I Am a Hero in a World Where Chastity is Reversed

Mir wanted to explain a bit more, hoping to get the other party's understanding. It would be better if the other party didn't say anything.

Without Mir explaining it clearly, the elf boy immediately showed an understanding expression.Just when Mir heaved a sigh of relief and felt that things were turning around, the words of the elf boy pierced his heart like a sharp blade.

"I understand..." The elf boy nodded, "A human boy like you who is about 13 years old is at the age of excess self-awareness, it is inevitable that there will be something like 'I am different from others', 'It is not me who is wrong, It's normal to think that it's the world' and so on, and I won't laugh at you."

"Pfft!" Mir was almost hurt by anger, you are definitely saying that I am short in disguise!You must be saying that I am short!

The elf boy didn't seem to notice Mir's appearance. Instead, he dragged his chin with the index finger and thumb of his right hand and stared at the holy sword in Mir's hand for a while: "You should be the holy sword used by the brave, right?"

Mir stepped back two steps, held the hilt of the holy sword in his right hand, and looked at the elf youth in front of him vigilantly: "How did you know?"

"Isn't there a hero before? I have seen..."

"Have you seen the hero who took office?"

The elf boy shook his head: "No... but I have seen the holy sword."

"?" Mir didn't understand a little. What does it mean to have never seen the hero who took office, but also saw the holy sword. Could it be that the hero who took office lost the holy sword?

"Don't care about so many details..." The elf boy waved his hand, "You should have been practicing how to use the holy sword just now, right?"

You know what else to say about middle school sickness!Are you kidding me on purpose? ... Of course Mir can't say that. He listened to the narrator to tell so many stories. Generally, mysterious people who appear in this situation, especially elves and the like, first say that they have seen the holy sword, and then ask themselves if they are Practicing the holy sword, definitely...

"Do you know the correct spell to use the holy sword?" Mir asked expectantly.

"do not know……"

"Really..." Mill lowered his head in disappointment, and sure enough, there was still a gap between reality and the story.

The elf boy looked at Mir in surprise, "Is there any other spell for the holy sword?"

"Isn't it?" Mir asked rhetorically, "Isn't it usually the hero who chanted some kind of spell and then released the power of the holy sword to save the world?"

"The brave are all magicians..." The elf boy pointed his right index finger to the holy sword, "If I guessed correctly, the structure of your holy sword should be completely opposite to the holy sword of the previous hero. The holy sword you took office is Absorbing magic power to strengthen the host's life force, and yours should be absorbing life force to strengthen the host's magic power, right?"

Mir couldn't help but look at the elf boy more seriously. If there is no explanation from the narrator at this stage, even his holy sword master does not know that using the holy sword will consume life force.

"Looking at your appearance, you should only passively let the holy sword absorb vitality, and have never actively sent vitality to the holy sword, right?"

"It's really not." Mir replied. After knowing that the holy sword can absorb life force, most people probably won't take it again, and how can they take the initiative to transmit life force.

"You can try it, maybe there will be some unexpected effects."

In Mill's eyes, the elf boy looked like the witch who tempted Snow White to eat the apple in the next story, but he didn't understand why the stepmother in the story was jealous of the stepdaughter's beauty. If the stepfather was jealous of the stepson too much If handsome, he can understand a little.

Mir's thoughts unknowingly strayed, and it was not until he felt the doubtful gaze of the elf youth again that Mir came back to his senses.

Although Mir thinks that the elf boy may be a little malicious, he has no other way now. Instead of saying all the lines of the second period in front of the elf boy, he might as well try his method. No less was absorbed the vitality of the holy sword.

Mir clenched the holy sword in his hand and tried to inject the so-called life force into the holy sword, but after trying for a long time, there was no response from the holy sword. Then he remembered that he only knew magic power, and he had never touched life force or anything. With an embarrassed look on his face, he asked, "Do you know how to inject vitality?"

The elf boy really did not expect that Mir would not know how to use his life force, but he was relieved when he thought that Mir was a human and not an elf.

"When you usually use magic, don't you still feel the other two weak energies? The warmer one is the vitality, you just need to inject it into the holy sword."

"Actually..." Mir scratched his head embarrassedly, "Because my talent is too poor, it's not easy for me to feel the magic, and I can't tell the difference at all..."

"..." The elf youth is truly speechless, why did you become a hero, is it a middle-aged disease?

The elf boy sighed, took out a knife and slashed towards Mir's arm.

Because Mir was holding the holy sword and his physical fitness was still in hero mode, he subconsciously avoided the knife of the elf boy.

"What do you want to do!?" Mill asked.

"Let you feel the vitality!" The elf boy explained: "The loss of blood can make you feel the vitality intuitively. This is the fastest and easiest way!"

Mill looked suspiciously at an elf boy, but now he was even more suspicious, "I'll do it myself."

"Okay..." The elf boy didn't care about Mir's attitude, and handed the knife in his hand to Mir's.

Mir took the knife and gestured a few times on his left arm. After hesitating for a long time, he finally made up his mind when he gritted his teeth, and gently cut a tiny wound on his left arm.

Then, before a few drops of blood flowed out of the wound, it was completely cured by Mir's own powerful constitution.

"..."

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Section 87 ASI.038 Conspiracy First Appears

[Mir was still too naive, he never thought that the elf youth would apply poison on the knife. 】

I hope that next time you encounter this kind of thing, you can say it in advance... Mir thought to himself.

If the elf boy really put poison on the knife, he should be a corpse by now.

[Because the elf youth did not apply poison, the narrator did not remind him. 】

Then you are a ghost now!

[The narration just hopes to increase Mir's life experience and avoid such mistakes when he encounters similar things in the future. 】

Thank you so much for that!

Mill interacted intimately with the narrator again without anyone knowing.

The elf boy looked at Mir with interest, "Your physique is really suitable for this holy sword..."

Mir held the knife and gestured for a while, and finally he understood that he didn't have the determination to be cruel to himself. At this time, when he heard the words of the elf boy, he moved the knife and returned the knife to the elf boy. "You still come."

The elf boy took his knife back, and without hesitation, he stabbed Mir's left arm with one stroke.

"Ah!" Mir yelled out immediately.

The elf boy didn't care how loud Mir screamed, and immediately pulled out the knife again.

"Ah!" Mill cried out in pain again.

"Stop screaming." The elf boy looked at Mir with disdain, he had never seen such a shameful warrior, "Hurry up and feel the vitality, and then inject the vitality into the holy sword..."

Mir heard the words and concentrated on feeling the so-called vitality of the elf youth, but he couldn't feel anything but pain.

The wound on the left arm that was stabbed by the knife recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye. After a while, the wound was completely healed, and there was no trace of being stabbed by the knife at all.

"Tsk tsk..." The elf boy was amazed when he saw this situation. It was the first time he saw someone whose magical physique would be so special. Depending on the situation, if he couldn't kill Mir in one hit, or completely consumed Mir's Vitality, it is still very difficult to kill Mir.

"How? Have you successfully felt the vitality?" the elf youth asked. Mir's physique is so special, the vitality must be very strong, and it must be very easy to feel.

Mir shook his head, "I didn't feel anything but pain..."

"..." Take back the foreword, you are the most humiliating and least talented warrior I have ever seen.

The elf boy held a knife and looked at Mir eager to try. He was planning to slash a knife somewhere on Mir's body.

"Wait a minute!" Mir raised his hands to stop: "I know how bad my own talent is, and I don't think there will be any progress even if I continue to stab, so... Is there any other simple and effective method? ?"

"Yes, yes, but ordinary people can't use it, but your words..." The elf youth glanced at Mir, "Are you sure you want to use it?"

"What method?" Mir asked eagerly. If there is a method that he can use, he will find a way to try it again.

"Drip your blood directly onto the holy sword, although it will be a bit wasteful, but it should be able to successfully stimulate the power of the holy sword," said the elf youth.

This method is really impossible for ordinary people. First, there is no special physique like Mir, and the vitality contained in the blood is not enough to stimulate the power of the holy sword; the second is that ordinary people really can't be like Mir after being injured. So fast, it can't be used again after a few uses.

This is how people are. After experiencing a knife cut by himself and a knife by an elf boy, Mir seems to be used to it. This time, he didn't hesitate for long. He took the holy sword and gently cut it on his left arm. a small wound.

A few drops of blood flowed out from the wound and dripped onto the holy sword, but then the holy sword did not emit a dazzling light as expected, or there was a gust of wind around the holy sword, and the holy sword was still as it was. , without the slightest change, but Mir could clearly feel that the holy sword gave birth to an invisible wind blade under his control.

Wind Blade's power Mill has personally experienced it. If he can master this skill, it will not be a big problem to defeat the Demon King.

[The power of the magic sword Pandora's wind blade depends on the vitality injected. The more vitality, the more powerful the wind blade can be. In terms of Mir's current vitality, even if he takes his own life into it, he can't release a comparison. The wind blade during the trial, let alone defeating the Demon King. 】

Can't you just pour cold water? ... Mir was very happy, and his strength has risen to a new level, and he can better protect everyone, but the narrator wants to come out to make trouble.

"Well..." The elf youth looked around the holy sword and thought: "There is a... wind blade?"

Mir nodded, believing the elf boy's speculation.

It seems that the wind blade is not transparent to everyone... Mir can be regarded as understanding the characteristics of the wind blade from another aspect.

"How's the power?" The elf youth looked curious.

Mir also wanted to know the power of the skill he had just obtained, so he controlled the wind blade to fly towards the sturdy tree for a moment. As a result, he was not blocked at all, and the wind blade opened a hole in the middle of the tree trunk and passed through.

Mir nodded in satisfaction. He was already a salted fish not long ago, how could he have such strength in such a short time, he was already very satisfied.

Mir chatted with the elf boy for a while, and after feeling that his stomach was not so strong, he planned to say goodbye to the elf boy and went back to sleep.

"Hewlett, goodbye!" Mill used the name he just learned to bid farewell to Hewlett, the elf boy.

Hewlett also smiled and waved goodbye to Mir, and didn't put his hand down until Mir disappeared from his sight.

"Is it appropriate for you to blatantly help the brave in front of us?" A male dark elf came out from behind the tree pierced by the wind blade. If Mir was there, he would definitely recognize him as Saxton.

Hewlett was not frightened by Saxton, and said indifferently: "At that time, we may still need the help of the brave, and the stronger his strength, the greater the help to us."

"But can this kind of strength really help?" The same tree, a female dark elf also walked out from behind the tree, and the wind blade just now could be blocked by one hand for Quentina.

"What he needs is growth. I have a hunch that he will definitely help..." Hewlett put his hand on the tree that was penetrated by the wind blade. With the emergence of the emerald green light, the hole in the tree gradually recovered. Closed, and soon the big tree returned to its original state, as if it had never been penetrated by the wind blade hole.

ps: It should be clear from seeing this that Hewlett helped Mill with a purpose.

ps2: If you notice the interlude (1), you should probably be able to guess the identity of the female dark elf.

Section 88 ASI.039 Juliana's visit

Mill returned to the hotel room after practice. Shirley hadn't slept yet, but sat on the bed and waited for him to come back.

"Sister, I'm back."

"Welcome back, Mir."

Mir changed his clothes and lay back on the bed, the holy sword was still placed between the two of them.

"elder sister……"

Mir wanted to tell Shirley that he had mastered the true power of the Holy Sword, but he didn't know how to say it. Could he tell the truth?

Sister, I found that as long as I feed my blood to the holy sword, I can unleash the true power of the holy sword!