Green Monster Epic

Chapter 652: Implementation

“Marilyn, a female goblin, 28 years old, with one child, paralyzed due to a spinal injury from an accident…”

Searching for a conspicuous target among thousands of believers didn't take much time. In less than half a day after Allen told the ten core members of the two groups, the group from the 'Praise the Food God Society' found the target Allen described and thoroughly investigated her situation.

“Where does she live?”

Hearing this result, the stone in Allen's heart fell. It seemed that after advancing to demigod, some unknown change had indeed occurred, allowing him to perceive scenes that he had never experienced before.

However, to confirm, Allen continued to inquire.

“She lives in the slum in the east of the city, in a small alley called Gong Alley. The third thatched house from the entrance of the alley is her home.”

“Okay, continue to monitor.”

Allen nodded, remembered the address, gave the order, and then turned and left the secret room hidden underground.

After simply disguising his appearance, wearing a set of rough leather armor, padding himself to look similar to an ordinary bear goblin, Allen casually put on an eye patch and walked into the slum in the east of the city.

Calling it a slum, it was actually much better than the environment in which the Green Field tribe lived in their early years. The slum, which was also planned with sewers and small gardens, only appeared somewhat dirty and messy because the goblin families living here always piled up miscellaneous items haphazardly.

Of course, the air was also filled with a strong, lingering sour odor, which came from the sheds built by the residents in the open space to raise poultry and livestock such as chickens, ducks, and pigs.

Chirp chirp chirp!

Quack quack quack!

Oink oink oink!

Passing by the surrounding cages always disturbed the poultry and livestock raised by each household, causing a burst of noisy sounds.

People would occasionally open their doors to check, to prevent unscrupulous guys from coveting their poultry. After all, these poultry were also an extra source of income in the eyes of these people. Whether it was the eggs laid by the poultry or the poultry themselves, they were extremely valuable to Green Lake Town, the city of delicacies.

Creak!

Just as Allen arrived at the address his subordinate had given him, before he could open the door, the door of the simple thatched house, pieced together from several pieces of wood of different sizes, was opened from the inside.

Allen recognized the female goblin in front of him at a glance. She was the praying believer who had appeared in his mind the day before.

“Excuse me, do you need something?”

Marilyn noticed Allen's scrutinizing gaze and raised her head, trying to make a friendly expression. However, her disfigured face was somewhat ugly, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't show a beautiful side.

“It's nothing, just passing by.”

Allen shook his head slightly, then quickly withdrew his gaze and continued towards the depths of Gong Alley, as if he was really just passing by Marilyn's house.

Marilyn awkwardly withdrew her gaze, thinking that her face had frightened the other party, but she couldn't help staring at Allen's back, carefully looking at him a few times, because she always felt that the other party's face, half covered by the bronze mask, seemed somewhat familiar.

Allen walked to the end of the alley, left the slum from the other side, and went straight back to the castle of Green Lake Town, then returned to the underground secret room along the secret passage.

“Who is managing the believers in the slum?”

Someone was always stationed in the secret room. Allen found the captain on duty and asked about the content he was concerned about.

“It's a shadow walker named Kohan.”

“Bring him here, as soon as possible.”

“Okay.”

In less than half a magic hour, Kohan, whose five senses were sealed, was brought to this hidden secret room.

“Patriarch!!”

Kohan never imagined that he would one day be personally summoned by Allen, and his mood was inevitably a little excited. Being selected as one of the first candidates to preach the 'Food God' faith, he naturally regarded Allen as his idol and goal, and always hoped that one day he could have face-to-face contact and communication with Allen like now.

“Don't be too excited, young man!!”

Allen nodded slightly, greeting Kohan with a kind expression. Regardless of whether Kohan regarded him as a faith, he would always feel comforted when he saw young, energetic Green Field goblins.

“…Huff!!”

Kohan tried hard to breathe, trying to calm himself down. Even though he had experienced life and death during his adventure, he still found it difficult to control himself when he saw his idol.

“I heard that the slum you are in charge of has the most believers and observation targets in your group. It seems you are very capable!”

Allen's eyes showed appreciation.

“The main thing is that the arrangements of the society are appropriate, and the resources provided are sufficient. There are indeed many tribesmen in the slum who urgently need care…”

After chatting for a few words, Allen turned his head and brought the topic back to the main business.

“In the area you are in charge of, is there a female goblin named Marilyn? Her face seems to be disfigured…”

“…Um, yes.”

Kohan thought for a while and answered seriously: “Her partner died in an accident a few years ago. Later, she left her young child at home and went out to work to support the family. When she came back, she found that her child had fallen from the bed and suffered a serious illness.”

“We have been trying to help her, but to cure her child's paralysis, it requires several high-level divine spells and some precious resources, which are too expensive. Our group's resources are limited, and we can only help her reduce some living expenses.”

Kohan knew the situation of the group he developed like the back of his hand. Allen only said a name and some simple descriptions, and Kohan knew who Allen wanted to ask about.

“Patriarch, what do you want her for? What do you need me to do?”

“I want you to find out what kind of resources are needed to treat her child's paralysis. As for asking druids and priests who can cast high-level divine spells, you should also first search among our own tribesmen to see who is suitable to help with the treatment.”

“Then, in the name of the Praise Society, help her cure her child. You don't have to worry about the funding issue. Someone will naturally help you pay later.”

“Understood.”

… … … …

Kohan didn't quite understand why the patriarch would suddenly care about an ordinary goblin believer in a slum. Did they have some kind of relationship? However, he didn't want to delve into it. It was rare to be able to personally see the great idol, and he didn't expect the other party to receive him so kindly. Even now, his heart was still full of enthusiasm, wishing he could die for the idol. He would naturally focus on this matter entrusted to him and strive for perfection.

In a world with magical magic, paralysis is not an incurable disease. Even if a part of the body is missing, as long as you can invite a legendary divine術user and are willing to spend huge costs and resources, it can still be restored to its original state.

In the past, Kohan didn't have the authority or resources to help Marilyn, an ordinary, worthless gnome. But now that the patriarch had spoken and promised the support of all necessary resources, Kohan quickly found a solution.

"Our Lord has heard your sincere prayers and has specially sent a high-level natural healer to treat your child's illness. During this time, you need to take care of your child's hygiene and recuperation, and don't cause trouble for the healers."

Kohan didn't immediately go looking for a healer, but instead, as a preacher, secretly visited Marilyn's home.

"Thank you, Our Lord! All glory be to Our Lord!!!"

The gnome Marilyn was unspeakably excited and almost knelt in front of Kohan, wanting to kiss his feet, but he pulled her up.

"Remember the rules of the Praise Society, don't easily reveal the existence of Our Lord to outsiders, not even to the healers Our Lord sends, understand??"

Kohan reminded her sternly, which was also the reason for his visit.

To heal Marilyn's child, it would take at least a high-level peak druid or priest, a high-level divine spell caster. However, given the current development of the 'Food God Praise Society,' their core members don't yet have such divine spell casters. If they hired spell casters from outside, and Marilyn, in her excitement, revealed the existence of the 'Food God' faith, then his group might be in danger, even implicating the entire 'Food God Praise Society.'

There was no choice. Spell casters tend to be smart and rational. It's not easy to get them to wholeheartedly devote themselves to a particular faith. Even Allen, who was well-known from childhood and regarded as an idol and goal by most gnomes, the 'Food God' faith shaped around him, has only moved a handful of spell casters to join their two organizations, let alone top talents like high-level spell casters.

"I understand!!"

At this moment, even if Marilyn had to die, she would probably be willing. Having the chance for her child to be reborn was something any loving mother would give everything to cherish.

A few days later, Giota, a high-level peak natural healer from the Green Field Tribe's spell caster team, received an order from the town hall, asking her to take a team of healing spell casters to the slums to send the tribe's care.

Although Giota wasn't very willing, as a healer trained by the tribe, she still followed the tribe's arrangement.

"Hello, Ms. Giota, Magister Wesley introduced me. I would like to ask you to help heal a junior in my family!"

Kohan appeared before Giota as an ordinary gnome male from the slums, holding a letter handwritten by Magister Wesley, respectfully carrying a gift, and personally found Giota.

"Magister Wesley?? What is your relationship with him??"

Hearing Wesley's name, Giota's lazy and contemptuous gaze suddenly retracted, and she looked up at Kohan and asked.

"Magister Wesley and I were classmates and desk mates when we studied in town in our early years. It's just that I didn't have the talent for combat, so after graduating from the intermediate academy, I lost contact with Magister Wesley."

"Oh, so that's how it is. Bring the patient over!"

Since that guy Wesley latched onto Svara, the tribe's newly promoted legendary commander, he has also become the chief archmage of the tribe's spell caster team, making him Giota's semi-superior. Since this gnome has a letter from Wesley, it seems their relationship isn't bad. In any case, Giota couldn't refuse her superior's order.

"This patient is a bit special, I'm afraid I'll have to trouble Ms. Giota to make a trip..."

"What?? Forget it, forget it..."

......

In the simple and dark thatched cottage, Marilyn nervously watched the painful young gnome on the dirty bed, tightly holding a wet towel, not daring to make the slightest noise, lest she disturb Giota, who was concentrating on casting a high-level healing divine spell.

As a druid specializing in healing, the situation of this young gnome, whose spine was broken at the neck and whose spinal cord had deformed due to years of self-growth, was indeed very棘手, but also a good experimental object.

Especially since the other party could also take out valuable magic potion materials and magic potions to help with the treatment, it allowed Giota to accumulate good experience in treating such injuries.

"Come, move your right hand finger and see if there is any response."

"Yes!! There's a response!!"

Seeing the young gnome wiggling his slender fingers little by little under the command of the earth gnome druid in a green dress, Marilyn, who had been paying attention to her child, immediately cried out in excitement in a low voice, and joyful tears kept sliding down her cheeks.

"Very good, very good, now try to bend your left leg!!"

Giota was very relaxed. Having long expected the situation before her, she felt quite a sense of accomplishment. Healing such a serious patient in her own hands, she felt that her healing ability had improved greatly, and it seemed that her divine spell ability, which had been stagnant for a long time, had also shown a hint of progress due to the study of this case.

"Alright, your child now only has muscle atrophy caused by long-term inability to move, so it's not suitable to have too much movement now, but his main bloodline and nervous system have returned to normal. As long as you strengthen muscle exercise and recovery, and keep up with nutrition, there will be no problem in returning to a normal teenager."

After carefully examining him, Giota turned around and instructed Marilyn, this ugly-looking, excited gnome.

"Yes, yes, thank you!! Thank you!!"

Outside the door, gnome residents occasionally poked their heads out of their homes, looking at this simple thatched cottage with concern. Although they didn't know why the tribe would have this free medical event, fortunately, everyone was a neighbor and knew the difficulties in Marilyn's family, so they were all happy for her.

Marilyn understood in her heart that all of this was arranged by the great 'Food God.' Thinking that the Praise Society didn't allow the existence of believers to be exposed, she could only use words to express her gratitude to the messenger of God.

Outsiders thought that Marilyn was just lucky, allowing her child to have a chance to be reborn; Giota believed that it was Wesley who provided these resources, perhaps this female gnome had some favor with Wesley; but Marilyn always believed that Giota's appearance, as Kohan said, was because 'Our Lord,' in order to avoid exposure, specially didn't mind the trouble and covered things up.

The matter was successfully resolved. Allen, who had been secretly paying attention to this matter, also withdrew his gaze. Returning to the cultivation room, he began to continue exploring and feeling the changes that might be brought about after realizing his devout believers.