Saving Burning Cow Dung

As Vini began to activate her innate power, Nalant saw tiny green specks of light emerge from her palms in the next instant, continuously seeping into the barbarian guard's wound.

When the green motes landed on the mangled, bloody wound, a miraculous sight unfolded.

The blurred mass of flesh began to grow back at a rate visible to the naked eye. Even the bone slowly started to regenerate in a manner Nalant could not comprehend.

Though Nalant had witnessed scenes like this more than a dozen times with the Three-Colored Chickens, he still found it utterly fantastical when he saw it now.

As the seconds ticked by, a fine sheen of sweat gradually appeared on Vini's tightly shut eyes—no, on her forehead—and her arms began to tremble slightly.

The barbarian guard's wound was simply too large, so the amount of innate power required was unprecedented.

If Nalant had not specifically brought along several Three-Colored Chickens during the journey to keep Vini trained, this barbarian guard's injuries likely could not have been healed in a single session.

As the flesh around the wound gradually regrew and closed, the barbarian guard's complexion returned to normal, no longer twisted with pain.

Lying on the ground, he seemed to have realized something. Though Nalant was pinning him down and he could not rise to inspect his wound, disbelief was gradually filling his eyes.

"Guard, what's your name?" Nalant asked, since he had far more subordinates now.

Moreover, every barbarian was covered in stubble. Although Nalant usually urged them to maintain their hygiene, he still could not remember everyone's name.

So, while there was still a final bit of treatment remaining, Nalant spoke to ask the barbarian guard.

"M-My lord, my name is Burning Cow Dung!"

"Mm. Burning Cow Dung, you are not allowed to