kamlin and scrutinized him for a moment.
"What does the ' Golden Order ' that you believe in teach?"
Kamlin knew this was the real person, and seeing that he was willing to communicate, he simply repeated the core message: " The Erdtree teaches us that all life is equal, regardless of birth."
The man's face remained expressionless, but his eyes turned cold.
He had heard those sweet words used to fool fools before.
Kamlin continued, "Those who work hard should be rewarded; labor creates all value."
The man felt an inexplicable rage rising within him.
The Explorers' Association said the same thing, and what happened?
Because of a worthless contract, a large portion of the profits will be siphoned off by the association under the guise of "management fees"!
Kamlin sensed the change in the other person's aura, but still spoke earnestly, "Under the Erdtree's Protection, all people will enjoy health and justice—"
"Enough!"
The man stared directly at Kamlin, his eyes swirling with complex emotions, as if he had seen something utterly ridiculous and disappointing.
I thought these pretentious guys would have some profound insights, but they turned out to be just like those idiots in the association, using nonsense that even they themselves don't believe to fool those who have already lost everything.
"Chop those three swindlers up and throw them out to feed the worms!"
Kamlin thought the guy on the other end definitely had something wrong with his head.