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

Fiddling with the dagger in his hand, standing in front of the dying man sitting on the ground, with a condescending look and a pair of eyes, Elena seemed to be considering where to make a cut on the other person's body.

Gulp!

The boss couldn't help swallowing his saliva. He was frightened by such a handsome child. He really didn't dream of it.

And he had to admit that the other party did have the corresponding strength, especially the golden vertical pupils. If he could survive after this incident, he would definitely have nightmares about these eyes every now and then.

These weird eyes are more terrifying than beasts.

"Ah, I finally know who you are, the boy with silver-white hair, you are the adventurer who is in the limelight recently, right? The one who was promoted to bronze in a short time."

Looking at Elena's conspicuous silver hair, even though it was now stained with blood, the boss finally understood the identity of this boy.

"I didn't expect that a wanted bandit like you would know me. You should have investigated carefully before running to my side to make trouble, otherwise you wouldn't have offended someone you shouldn't have offended like now."

Irina was a little surprised that the other party knew his identity, but it didn't hinder what he was going to do next.

"Do you think it's that simple? We are wanted criminals. It's hard to hide without being discovered. How can we have time to investigate? I just heard other people discussing your affairs again, and you just happened to have such a distinctive appearance, so I just happened to know it."

The boss sneered and said that even if he investigated Irina's identity in advance, he might still have to do this job.

After all, no one could know that an adventurer who had just been promoted to bronze would have such strength.

Besides, the people who ordered them above would not care about these things. They only cared about the so-called treasure of the orphanage.

"Stop talking nonsense. Who sent you here?"

Elena had lost her patience and didn't want to talk too much with the man in front of her. She just wanted to know which bastard was so bad that he wanted to harm Weiwei and the entire orphanage.

"Do you still need my answer? People like you probably already know who would do such a thing, right? Don't tell me you don't remember who you have provoked recently."

Facing Elena's majestic eyes, the boss pretended to be calm.

The other party's vague answer made Elena frown. Although it was very ambiguous, it had proved his thoughts.

There is no doubt that the person who sent this group of robbers to attack the orphanage was the businessman Stanford. After all, this guy was the only one who would target the orphanage.

"I advise you not to go looking for trouble with him. I admit that you are very strong, but there are masters next to that guy."

Looking at Elena's appearance, the boss already understood what the other party wanted to do.

"Huh? A bastard who invaded someone else's house is actually worried about me. Do you think I will believe you?"

Elena raised her eyebrows. She would not give up the idea because of the other party's words, not to mention that the other party was an enemy not long ago.

"Believe it or not, I just want to show my value. I can explain it to you clearly. I just ask you to spare my life. I cherish my life very much."

It seems that because of talking to Elena for a few words, the boss is no longer as nervous as he was at the beginning.

Elena's serious look is indeed scary, but after chatting for a few words, it is not difficult to find that this person is actually easy to get along with.

Otherwise, if it were someone else, I am afraid that he would not even think about chatting and would directly punish him.

"Cherish your life? A shield warrior actually cherishes his life? Even if we don't talk about your profession, your bandit group just wiped out an entire village not long ago. If you are so afraid of death, don't do something that will be targeted."

Elena didn't take the boss's words seriously, and thought he was talking nonsense.

"Boy, what you said is wrong. Who stipulates that shield warriors can't cherish their lives? It's better to say that other professions are not as afraid of death as us turtle shells. If the defense is not high enough and the turtle shell is not hard enough, who has the courage to stand in front of the monster?"

This made the boss very unhappy. Elena's behavior was definitely "occupational discrimination" if it was put outside.

Just like a berserker must be a reckless man, a magician must be weak, and a priest can only be protected by others, it is quite undesirable to only look at professions with stereotypes.

"And do you think I want to do this? I have spent a lot of effort to survive. If I can live a stable life without considering anything, who would want to be a bandit? Who would want toKilling people? Don't think that you orphans are the only ones who have a hard life. I suffered much more when I was a kid than you did. "

The more they talked, the bolder they became. The boss now dared to confront Elena directly.

After all, Elena's appearance was too deceptive, and people would always think that he was a child with little life experience.

"Tell me about the expert next to the merchant."

Ignoring the boss who was acting a lot, Elena raised his eyebrows and asked. Although he was half-believing and half-doubting about the boss's words, he tried to collect as much information as possible.

"You should have seen our wanted poster. Others do call me the boss, but the real leader of our bandit group is someone else."

"The guy with a passerby name like Sam?"

"The way you talk, if my leader heard it, he would definitely chop off your head immediately. Let me tell you, my leader is not an ordinary person. He has the protection of the gods. "

Looking at Elena's fearless appearance, the boss couldn't help but sneer and said.

"God's protection? ”

The unfamiliar term made Elena frown. He was not familiar with the concept, but his intuition told him that it was not simple.

“Haha, it seems that you young people living in the dark era of miracles don’t know much. I will explain it to you mercifully. The guys with the protection of gods are much more powerful than ordinary people. After all, they borrow some of the power of gods...”

The protection of gods, as the name suggests, is the protection given by gods to ordinary people.

The gods feel the power of faith in the bodies of devout believers and give a special protection to give back to the believers.

This kind of protection can enhance the strength of believers, and most importantly, it allows the other party to use part of the power of gods.

You can borrow the power of gods, which sounds quite powerful and scary at first, but in fact, the power that can be borrowed depends on your own strength and physical fitness.

After all, it is impossible for mortals to use real miracles. Even if the gods are willing to accept believers who are too weak, they cannot withstand too strong power.