The rime forest at night was exceptionally cold. Stepping outdoors from the warm room, tiny beads of moisture instantly condensed on the surface of the Dark Scale Bulwark, which then transformed into a layer of crystal-clear, snow-white frost at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Utilizing exotic snake scales as its primary material, it possessed material traits that distinguished it from ordinary metals.
Requiring no exertion of force, a mere gentle shake of the forearm caused the frost condensed on the surface of the arm shield to scatter in a patter, leaving a pristine shield face without the slightest trace of a mark.
A young girl named Sarah walked ahead, swathed in thick layers of clothing to fend off the chill, yet her footsteps appeared remarkably light.
The immense pressure from the half-orc adventurer and the village chief, following the closing of the door behind them, was dispelled into the outdoor freezing cold together with the residual warmth from the fireplace clinging to their skin.
"Thank you for getting me out of that, milord!"
Sarah turned around, a generous and bright smile blooming on her face, and thanked the black-haired adventurer before her with a sincere and earnest tone.
Even though she had not dared to utter a single word back in the room, and her nerves had been stretched too taut by the high pressure exerted by the adventurer—to the extent that her focus had drifted and her body had trembled—
yet now that she had truly left the cabin and her thoughts had returned to her, Sarah still realized that it was this young-looking, stern-faced black-haired adventurer before her who had bailed her out.
He waved a hand at the girl in front of him, signaling her not to dwell on it too much.
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