"Truth Society?" Within the snow hut, Colin was slightly taken aback.
He knew of the True Knowledge Society but had never heard of a Truth Society with such a similar name...
Yet seeing Shelley's demeanor, Colin somewhat understood what this so-called Truth Society actually was.
Shelley didn't offer much in the way of explanation, only saying,
"Pureblood Families should have helped these people but did not do so, which is wrong.
One of the goals of the Truth Society is to rectify this mistake."
Colin realized, although he had anticipated it, he still felt a hint of surprise in his heart.
Shelley watched him quietly, waiting for Colin's response.
Neither of them was a fool; some things were better left unsaid.
Feeling Shelley's gaze, Colin's heart wavered, which was when a middle-aged man with graying hair suddenly came over.
Thump.
He fell to his knees, "Thank you, respected Wizard, for healing these injured."
"Stand up," Colin said to the middle-aged man, seizing the opportunity to change the subject.
Looking at the man with graying hair prostrate on the ground, forehead pressed against the earth, Colin felt moved.
Perhaps due to their isolation from the world, the people of Ancient North Village were especially sincere, their gratitude seemingly only expressed through this act of kowtowing.
Moreover, from what he had learned earlier, they were also exceptionally united.
The households of Ancient North Village were not independent; all clothing, food, and other supplies were distributed by the Village Chief according to need, and mining work was the same.
They shared everything they had, making no distinctions between one another.
Upon hearing this, the man with graying hair slowly got to his feet, his face showing deep exhaustion, his palms and clothing stained with mottled blood.
"Are you the... healer here?" Colin asked curiously.
"Yes, sir," the man with graying hair responded.
His attire was no different from the rest of the villagers, all clad in leather coats, and his bloodstained hands and clothing looked somewhat unprofessional.
But in Ancient North Village, the man with graying hair was already the best at healing.
The effect of the Ancient Tree Spring was remarkable, and by now, all but the previously dying patients were practically restored to health.
After standing up to thank Colin, some impatient villagers couldn't wait to head outside.
Although they had been saved, many of them still had family members buried under the rubble.
"Sir, I won't disturb you further, I will join them to see if I can be of any help," the man with graying hair said.
Although Colin had healed all the injured, the sole healer of Ancient North Village couldn't just stand by idly; he was still needed at the ruins.
"Go on," Colin nodded.
Soon, the snow hut was deserted, leaving just the two of them.
Colin watched the healer's retreating figure and thought for a moment before transmitting to Shelley, "Let's go over and take a look together."
"Okay." Shelley nodded slowly, without objection, not bringing up the previous topic again.
Colin nodded slightly and turned to walk towards the door, but in his heart, he quietly mused,
"The Truth Society, huh?"
...
"Thank you for your help, Mr. Dempsey!"
At the ruins, Colin hadn't yet landed when he heard cheering voices rising from below.
"There's no need to worry," Dempsey stated, standing at the front of the crowd, waving his hand calmly.
If it hadn't been for Colin's order, he certainly wouldn't have cared about these people's fate.
But since Colin had instructed him, he would dutifully do the work.
He let out a light breath, looking at the grateful crowd before him, feeling a sense of achievement in his heart.
"Has everyone been rescued?" Colin asked as he touched the ground.
"Yes, Wizard Colin!" Dempsey quickly turned around,
After a moment's thought, Dempsey complimented subtly without showing any trace:
"Thanks to the Shadow helpers you sent, they could pass through all the narrow gaps, directly reaching the people buried underneath, then carving out a passage from the collapsed debris.
If it were up to us to dig from the outside, it would have been impossible to save so many, and we might have even risked causing a secondary collapse, endangering the lives of those trapped inside."
After saying this, Dempsey stepped aside slightly, loudly addressing the people in front of him, "Don't you all hurry to thank Wizard Colin for sending the Shadow helpers!"
"Thank you, respected Wizard Colin!"
People who had escaped death cast their eyes on Colin, thanking him with an excited expression, and many seemed ready to kneel and bow in gratitude.
Dempsey curled up the corners of his mouth in satisfaction, stepping aside to leave the spotlight solely for Colin.
However, Colin just calmly waved his hand, "It's a small effort, no need for thanks, and there's no need to kneel before me."
Dempsey was momentarily taken aback, glancing at Colin subconsciously, afraid that his flattery had turned into a faux pas.
"Good job."
Colin looked at the villagers who had been rescued, noting that their injuries seemed to have been treated, and offhandedly praised Dempsey.
His thoughts were not on Dempsey, nor even on the villagers before him.
Shelley, calm beside him, suddenly transmitted,
"Have you heard of the Wall Building Skill?"
"No," Colin transmitted back, watching as the villagers split into two groups.
One group, with still-recovering injured, made their way toward the snow hut, while another group began repairing the ruins in front of them.
At the thought, he commanded the Silent Shadow to go help.
"If we had the Wall Building Skill, these dozen or so dome-shaped snow huts could be rebuilt entirely within half an hour."