"It must be divine magic. Did you see those green specks of light on the girls' hands just now? Could this girl be an emissary of the Goddess of Life?"
"She really might be an emissary of the Goddess of Life. Otherwise, who could heal wounds in an instant?"
The surrounding barbarians immediately erupted into an uproar at the sight.
Of course, they were no longer discussing whether nobles were good or bad. They were astonished by Vini's divine magic.
The barbarians of the grasslands could be compared to primitive tribes from ancient Africa or the Americas in Nalant's previous life.
Their civilization was not highly developed, and they lived an almost completely primitive life of hunting and gathering. Naturally, such people believed most fervently in all manner of gods.
The grassland barbarians were precisely like this. The seeds of superstition had taken deep root in their hearts. Aside from the tribal totems they worshipped, they also held all kinds of natural deities in awe.
Vini's display at this moment was practically no different from bringing back the dead. The barbarians no longer dared regard her as a lackey of the gods.
Yet Vini had no time to pay attention to the surrounding chatter. After helping the youth and the woman to their feet, she immediately walked over to the unconscious middle-aged barbarian and crouched before him.
After crouching down, Vini repeated the process, placing her hand over the middle-aged barbarian's most serious wound. Specks of green light once again appeared before everyone's eyes.
This time, because it was a long slashing wound, those around them could see even more clearly. They could even watch as the torn flesh gradually healed bit by bit.
This sight drew another wave of gasps from the crowd, and the lips of the surrounding