768 Searching for Water

"But chief!" Joseph reacted almost immediately. "The Kingcross's Sword is a holy sword handed down to us by our forefathers. How can we simply gift it to an outsider?"

"Desperate times call for desperate measures! This draught is getting worse with each passing day, do you wish to see our villagers die of thirst?" Hushma spoke with such anger that his whiskers shook. He then calmed himself down and said in a softer tone, "And besides, the holy sword is incomplete. Holding on to only a piece of it is of no use to us!"

"A wise decision, chief!" Joseph instantly buttered up to Hushma instead.

Zhang Yang who watched the conversation taking place in front of him was speechless. If this was an anime, he would have streaks of black lines going down his head.

Hushma then turned and faced Zhang Yang. "So, how about it, stranger? If you bring us enough water to survive this draught, I'll give you the Kingcross Holy Sword that our village has kept for generations!"