What kind of girl would travel to another world?

As mentioned before, when the Swordsman King first arrived in the other world, he was taken to the militia camp by a stranger.

A militiaman was very alert when he saw them and immediately approached and asked, "What are you doing?"

The stranger with the Swordsman King said to the alert militiaman, "I am Baird from the Adventurer's Guild. I am bringing a suspected thief to be detained."

After hearing this, the militiaman suddenly remembered and said to Baird, "Oh! I've heard of you. You are the adventurer nicknamed 'Long-haired Baird'. The battalion commander has already instructed us to fully cooperate with you in catching the thieves." After saying that, he looked at the Swordsman King and asked, "Do we need to interrogate this person immediately?" He thought he had to cooperate with the interrogation.

Baird waved his hand and said to the militiaman, "Don't interrogate him yet. There's no rush. Lock him up first. Once his other accomplices are apprehended, we can let them identify each other."

After hearing this, the militiaman asked Baird, "Have you found the thieves' lair?"

Baird smiled and replied to the militiaman, "We're almost there. Even though the desert is so vast, if you look around, you can still find some clues."

The militiaman was very curious and asked Baird, "So, the thieves' lair shouldn't be near our town, right?"

Baird proudly replied to the militiaman, "Of course. If it were nearby, I would have found it long ago!"

After hearing this, the militiaman relaxed a little and breathed a sigh of relief, and said to Baird: "Then I feel relieved. We militiamen are not many in number, and it is really too tiring to always deal with those elusive thieves." After he finished speaking, he shook his head.

After Baird heard this, he thought for a moment and then said to the militiaman, "Could it be that your battalion commander is not in the militia camp because of the bandits again?"

The militiaman replied to Baird, "That's right! It's not just this town. We have several nearby villages that still have people living in them. We're completely short of manpower. Fortunately, the bandits don't have many, or we wouldn't even be able to defend the town." After a pause, he added, "If we knew the bandits' lair, we could rally everyone and capture them. This constant defense not only frightens the residents, but also exhausts us militiamen."

Baird nodded and said to the militiaman, "Okay! I understand. I will help you find the thieves' lair as soon as possible. If there are too many of them, I will come back for your help."

After hearing this, the militiaman said to Baird, "Okay! Then I won't keep you here. I will take this man to the prison right away." The "man" he was referring to was the Swordsman King who had been standing by.

The Swordsman King was imprisoned by the militia, and the man named Baird also left. He looked innocent at this moment, thinking, "It feels like no matter what I say here, it's useless. If I say I'm not from this world, will I be treated as a lunatic? If I behave too suspiciously, will I be arrested and burned to death?" In such an environment, he began to have wild thoughts. After a while, he thought again, "Maybe once the thieves are caught, I can prove my innocence." As soon as he thought of this, he began to hesitate again, thinking, "Or should I find a chance to escape? But after escaping, where can I go?"

After an unknown amount of time, it was already dark. The prison cell was completely dark except for the glow of the bonfire. Outside the cell was the main hall of the militia camp. Pots and grills were set over the bonfire, providing a warm dinner for the soldiers inside.

Meanwhile, the two militiamen on duty in the main hall of the militia camp were also enjoying their dinner. One of them munched on bread and drank warm sweet wine. The other pulled a wooden bowl from the pot, which contained mashed potatoes.

One of the militiamen holding a wine glass said to another militiaman: "Other towns are military camps, and our town is still just a militia camp." After saying that, he slowly took a sip of the sweet wine in the glass.

Another militiaman said to the militiaman holding the wine glass, "It's because our place is too desolate, and there are no other countries beyond. If we are on the border with a neighboring country, we must at least have a border defense camp." After saying that, he scooped the cooked mashed potatoes with a spoon, sprinkled some salt in it and stirred it.

The militiaman holding the wine glass suddenly asked the militiaman eating mashed potatoes, "Do you think that adventurer is really that powerful?" After saying that, he shook the sweet wine in the glass again.

The militiaman eating mashed potatoes answered the militiaman holding a wine glass and said, "That must be incredible. There are ferocious monsters in the desert, and that adventurer can handle it alone. This is enough to show that he is a very powerful adventurer. Think about it, we can't even beat low-level monsters. When we see them, we can only run for our lives." After saying this, he shook his head.

The militiaman holding the wine glass nodded after listening, and then asked the militiaman who was eating mashed potatoes, "Do you think our battalion commander can defeat the monster?" He held the warm wine glass with both hands, waiting for the answer.

The militiaman eating mashed potatoes answered the militiaman holding a wine glass and said, "Our battalion commander is also very powerful. As long as he is here and everyone works together, it should be more than enough to fight a low-level monster. If you encounter multiple low-level monsters at once, you can only run away." After saying that, he shook his head again.

In this way, the two militiamen chatted for a long time in the lobby of the militia camp. Later, they gave the Swordsman King and another prisoner a bowl of mashed potatoes each as a prison meal.

After an unknown amount of time, the bright moon had already passed high in the sky and was setting in the west. The two militiamen guarding the cells in the main hall of the militia camp were yawning and drowsy.

The militiaman who had drunk alcohol said to the militiaman who was eating mashed potatoes, "I can't take it anymore. I'm going to fall asleep if I sit here any longer. I'm going outside to get some fresh air." After saying that, he staggered out the door.

The militiaman who had just finished eating mashed potatoes nodded sleepily to the one leaving, then sat there dozing off again. It wasn't clear how long it took before the dozing militiaman fell completely asleep, snoring loudly. The militiaman who had said he was going out to get some fresh air never returned to the main hall of the militia camp to continue guarding the cells. No one knew where he had gone.

I don’t know how long it took, but the burning bonfire gradually became smaller and smaller, and was about to go out.

As the bonfire died, the entire militia hall was plunged into darkness. The prisoner, who had been silent until then, began to move stealthily. At first, he fiddled with the lock through the gate, but for a long time, there was no response.

The Swordsman King, lying on the ground, watched silently. Although he couldn't see clearly in the darkness, he could still make out the outlines. He watched because he couldn't sleep, and the reason he couldn't sleep was because the militiaman's snoring was so loud that he couldn't fall asleep at all.

The unknown prisoner continued to fiddle with the door lock. The Swordsman King couldn't understand why and thought to himself, "How can the door lock be opened with just hands?" Just as he was thinking this, he could vaguely see the unknown prisoner trying to pry the door lock with his fingernails.

The Swordsman King was stunned and thought, "Is there such a thing? That's impossible. My nails are so brittle, how can I possibly pry open the door lock?" Although he was very surprised at the moment, he continued to pretend to be asleep without making any expression.

After an unknown amount of time, the prisoner actually managed to pry the door open. The Swordsman King was stunned, thinking, "This other world is truly magical! Is there really someone who can pick locks with their fingernails? If I could learn this, wouldn't I be rich?" But then he thought, "No way. What if I get caught again? Why would I say 'again'? I haven't even left yet, how could I get caught again? And I wasn't caught stealing, I was wrongly accused. I'm a good person!"

Just as the Swordsman King was daydreaming, the prisoner who had pried open the door tiptoed towards the cell where he was held.

The prisoner came up to the Sword King and called to him in a low voice, "Brother! Brother!"

The Swordsman King pretended to have just woken up from his sleep, only to see the prisoner ask him, "Brother! Were you also caught by accident?" He thought that the Swordsman King was his accomplice and was caught like himself.

The Swordsman King's mind was spinning rapidly. He answered the prisoner, "I'm new here." This sentence was ambiguous. It said that he had just arrived in this different world, but also made the other party think that he had just joined the thieves' gang.

The prisoner said to the Swordsman King, "No wonder you look unfamiliar. It turns out you are new here. I will rescue you right away. Please wait a moment." After saying that, he directly pried open the lock of the door where the Swordsman King was imprisoned.

The Swordsman King regained his freedom. He quickly walked out of the prison and expressed his gratitude repeatedly.

The Swordsman King said to the prisoner, "Thank you very much! What's your code name?" He had watched some movies, TV shows and read novels, and guessed that thieves usually have code names, so he asked.

The prisoner answered the Sword King, "Codename? Oh! Black Claw! What about you?"

The Swordsman King immediately said to Black Claw, "Swift Wind!" He wasn't a thief, so of course he didn't have a code name. He couldn't think of a code name for a while, and fearing that thinking too long would arouse the other party's suspicion, he just said his name directly.

The prisoner codenamed "Black Claw" said to the Swordsman King, "Let's leave before dawn!" Then he tiptoed to the militia camp hall and quietly opened the door. The Swordsman King followed closely behind, also tiptoeing.

When the door to the militia camp hall was opened, they suddenly saw a man lying on the ground at the door. The Swordsman King thought to himself, "It turns out that another militiaman guarding the prison fell asleep outside the door. It seems that he drank too much."

The two of them didn't dare wake the militiaman, and they continued to tiptoe out. Fortunately, there were no other militiamen guarding the camp, only the two militiamen guarding the prison. Then, they took advantage of the cover of night and left the town smoothly.

Under the moonlight, the Swordsman King followed a prisoner codenamed "Black Claw" on his escape. They had already reached the desert, and their pace gradually slowed down.

Black Claw said to the Swordsman King, "Okay, you don't have to run anymore, just walk faster. We will be there before dawn." After he said that, although he didn't run anymore, he was still walking quite fast.

The Swordsman King asked Black Claw, "Is there any trick to prying open the door lock? Can you teach me?" He was still very curious about how Black Claw pried open the door lock with his fingernails, and he had to ask clearly before he would give up.

Black Claw explained to the Swordsman King, "Actually, it's not a technical job. Unlike those thieves who are very good at picking locks, I use the weapons I am proficient in to destroy the internal structure of the lock, and the lock opens naturally."

The Swordsman King thought for a moment and thought to himself, "He's right. I saw him picking the lock just now, and he was indeed quite slow. Wait, weapons? No wonder his code name is 'Black Claw', it turns out his specialty is his nails. Oh my God, at what kind of nail salon did he get his nails done that they can actually be used as weapons." He was completely delusional.

Black Claw then began explaining the lock's internal structure and how to break it. The Swordsman King nodded repeatedly as he listened. He thought to himself, "I need to practice this. Even if I don't steal anything, I might be able to save my life in this strange world."