This discovery was also a coincidence, and it has to start from the first time Eryi performed limb regeneration surgery.
While the treatment fee was fair, it still cost 30 silver coins, making it unaffordable for ordinary civilians. Minor scrapes and scrapes could heal in a few days, and they wouldn't spend a month's living expenses to go to a treatment station for treatment.
The healing station is located on the street of the Adventurer's Guild. Most of the people coming and going are civilians and adventurers. The nobles are reluctant to come here unless necessary.
After all, not everyone was as nosy as the Baroness. Even when washrooms first became popular among the upper classes, only a few would venture in for a quick look. Most would simply dispatch servants to imitate the washroom's construction, quietly. This led to the scar-eliminating properties of healing magic being overlooked.
By coincidence, that day, a noble lady named Sally came to the treatment station quietly because of a broken leg to participate in the first limb regeneration treatment.
Her condition wasn't serious; she'd already received treatment from other gods' priests. It was just incomplete healing, and she still had a slight limp when she walked. A wound like this certainly didn't require limb regeneration to heal. Eryi had instructed the elves nearby to cast an intermediate healing spell on her, and she was completely healed.
However, after coming in, there was no faith transfer or prayer, and the spell only took a few minutes to heal. Sally was still confused until she walked out of the door of the treatment station.
She didn't care whether it was a simple healing spell or the most advanced limb regeneration spell; being able to fully heal her in just a few minutes was a miracle. She returned that same day and sent a servant to quietly place three hundred gold coins in the donation box.
Although her lameness was no secret in the circle, she still had to be somewhat secretive and could not let people know about her dealings with the newly born god who favored the common people.
What surprised her even more was yet to come.
After returning from the treatment center that day, Sally immediately went to her dorm to change. She had only wanted to double-check her leg, but she was surprised to find the entire leg injury in the exact same spot as before the fall, without even a scar.
Until this moment, she still hadn't come to her senses.
The next day, when she was changing clothes, the maid noticed that a white scar on her little toe had disappeared without a trace. "Madam, the scar on your foot has finally disappeared. It must be the effect of the medicine I bought earlier."
"Potion?" Sally looked at her toes in confusion: "No, I haven't used potions for a long time."
"Wait, that's not possible..." She belatedly began to check every part of her body. All the old small scars and pigmentation caused by bad dressing habits were gone from her.
She stroked her flat belly in a daze, and murmured to the maid beside her: "Maria, my Lady Maria..."
Ever since she had her first child, she'd developed stretch marks. Although the priests said they were proof of life and a beautiful symbol, she didn't think they were a good look.
She is not the only one who thinks it is ugly. After all, whether it is a lady from the upper class or an ordinary woman in the working class, they all secretly exchange tips on how to reduce wrinkles.
In fact, there is a solution. Pharmacists have made a potion that can eliminate scars.
This remedy is not only rare, but also requires careful use. It exploits the properties of certain animal secretions to promote regrowth. However, it only removes shallow scars and is not suitable for stretch marks.
She had bought some at a high price and used it once a week. It did seem to help reduce the wrinkles, but even after using it for over a year, the marks were still visible.
There are even more potent potions out there. A certain court sorceress, for her own reasons, once created a potion that could completely restore skin. Aside from being rare and expensive, it had few drawbacks.
The materials were scarce, and the finished products were not enough to be divided up among the royal family, so it was not her turn.
But it’s different now. Judging from the casual way the High Priest cast the spell at that time, it doesn’t seem to be a difficult task for her.
Before marrying a noble, Sally was the daughter of a wealthy merchant, so even with her changed status, she still didn't fit in with the other nobles. But now she has this secret in her hands, which is enough to make her truly accepted.
Another afternoon tea party.
The noble ladies, who had nothing to do except drinking tea and arranging flowers, gathered together again. They wore elegant smiles on their faces and secretly glanced at everyone's clothes to judge how everyone was doing.
Sally was born into a humble family, but because her family was wealthy, after marrying an aristocrat, her spending seemed to surpass that of ordinary nobles, which aroused envy. Those nobles who considered themselves to be of higher status began to form a group, and this circle had no room for her, so Sally rarely appeared at various gatherings.
On this day, she made a rare public appearance, wearing the most novel outfit of the season.
"You're so rare! I've had the housekeeper send you invitations many times before, but you never showed up. How come you finally showed up today?" The middle-aged lady surrounded by the crowd looked Sally up and down. "But I heard you broke your leg and are still recovering... Are you okay now?"
"Of course, as you can see." Sally changed the subject lightly.
The ladies would not let her off so easily. As they drank their tea, the topic turned back to her.
"I heard that you accidentally stepped on empty air in the castle, but were actually... pushed down." They began to speculate that there was discord in Sally's family.
"How could there be such a ridiculous rumor?"
"This is horrible. Someone must be watching my life."
"How pitiful! I heard you went to the Temple of Light to seek help right after that, but..." A noblewoman in a blue dress glanced up and down at Sally. "My groom fell before, too. He was taken to the Temple of the Goddess of Blessing for treatment, and he was left with a big scar. I heard the treatment at the Temple of the Goddess of Light is more effective?"
It is well known that the priests of the God of Light are good at healing wounds, but they don't care whether the wounds heal beautifully in the end.
"Yes, but later I obtained a secret method. Now my legs have recovered well and I can walk normally without any scars left. And..."
…
From that day on, people who looked out of place on this street would appear at the treatment station from time to time.
They wrapped themselves tightly, rode in carriages without family crests, and did not even reveal their faces.
Monica had often followed her father into various situations since she was a child, and she could tell at a glance the origins of those who seemed suspicious. She cleverly led a noble lady into the negotiation room when she had her servant ask about the "special prayer for scar removal."
The priest's status and proper manners blurred her original identity. The noble lady who used to be so arrogant and high-spirited had to politely call her "Priest" on this occasion.
Monica quickly grasped the other party's needs and fabricated a suitable statement within minutes.
"We must use the gods' gifts in the right places. When a prayer can save a life, we can't just use it to remove scars. If we incur the gods' dislike, it will backfire, and everything will return to its original state, bringing disaster. Unless..."
"Of course." The noble lady, who had been influenced by faith since childhood, agreed deeply: "But I cannot betray my faith. God of Light, no... I am in Mary's church now. Forgive me..."
"God won't blame you for such a small matter. It's okay." Monica held the lady's hands and comforted her with a smile.
From that day on, Monica entered the upper class circle of Sunset City and occasionally released some treatment spots.
She knew the ladies' thoughts and knew they were reluctant to enter the healing station because of their scars, lest others pry into their privacy. So she used the storage device in the healing station and only brought out one healing spell at each gathering.
Scarcity makes things valuable, which makes her very popular.
"We have prayed to the gods many times, and because of our piety, the gods have allowed us to use some of their divine power to repair the scars." Everyone knew what piety meant, and the offerings in the treatment station poured in.
The noble ladies were too busy to handle these quotas internally, and were unwilling to spread the news. Monica felt that such a small matter did not need to be reported, and she enjoyed it - it could generate income for the temple and make the nobles run wild.
But after a long time, someone will always notice that something is wrong.
The reputation of the Healing Station and Maria grew, and the fact that they became the state religion of Kayasi directly pushed Maria, a wild new god who came from nowhere, to the same level as some old gods.
Then, having received her blessing and having the scars on your body disappear, it is no longer something that needs to be hidden.
The ladies, whose scars had vanished, used this as a private boast, telling their sisters and mothers in different cities about it. The nobility in the empire were all related to one another, and now everyone knew about it.
It just so happened that the elves had stored so many healing spells that the warehouse was full.
The nobles would send servants with carriages and gifts to the treatment stations and invite priests to their residences, which was a stark contrast to their previous attitude.
Bernice took this opportunity to allow faith to once again penetrate the aristocracy.
The hands-off shopkeeper Er Yi only occasionally marveled at his wealth when counting the coins. He then took out the coins to make various purchases, enriching the furnishings in the treatment station and buying some strange magic gadgets.
Her storage space couldn't be transferred across planes, but within the same plane, it was universal. Transporting supplies within the same plane was incredibly convenient, so she made several trips back and forth, placing books purchased from different cities in the Kayas Healing Station and building a library there for people to read.
“Thank you Mary for the knowledge and wisdom.”
Just when Eryi thought that things would go smoothly and the system would be upgraded again, the sky of the Nadus continent was drenched in darkness and was no longer bright.
The pointers representing the gods' perceptions in the temples kept spinning, and the priests kept praying.
The magicians stopped what they were doing and walked out of the magic tower.
The prophet knelt on the ground and muttered to himself, while the tattered book of prophecy paused and opened to the last chapter.
——Every three thousand years, the cycle repeats, and demons and gods coexist.
[Warning, an A-level plane is approaching and will collide with your plane. Warning, the Healing Station system has not yet achieved the full defense capabilities of an A-level plane, and your building may be destroyed.]
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