Negris was startled, "Like you? Your body cost dozens of liters of Essence Liquid."
Such a high cost, not many patients could afford it, a peaceful sleep with a smile was their best option.
The deceased patient was carried away by family members, and the queue resumed as before, but no one blamed the priests for failing to save a life. Instead, they were grateful that the priests could end the patients' pain in death, and couldn't help but mimic them, chanting, "Light bless you."
Anthony whispered, "Medicine, food, the two most practical weapons in the struggle for belief."
Durken said, "Are you saying that these magicians are competing for belief? Aren't they atheists?"
"Don't know, but they're definitely vying for the people's hearts. Belief is just incidental. Look over there," Anthony gestured subtly.
