"Kyle." Leah Chandler shot Faye Yardley an apologetic smile. 'My son is so reckless,' she thought. 'His shouting just told all the villagers what we want.'
Faye Yardley smiled nonchalantly. "It's fine."
She then addressed the villagers directly. "If any of you folks have spare Martial Arts Books you no longer need, you can bring them for a trade. But I want to be clear: not every Martial Arts Book is worth a puppet doll."
A villager mustered their courage and asked, "Do you accept other things? Like scrolls, for example."
It couldn't be helped. No one knew how long a puppet doll could protect a child, but who wouldn't want one for their own family?
Even the bachelors without children figured that owning a puppet doll might convince a woman to marry them and start a family.
The main reason was that in the short time Faye had been holding the puppet doll, her complexion had already started to grow rosy, and she looked so light she could practically fly.
