Chapter 856

Just south of the Medicine Sect, there was a tiny place called Grish.

Calling it a nation might be giving it too much credit.

The area was just a bit bigger than a large county in Longford Kingdom, with a total size that was really not much to speak of.

Home to over 600,000 people, the average person there did not have much. The per capita GDP barely hit 900 Longford Dollars.

They were one clan, and you would not even find Grish on most maps.

Their leader was known as the clan chief.

The current chief had been in charge for a couple of years and was desperate to make some big changes to show what he was made of.

He had hit a major snag, though—they were flat broke.

In a tiny spot like Grish, without any minerals or oil to speak of, getting a loan was pretty much a fantasy.

Who was going to lend money to a place that was just scraping by?

Thus, the chief set his sights on the Medicine Sect.

He called together the clan's big shots for a meeting.

"Look, if we're going to grow,

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