"Woo-hoo, in our place," someone would seek out a bishop-level Priest for such injuries, who could cast advanced healing spells to regenerate wounds, and even grow back the skin."
Necromancer Bella snorted and argued,
"That's a lot more convenient than your complicated and tedious procedures."
"Yes, Spiritual Energy and magic are such unreasonable things; they almost toppled the scientific worldview I built in the first half of my life."
A Feng did not refute this point, but he shook his head and said,
"However, as far as I know, the number of bishop Priests on the entire Continent who can easily cast advanced healing spells does not exceed five hundred. Someone of humble origin like Lieutenant Robinson would never be able to touch that circle in his lifetime.
Even if a miracle actually allowed him to find someone who could help, the expensive offering would be enough to make him choose to end his own life.
Our technology is complicated.
