So I'm a sheep.

"what happened?"

"It might be a bit of an exaggeration, but war is definitely on the horizon."

The bartender's smile faded: "Bambe City is under siege. A bunch of bandits have made the Earl lose face, and the surrounding nobles are also feeling quite embarrassed."

"The three viscounts and two barons have joined forces and are preparing to send troops to suppress the bandits!"

Oh my god...

Sasha hurriedly asked, "How many troops exactly?"

"I don't know," the bartender shrugged.

"When will we send troops out, tomorrow or the day after?"

"How could it be so fast?"

The man was both amused and exasperated: "It will be at least a few months from now; we're only in the conscription phase right now."

"Send the militia to fight?"

"Otherwise, they can't possibly go to the trouble of sending out their own personal guards, can they?"

"What good is a militia? The Forty Bandits have a record of defeating a cavalry unit head-on, so why do those noble lords look down on them so much?" Sasha asked, quite puzzled.

.....................................

"So what if we just routed a cavalry unit?"

"This time, the gentlemen have joined forces to recruit soldiers, and the combined army will be at least a thousand strong!"

When the bartender said that, Sasha knew he was a complete novice.

A militia force of thousands? Ha!

'But the bartender doesn't understand, and neither do those nobles?'

'...'

'Could it be that among all the nobles, Count Bambe is considered one of the more powerful ones?'

As the girl was pondering, the bartender urged, "I've told you everything I know, it's your turn now!"

"It makes me angry just thinking about it. Lord Bambe tricked us into going to our deaths for a few dozen silver coins."

Sasha said indignantly, "The promise of so many gold coins per bandit is just empty talk."

"The Forty Thieves are formidable; they are not people that ordinary experts can handle."

"If I hadn't been lucky enough to snag a good horse, I probably would have been finished long ago!"

After slightly modifying her story of how she was chosen by Captain Pluto of the Royal Guard and then sent to her death along with other selected experts, the girl said earnestly, "Count Bambe is no good person. Why would those noble lords bother to save him?"

"Hey, you wouldn't understand."

The bartender shook his head and said, "They probably don't have any real relationship; it's mainly a matter of saving face!"

Volume 1: Chapter 644 Obsession

With the difference paid by the bartender—a bag of copper coins (definitely intentional)—Sasa rode Beans back to the base.

"Boss, I've heard that a few noble lords are just bored and have nothing better to do than send troops to relieve the siege of Banbei City!"

The leader nodded calmly, as if he had known the news for a long time.

"They're just militia, nothing to worry about."

"but......"

He looked Sasha up and down for a while, his gaze lingering particularly on the ornate scabbard hanging at her waist.

The leader smiled and said, "You've suddenly become so confident, and even changed your way of addressing me back. Is it because you've found the sword?"

Huh?

The girl thought about it carefully and realized it might actually be true.

In the past, she used to call him "Big Brother" not only because she could get an advantage over the leader, but also mainly because she was wary of him.

But now that she has the divine weapon in hand, even without considering the amplification of killing intent, her chances of winning are very high in her normal state.

Having a psychological advantage, one becomes more casual without realizing it.

"Hahaha, Boss, you've helped me a lot. It's only right that I call you 'Big Brother'!"

"No need."

The man shook his head: "To be honest, every time you call me 'Big Brother,' I get a chill down my spine. I always have this feeling that one day you'll stab me in the back."

Uh

Seeing the girl's embarrassed expression, the leader changed the subject: "Fifteenth brother, you've never seen a battle with a thousand people, have you?"

"good"

"After the allied forces of those noble lords arrive, you might as well serve as the military supervisor again."

The leader said with amusement, "I guarantee you'll have your eyes opened!"

The man clearly didn't take those temporarily recruited militiamen seriously, and with that in mind, his so-called 'eye-opening' becomes quite interesting.

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After reclaiming the undamaged lake, Sasha began practicing some basic sword techniques every day.

Not for any other reason than to cultivate a tacit understanding between myself and the divine weapon.

"Old Fifteen has been very diligent lately."

The swordsman moved closer to the girl: "By the way, why don't you take off your scabbard? Your precious sword hasn't had any air in days, has it?"

"Want to see my divine weapon?"

"hey-hey"

The fifth brother kept rubbing the hilt of the sword with his fingers, and anyone could see the eagerness in his eyes.

"Fifteenth Brother, are you really not going to consider taking my sword-drawing technique?"

"Let's change the sword."

The girl said calmly, "This sword has been with you, Fifth Brother, for many years. It would be a shame if it broke."

"..."

"it is good!"

The swordsman quickly ran back to his house and grabbed his spare longsword.

"The sword has been changed, but the power of my sword-drawing technique will not be weakened in the slightest."

After swinging the sword a few times to get a feel for it, Lao Wu struck a pose.

"Fifteenth brother, be careful."

"please!"

Although she wasn't facing an enemy, after wielding a divine weapon and preparing for battle, the girl was surprised to find that a murderous intent had unknowingly surfaced within her.

As the saying goes-

Holding a sharp weapon, the desire to kill arises spontaneously!

Clang!

Taking advantage of the girl's slight distraction due to surprise, the fifth brother suddenly drew his sword!

Sensing the threat of the sword, Sasha's right hand moved naturally.

In a sword-drawing contest, the girl struck first despite being the one who drew her sword later.

Silently, it severed the fifth brother's longsword, and the next moment, the pristine lake was placed against his neck.

The outcome can be decided in a single move; even if the swordsman gains the upper hand, he will still suffer a crushing defeat.

It wasn't just a difference in weaponry, but a huge gap in overall strength between the two sides!

I lost.

The fifth brother gave a wry smile: "What a divine weapon, what superb swordsmanship!"

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Whether eating, drinking, riding horses, or even sleeping, the girl was inseparable from the pristine lake.

As their understanding of each other grew, Sasha always felt that there was still something between them.

Finally, she began to do things that seemed like she had gone mad to others.

"Fifteenth Prince, what are you doing!"

The third brother, who was adding water to the large pot, inadvertently caught a glimpse of the girl biting her finger and smearing her blood on the sword.

He rushed to Sasha and grabbed her hand.

The third brother glared at him and said, "Are you crazy?"

All five fingers were bitten until they bled, but the fifteenth prince showed no sign of pain on his face.

"I'm not crazy, this is a method I finally came up with."

Sasha freed her hand and gently stroked the sword.

"If you want to connect with the pristine beauty of the lake, this is the way to do it."

"What talk of mutual understanding? It's not a person!"

"Although it is not human, it is not an inanimate object."

The girl said in a daze, "I heard it when I was sleeping recently. It was 'breathing' just like us."

A broken sword, well, maybe a divine sword.

But a divine sword is still a sword, why should it breathe?

That's your imagination.