He slowly headed for the old but clean house near the entrance of the slums.

Creeeak.

He opened the old wooden door.

�Hm? Mr. Jam! You�re here!�

A middle-aged woman with a warm expression happily clasped Jam�s hand. Jam greeted her gentler than ever.

�Priestess-nim, have you been well?�

The middle-aged woman in a white priestess robe handed over a small glass bottle with a smile. The smile on Jam�s lips was bright, but it quivered a bit at that moment.

�Thank you, priestess-nim. Thank you so much.�

Jam clutched the bottle containing the potion with a tearful expression. This would stop his daughter�s cough a little bit.

A rumor has been secretly circulating among the people of the slums and the slums itself for a while.

�Healers who cure illnesses have appeared.�

No one knew when or where the rumor began.

However, this rumor was true.

Healers in white robes appeared and hid around the capital while handing out potions or providing free simple treatments that didn�t need healing abilities.

�That title is a bit burdensome, Mr. Jam.�

�Priestess, no, healer-nim, I understand.�

Although these healers wore priest robes, they refused to be called priests or priestesses. They also did not have a symbol inscripted on their robes to indicate which Church they followed.

Jam was grateful for these people. That was why there was only one thing that he could do�

The middle-aged woman requested a simple favor from Jam that could easily be done.

�Mr. Jam, if you meet anyone who is sick or encountering difficulties, please let them know of this place.�

How could there be such good people like this?

The healers always asked others to bring those that are sick to them.

�Just make sure it is done secretly. You understand, right? The Empire has been a bit noisy these days�and as you know, people like us are being heavily ostracized.�

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