Chapter 77 | Transmigrated Into a Poor Girl, Armed Myself With Heavy Armor

The battle was about to erupt.

But the one to strike first was neither Rosie nor the attackers emerging from the darkness.

A crossbow bolt shot out from the shadows of the camp, slicing through the night and burying itself in an attacker's chest.

The man let out a miserable shriek, clutching his chest as he collapsed to the ground.

Sitting in the shadows at the edge of the camp, Daisy endured the pain in her chest, gritting her teeth as she drew another bolt and prepared to load it.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Several arrows whistled in, thudding into the ground beside her, their fletchings vibrating slightly.

The enemy archers were blind-firing toward the dark area where she was hiding.

Daisy lay flat on her side, hiding behind Rosie's travel pack.

Stuffed with rations and various supplies, the pack was quite bulky, serving as the perfect cover.

Arrows struck the leather surface of the pack with dull thuds.

On the other side, the lead attackers had already closed in on Rosie.

Through the dim night, she could tell these men were all dressed as hunters.

They wore light leather armor that allowed for easy movement, and some did not even have that.

Their weapons were a hodgepodge of swords, axes, short spears, and hunting bows—all relatively crude armaments.

Their footsteps were disorganized and lacked any coordination. Some rushed forward recklessly, while others lagged behind to shoot arrows.

They seemed even worse than the thugs in the taverns; at least those guys knew how to work together.

Did these people actually think they could swarm her and use their numbers to take down a walking iron can like her?

“You rabble actually dare to attack me...”

Rosie couldn't help but sneer, her voice sounding muffled inside her helmet.

“You are seeking your own deaths!”

Before her voice could even fade, she moved.

A flash of cold light swept through the air. Before the lead attacker could even register her movement, his head flew into the sky. His body maintained its forward momentum, taking another step before collapsing to the ground as hot blood sprayed from his neck onto the damp earth.

In the next second, a whirlwind of steel swept across the field.

The meteoric iron sword carved a deadly arc with Rosie at its center.

The sounds of slicing flesh and shattering bone echoed continuously.

Some had half their shoulders sheared off by the blade; others had their weapon arms severed, or their chests split wide open...

Against the razor-sharp meteoric iron sword, light leather armor was no different from being completely naked.

Screams of agony rose one after another, only to be abruptly cut short.

In just a single exchange, more than half of the attackers were dead or wounded.

One man lay on the ground, his abdomen sliced open, his steaming organs exposed at the edge of the firelight. He hadn't died yet, letting out a horrific wail.

Rosie casually swung her sword, and a flash of light sawed through his neck, sending his head rolling.

“Run! Run!—”

The remaining attackers completely lost their will to fight, turning and scattering in all directions.

Calmly, Rosie drew two daggers and threw them, targeting their legs with pinpoint accuracy.

Swoosh! Swoosh!

Amidst shrill cries, the two slowest, unluckiest bastards fell one after another, clutching their legs and howling on the ground.

The remaining few vanished into the darkness without looking back.

Rosie didn't bother chasing them. Raising her meteoric iron sword, she systematically finished off those who were still clinging to life before sheathing her blade and walking over to the two men howling on the ground.

Without a word, she knocked them out with a punch each. Grabbing them by their collars, she dragged them back to the camp like two dead dogs.

“Is that... it?”

Daisy poked her head out from behind the pack, asking in utter bewilderment.

The battle had ended in the blink of an eye.

“They were just a bunch of small fry. Did you expect me to have a hard-fought battle with them?” Rosie said flatly.

She dumped the two men onto the ground, retrieved a waterskin from her pack, uncorked it, and poured the water over them.

The freezing water instantly jolted them awake.

They snapped their eyes open. Terrified at the sight of the figure standing before them, they immediately began to beg for mercy.

“Mercy! Have mercy, My Lord! We'll never do it again!”

Rosie remained unmoved.

She walked over to one of them and stepped directly on his leg—the one pierced by her dagger—grinding the sole of her iron boot into the wound.

A bloodcurdling shriek pierced the night.

Then, she stepped on the other man's leg, grinding her boot down just as ruthlessly.

She displayed the knightly spirit of fairness and justice to its absolute limits.

Daisy swallowed hard as she watched from the side.

Then, Rosie walked over to Daisy and knelt down.

Before Daisy could even react, Rosie grabbed the shaft of the arrow in her chest. Without warning or hesitation, she pulled. The arrow came free, bringing with it a spray of blood and bits of flesh.

Daisy shrieked in agony, her face turning deathly pale as a cold sweat instantly broke out on her forehead.

“O shining Holy Light! Answer my call and bestow your power upon me!”

“Holy Light!”

A warm golden light descended from above, enveloping Daisy.

The light washed over her wound, and her flesh began to knit and regenerate at a visible pace.

The color slowly returned to Daisy's pale face, and the cold sweat on her forehead dried up.

By the time the golden light faded, she was completely healed.

If the Holy Light from before had only cured her concussion and superficial wounds, this time it had mended even her deep tissues.

This was a truly powerful healing divine magic.

Daisy touched her chest, her eyes filled with disbelief.

Rosie turned and walked back to the two captives.

“You saw that, right? I can heal her, and I can heal you. Now, tell me why you attacked us. But let's make one thing clear: I can only cast this healing spell one more time, which means only one of you will get the chance to be saved.”

“I'll talk! I'll tell you everything!” the one on the left immediately shouted.

“I'll talk! I know more than he does!” the one on the right yelled, refusing to be outdone.

“I'm the one who knows more! He doesn't know anything!” the man on the left panicked.

Rosie turned her head and glanced at Daisy. “Daisy, take this one to the side. I'll question them one by one to see who actually knows more.”

“Ah, right, okay.”

Coming to her senses, Daisy quickly bent down, grabbed one of the men by his arm, and dragged him to a corner.

Rosie squatted in front of the man on the left, staring at him calmly. “What is your name?”

“My name is Nook,” the man muttered, swallowing hard, his voice trembling.

“Very well, Nook. Why did you attack us?”

“We received orders to drive away or kill anyone who enters these ridges,” Nook answered in a low voice.

“Who gave the order?”

“It was Lord Kaluk's order.”

“Who is Kaluk?”

“He is a merchant from the Merchant Coalition.”

“Why would he do that?”

“Lord Kaluk discovered an ancient ruin in these ridges. He didn't want anyone else to find out,” Nook's voice grew lower and lower.

“An ancient ruin? Where?”

“In the valley between the two ridges ahead.”

“Is anyone else involved besides Kaluk?”

Nook hesitated for a moment before whispering, “I overheard some rumors... It seems Count Morris is also involved.”

“Who is Count Morris?” Rosie asked.

“Count Morris is a great lord in the eastern part of the kingdom... You don't know him?” Nook looked at her cautiously.

“I ask, you answer. Keep your mouth shut otherwise,” Rosie's voice grew colder.

“Yes, My Lord,” Nook lowered his head.

“How many people are guarding the ancient ruin?”

“There are about three hundred people. Fifty of them are mercenaries, and the rest are excavators. To avoid drawing attention, Lord Kaluk only sends small groups in secret.”

Rosie understood now.

Kaluk wanted to buy this land because excavating an ancient ruin was certainly no small feat. It required transporting a vast amount of supplies and tools in and out. If he had an official land deed in hand, everything would be much more convenient.

After being rejected, he had smuggled workers in to excavate secretly while trying to kidnap the baron's daughter, Rhine, planning to use her to force the baron to comply.

“Alright, Daisy, bring the other one over,” Rosie said, standing up.

Daisy acknowledged and dragged the second captive back, while moving Nook to the side.

Rosie questioned him again. His answers were indeed largely consistent with Nook's, though they lacked some details, and he knew nothing of Count Morris.

Rosie stood up. Without another word, she drew her dagger and slit his throat.

Watching his companion's end, Nook trembled violently. He couldn't even utter a word to beg for mercy, only keeping his head buried low.

“Daisy, pack up. We are heading back immediately,” Rosie said.

“Miss Rosie, what about him?” Daisy pointed at Nook.

“We'll take him back and let the baron deal with him.”

“My Lord, you said you would heal me!” Nook cried out.

“I did say I would heal you, but I never said when. I'll do it when I'm in a better mood.”

Rosie replied in a flat tone.

Nook's face had barely begun to twist in despair before Rosie knocked him unconscious with a single punch.

The two of them did not delay any further.

Without even eating the rabbit that was nearly roasted, they extinguished the campfire and quickly packed up their bags.

With his hands tied, Nook was thrown onto Carrot's back. The two women hurriedly left the camp under the faint moonlight and light rain.

Two hours later, a fully armed squad arrived at the campsite.

Looking at the throat-slit corpse on the ground and the extinguished campfire, the leading burly man said in a heavy voice, “Damn it. They definitely found out about the master's plan.”