In this world, where magic and divine arts existed, regenerating severed limbs
was not actually all that difficult for Spellcasters who had even a little attainment in the relevant fields.
Certain beings who were extremely powerful, or closely tied to the domain of the dead, could even pull a dead person's soul directly back from the outer planes to the Material Plane and make them "reborn."
Of course, the premise was that you could pay a sufficient price.
Xia Nan did not know exactly what level of strength this priest who believed in the Sun God possessed.
He had only watched with his own eyes as the savage wound where Jeff's leg had been severed below the knee bathed in holy light and closed and healed in a dozen seconds or so.
But the left leg he had already lost did not grow back.
As for the reason, he could only guess that the Gold Coins had not been enough, or that the priest's strength had not yet reached the point where he could casually restore injuries.
From the other party's perspective, for an injured stranger, even if he was the Sheriff's friend, it was impossible for him to expend too much for no reason to heal him.
"Mm?"
Ingram had thought that the negative energy tangled deep in Jeff's flesh and blood would be dispersed under the radiance of the holy light.
He had just let out a breath because the wound had healed when he suddenly noticed the puzzled expression on the priest's face.
"Sir, is something wrong?"
he asked, somewhat anxiously.
The tail of the staff tapped the floor lightly. The priest frowned slightly, his eyes fixed on Jeff on the stretcher, and slowly said, "What is on him is not merely simple undead power.
"There is