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

Chapter 864

There are much fewer monsters in the castle than expected. Basically, you can only encounter scattered black mud humanoids after walking for a while.

However, compared with the outside, the strength of the black mud monsters here is quite high. Basically, each one is a black mud knight wearing armor, fully armed and skilled, and can be said to be a very difficult opponent.

However, compared with the black mud knight encountered for the first time, these new enemies are obviously not as strong as the black mud knight encountered for the first time. The knight is special as expected.

Maybe it was because of seeing the scene of Elena fighting with the black mud knight before that made her feel a little itchy, and Serita also took the initiative to duel with a black mud knight.

Under the protection of Elena, she fought fiercely with the black mud knight, and she used all her means to fight the opponent.

It’s a pity that the opponent is an immortal monster. No matter how fiercely the sword touches, the collision of the souls between the swordsmen cannot be reflected.

Only form but no soul, this is Serita's evaluation of these black mud knights. Although she won every time with great difficulty and even had no way to completely solve these black mud knights, she held a contemptuous attitude towards the swords in the hands of these knights.

"What is this, the spirit of a swordsman? I always feel that you swordsmen are a bit troublesome."

Looking at Serita who kept complaining, Elena couldn't help but complain, soul or not, he didn't understand what Serita was talking about, just felt a little inexplicable.

"Huh? Elena, can't you feel it? The competition between swordsmen is a collision between souls. As the saying goes, a sword can reflect a person's character, and the souls of these monsters are bound, and they can't feel the souls in them at all, just like a piece of wood without a soul that can't resonate with people at all."

Selita showed an incredible expression, it seemed difficult to accept that Elena couldn't feel these things, obviously everyone had been holding the sword for so long.

"I don't understand what you said at all. Isn't a sword just a weapon? Even if you say that something used to hurt others has a soul, it feels a bit subtle, right?"

Elena raised his eyebrows and pulled out the giant sword behind him. I don't know if it's because he started swordsmanship halfway, he really has no feelings for his sword.

"That's what you said, but isn't the use of a weapon determined by the user's heart? A sword can hurt others and protect others. You should understand this truth, right?"

Selita was a little dissatisfied. She always regarded Elena as a confidant, and she also felt that the other party's ability to become so powerful must be related to that noble soul.

"Fili, you also talk about Elena. As a swordsman, you should understand my feelings, right?"

Seeing Elena tilted her head with a puzzled look, Selita could only seek the approval of Fili beside her.

"I can understand, but this kind of thing actually depends on the individual, and everyone has different ideas."

Fili said with a wry smile, her ideas were more rational, people like Elena do exist, and there are even quite a few in this world.

Fili personally has a lot of feelings for her sword, after all, she has been with the sword since she was a child, and she has always relied on her sword to grow up to where she is now.

In the eyes of outsiders, Fili's sword is an indomitable sword. No matter how much suffering and torture she faces, she will always pick up the sword and hold her head high to face it.

"If that's the case, then you can tell me what my sword looks like?"

Elena was a little speechless, and didn't understand why Serita was so entangled in this matter.

Weapons are enough to kill enemies. He is not one of those nobles who likes to be proud and likes to be equipped with those gorgeous and expensive weapons. He knows clearly whether the sword is swinging or not, but he has to praise his sword.

"Irina, your sword is very confident and gentle. It always stands in front of people no matter what kind of difficulties they face. I like your sword very much. However... Irina, your sword does have a casual atmosphere. The sword reflects your personality, but it doesn't seem to have a deep connection with you."

Selita suddenly said excitedly, as if she had wanted to say these words a long time ago.

But after thinking about it carefully, it seems that it doesn't matter to Irina whether it is a sword or not. He is a person of this quality.

Rather than saying that the sword brings something to Irina, it is better to say that his gun shapes him as a person.

If you think about it carefully, Irina is indeed hard to be considered a swordsman. He holds the professional certificate of a priest and does what archers and magicians do. Sometimes he even charges into battle instead of warriors.

His soulIt is reflected in all aspects.

If you have to say, Elena is the type who will not use anything if he is powerless. As long as he can achieve his goal, he is willing to try anything, even if it may not be suitable for him.

"What is your attitude towards your gun, Elena? I remember that you take good care of your strange weapons every day, right? You still have feelings for them, right?"

Selita, who was getting more and more unconvinced, suddenly said that since the sword could not resonate with Elena, he wanted to see what Elena's attitude towards firearms was.

"Gun? What kind of feelings can there be? It's just a tool to kill the enemy."

When it comes to the gun, Elena subconsciously pulled out the magic fire gun at his waist, put it in his hand and gently stroked it, and the action was much gentler than when he drew the sword.

Selita felt a little angry in his heart when he squinted his eyes to see this scene, and stretched out his hand directly to Elena.

"Since you don't care much, lend it to me to play with."

Selita said confidently, but Elena seemed very resistant to this. She subconsciously took the gun back and looked reluctant to lend it to Selita.

"No, you will break it. Do you know how much money and effort it takes to make a weapon like this? If you want to play with it, go to Fili or Danif to borrow it. Their weapons are made by dwarf craftsmen, which are much better than the craftsmanship of a rough man like me."

"What you say is completely different from what you do? Aren't you dying of love? Damn Elena, the more you say this, the more I want to play with it. Lend it to me to play with it~"

Selita said like a spoiled child. Elena would definitely not eat the hard one, but the soft one was obviously unbearable.

Selita leaned directly on Elena, holding Elena's arms with both hands, and their bodies were directly pressed together.

"Hey, if you want to play, you have to wait until this is over. Don't you see where this is?"

Elena said with a red face. Obviously, he was not as calm as his tone. Facing Serita's coquettish offensive, he was indeed a little overwhelmed.