Summoning the Holy Sword

The skies turned gloomy.

A chilly wind blew through the forest, sending chills down their spines.

“Kid, seems like it would be raining soon.”

Old Walker sharpened his gaze as he carefully observed the thick clouds above his head. Rhode nodded towards Old Walker and stopped. He glanced at the path leading deep into the mountains, but it seemed to be devoid of human traces.

“How much longer before we reach our destination?”

Old Walker went into thought for a moment before replying, “Maybe… another half a day to a days’ time?”

“It’s getting too late to continue. Get Shauna and the rest to search for nearby shelters.”

“Okay.”

Once he heard Rhode’s decision, Old Walker turned around to whistle at everyone and made a hand signal which only mercenaries could understand. Shauna immediately brought Randolf and the rest away, in search of a suitable shelter and also to collect ingredients for tonight’s meal. The others that had nothing to do were just to rest by the side.

But now…

Rhode shook his head and shut his eyes as he reminisced his previous life.

We always have to change.

Rhode sighed at this thought.

And at this moment, he suddenly heard a crisp bell ringing.

Clink…

Rhode opened his eyes and looked out of the cave. As the light from the bonfire shone on the silhouette, it eventually revealed a skinny little figure at the entrance. The figure held a long wooden stick with a bent tip. Hanging from the tip was a golden bell which released a dull brilliance under the glow of the flames. And right behind that little figure, 5 to 6 lambs could be vaguely seen.

As the garrison chief, Shauna quickly went up to the figure and spoke a few words. Afterwards, the red-haired mercenary turned her head around and reported to Rhode.

“Sir, it’s a shepherd. She wants to take shelter here, should we let her in?”

“Please come in.”

After hearing Shauna’s report, Rhode didn’t feel like he should say much. So he nodded lightly and eventually turned his head away from Shauna.

After all, this cave was quite spacious, so just another human and few lambs wouldn’t be much of a problem.

Shauna didn’t delay as she quickly invited the shepherd in, allowing everyone to finally see her face.

She wore an oversized white cloak that was obviously too large for her size. It covered the whole of her tiny body. From her stature, this shepherd may only be slightly younger than Anne. Perhaps 12 to 13 years old. Her pale and thin arms that gripped onto the wooden stick looked almost like a skeleton. Facing the mercenaries, the shepherd cleverly bowed to express her gratitude. She skillfully drove the lambs into the deeper part of the cave and proceeded to sit down.

“You will get a cold sitting there, why not sit by the bonfire with us?”

Lize noticed the shepherd’s thin figure and invited her.

The shepherd curiously raised her head and glanced at everyone with hesitation in her eyes. She slowly stood up and walked to the side of the bonfire to take a seat while Lize smiled by the side and gave her a bowl of hot soup.

“Here, have some to warm your body.”

This time, the shepherd gestured with her hand to reject her offer.

“Don’t have to be shy. Wouldn’t it be bad if you catch a cold?”

Marlene tried to help convince the shepherd. In fact, everyone could see her body shaking uncontrollably under that oversized cloak.

This was clearly a sign of hypothermia.

“…”

However, the little girl continued to shake her head to reject their offer.

At this moment, Anne, being herself, playfully peeked under the cloak out of curiosity. Suddenly, she screamed and jumped back.

“Leader, you gotta see this! This is too much!”