Girl Hero: Revenge on Goblins!
Chapter 87: D31. A Pilgrimage Not Alone

Chapter 87: D31. A Pilgrimage Not Alone

Following the bustling crowd, the Hero and the Little Girl walked hand in hand, merrily treading towards the final destination: the Warrior Guild.

People bustled in the streets, with several Guards dispersed around to advance together while also preventing the throng from bumping into the two young ladies.

"Sister, we’ve already visited everywhere else, if the Warrior Guild also turns out to be so-so..."

The Little Girl reminisced about all the events of the past two days.

"Um, I guess I would still choose the Church side." Hearing what the Little Girl intended to say, the Hero nodded.

"Even though that Bishop is a bit odd, on the whole, joining the Church might not be such a bad thing."

"That Bishop is more than a bit odd... If it weren’t for the Church’s actual capabilities, and you being a Hero, I would actually recommend the Thief Guild."

The Little Girl didn’t deny it, but seemed somewhat conflicted.

"Throwing items is clearly not a bad combat method, right?"

"Can’t help it, after all, my Innate Profession isn’t really compatible with Thief." The Hero said with a light chuckle.

"And besides, I will consider the method you mentioned. Didn’t the Thief Mentor say that, even without Reincarnating as a Thief, we can still use Magic Scrolls to kill Goblins?"

"Oh, right."

The Little Girl had a sudden realization, and her expression brightened.

"Say, why are there so many people walking this way?" The Little Girl looked up, feeling as if the sky was blocked by the surrounding crowd.

Under the pressure of the surrounding crowd, the Guards had to move closer together, and the Hero also tightened her grip on the Little Girl’s hand, to prevent separation.

"It seems lively over there, are they preparing for a festival like the Shooter Guild?"

As the two approached the lakeside Warrior Guild, from a distance, the Hero heard the resounding noise of the crowd.

It seemed that the townspeople gathered to join the excitement, with the atmosphere very heated.

"Are they also making preparations for the Fisher Festival?"

The Little Girl curiously stood on tiptoe, but of course, she couldn’t see anything.

"Let’s get closer and have a look."

Seeing no danger, the Hero led the Little Girl closer.

[Critical Success!]

[What happened?]

1. The Warrior Guild is challenging the Lake Holy Sword♛

2. Open-air auction: Don’t miss out as you pass by! (Treasure)

3. White-robed Mage is conversing with the Adventurer Guild Master (Goblin)

4. Oh, is that Xiao Qing?

5.1

6.2

7.3

8. Randomly selecting a lucky townsperson to impart Taboo Knowledge (?)

9. The old man who sprained his waist and can’t attend the big Fishing contest

10. Critical Success/Extreme Failure

D10=d10(5)=5

→☆→☆→☆→✧←★←★←★←

The two had just approached when hisses erupted from the crowd.

"Kid from the Thief Guild, I advise you to go back to guarding doors, look at that physique of yours, still daring to pull out the Holy Sword! Hahaha!"

A Warrior, twice as tall as the Hero, burst into a brawny laugh.

"Thieves can use swords too!" retorted a slim Thief, his face flushed, dressed in Leather Armor.

"But last year, you couldn’t budge it at all," the Warrior mocked.

"That’s hilarious, as if you could move it last year; what, were all those muscles for show?" The Thief immediately countered with ridicule.

This time, it was the Warrior’s turn to blush as laughter once again filled the audience.

"Alright, take your places and line up, one by one!"

A familiar voice caused the Hero and the Little Girl to look up in surprise, to find that the formal Church-robed Bishop was on a high platform, loudly hosting the event.

"I know challenging the Lake Sword before the evening festival is a tradition in this town, but if you don’t proceed in order, no matter how long it takes, the challenge won’t be completed!"

Next to the Bishop, the Adventurer Guild Master’s voice boomed like thunder.

"All Non-combatant Professionals, head to the spectator seats, those who are confident in their strength, come sign up!" He extended his hand in a certain direction.

The Hero followed his hand gesture, looking to the center of the crowd,

It was the unremarkable Rusty Sword stuck on the rocks beside the lake.

"The Holy Sword sheltering this lakeside town, preventing this vast lake from becoming the territory of Magic Creatures—let us issue a new challenge for the year, to see which Hero will be recognized!"

Cheers erupted from the crowd, as the townspeople and famous guests responded with enthusiasm to the start of this event.

"Hehe, quite lively indeed."

The laugh of the White-robed Mage resonated behind the Hero, who turned back in surprise. Seeing the astonished girl, he winked in response.

"Why not give it a try, this is a rare opportunity."

"Me, really?" The Hero responded with a hint of surprise.

She was not one given to empty self-confidence; she had some measure of her own Strength.

"Instead of me, the White-robed Grandpa seems more suitable." She said jokingly.

The Little Girl by her side realized this was the protagonist of the story the Hero had told her the previous night, so she looked up at the tall old man with shining eyes.

Despite his aged appearance, the Hero knew the White-robed Mage who could single-handedly defeat a Flame Demon and shatter a bridge with his Staff was no feeble old man.

"Haha, I am long past the age for drawing attention to myself, it’s about time to let the young ones take the stage." The White-robed Mage spoke cheerfully.

"Moreover, this Holy Sword cannot be pulled out by strength alone, once you hold it, you will understand."

He winked at the Little Girl too and said:

"You want to see her participate too, right?"

"Yes!" The Little Girl’s eyes sparkled as she nodded eagerly.