I, a mercenary, became a beautiful silver-haired boy

Chapter 628

As soon as this was said, someone immediately broke out in a cold sweat on his forehead.

Calling a mortal an angel is nothing in other places, it is just a simple high praise.

But this is outside the church, walking on the street you can see the clergy praying, calling a "pagan" a noble angel in front of these people, you can see if they will get angry with you.

Everyone looked at each other and tacitly stopped at this title. Fortunately, there are usually no clergy patronizing here, so there is no need to worry about being heard by these people for the time being.

However, the topic of the healer in Nancheng District has never stopped. Everyone seems to like this healer who generously treats people without payment.

People who have seen him say that he is a very beautiful person, with long silver hair and gentle manners. No matter who he is, he looks amiable and gives the most meticulous treatment without any disdain.

When everyone was at their lowest and almost collapsed, he stood up to encourage everyone and ignited hope for the depressed people. He is simply the savior of everyone.

It can only be said that these people have deified this silver-haired angel, Irena, too much. Obviously, there are still people who have seen the situation on the scene. The act of slapping someone in the face does not seem to be encouraging no matter how you look at it.

A bard who heard these stories at the scene was immediately inspired to create a ballad and played it in front of everyone.

Some people even have a talent for painting. They huddled together with a group of people and painted according to the descriptions of others. Soon, a dignified and beautiful lady appeared in the painting.

The painting is a beautiful woman who looks full of maternal love, with a gentle expression, silver-white hair, and a plump figure that is even more attractive.

It can be said that she is the most ideal woman in the hearts of these men. Just looking at this portrait, some people will not be able to sleep tonight.

Selita, who was somewhat of a social phobia, also came over curiously. Looking at the strange portrait on the scroll, she couldn't help but say immediately

"No, no, Elena doesn't look like this at all. His expression is more fierce, and he doesn't like to look at people straight in the eye, especially the two pieces of meat on his chest. Elena is flat and a man, there is no such thing!"

Selita began his sharp comments after saying that Elena would definitely be angry.

"Little girl, what you said is wrong. Such a gentle and kind person is also so beautiful, how could he be a boy?"

Other people were unhappy when they heard it. The silver-haired angel made people think of beautiful women when they heard it. With the appearance described by others, how could he be a man? How could a man have such long hair?

"How could it not be? I know him, and no one knows Elena better than me!"

Selita had a fierce argument with these people. She even snatched the scroll from the painter's hand and drew a new one in front of them.

As the daughter of the Duke, she had studied painting and actually drew a portrait of Elena.

Her appearance was similar to what everyone had guessed, but her eyes were more clever and she looked very sassy, ​​giving people a very reliable feeling.

"That's not right. She doesn't look like my mother. Little girl, don't joke with us!"

It was difficult for others to agree with this portrait. Although it looked pretty and cute, it just couldn't carry the dreams of men.

Elena and the others looked at this scene speechlessly. It was a pity that Serita had the leisure to argue with these men who were obsessed with sex.

However, they were relieved when they heard about the situation in Brooks City. To be honest, everyone was actually very worried about Elena's situation from the time they left home until now.

Although they knew that Elena was very strong now and it was not easy for her to face the demons alone, no one could tell about accidents.

Now everything is better than nothing, but Elena seems to be more and more famous outside, and it seems to be getting weirder and weirder.

Weiwei also had a bitter smile on her face. No matter how you look at it, this kind of reputation should belong to her, the saint. If you really want to say it, the ideal personality of the others is actually very similar to Weiwei.

But unfortunately, Weiwei has no intention of becoming famous. She prefers to be low-key. As a saint, she also needs to hide her identity and has no chance of becoming famous.

After eating and drinking, everyone began to look for a place to rest. Serita looked reluctant and looked like she wanted to argue with these people. They argued so hard that their faces turned red and they couldn't stop.

In the end, Michelle couldn't stand it anymore and dragged her away, and confiscated the scroll, so that this strange portrait would not be spread to strange people.place, bringing some strange rumors to Elena.

At first, these men were not happy, because this was the material for their dreams tonight. It was not until Michelle threw a gold coin that they watched everyone leave with a smile.

They found a reliable hotel to rest. After chatting for a while, they dispersed. The leisurely days were only these two days.

When the trial begins, it may not be so leisurely. All kinds of things need to be dealt with, and there may be accidents.

Elena was in her room, sitting on the bed and taking off her armor.

She was not used to wearing these heavy and difficult things, but it was still reassuring to have some protective gear when going out.

Looking at these armors, Elena's mind appeared with the appearance of Elena. She had to admit that she missed her captain a little. At least when the other party was there, she didn't have to deal with so many trivial matters.

For example, preparing the carriage to confirm the itinerary, finding a place to stay after coming here, all kinds of troublesome things are usually done by either Kodorev or Elena, and at the very least, Elena will arrange it.

Now that everything has fallen on her head, Elena can't help feeling a little tired. She really can't get used to this kind of thing.

But once she becomes a hero, she has to default to being a leader. Even if she is not used to it now, she must get used to it in the future. The responsibilities that a hero needs to bear are quite a lot.

Thinking of this, Elena felt inexplicably tired, her eyelids couldn't help fighting, rubbing her sore legs and hands, and she lay directly on the bed.

Glancing at the empty bed next to her, Elena began to miss Elena a little. The feeling of falling asleep with a soft body in her arms was really addictive.

Consciousness was fading away, and just when she was about to fall asleep, a cold gaze shot out of the window.

Even Elena, who was favored by the cold, felt uncomfortable all over by this cold gaze, and she also felt deep hostility and even murderous intent. It was obvious that the other party was not easy to come by.