"Mr. Village Chief, I-I'm not a Divine Wizard yet…I haven't even gotten the qualifications to be a candidate, so you can just call me Vivian.”
From Vivian's conversation, he could tell that the middle-aged man with deep wrinkles on his forehead was the village chief. He must have heard that the little girl had treated the family just now and rushed over.
"Lady Vivian, we don't care about this. It was you who saved many people in our village with your brilliant medical skills. You, you are the Lord Wizard in our hearts!”
The village chief said as he took a bag from a villager beside him. He wanted to give it to Vivian.
"Lord Divine Wizard, this is a small thank you gift that we have put together. Please accept it, although it is not much…But it's also our sincerity!"
Of course, Vivian would not accept it. After a few excuses, the village chief finally gave up.
