The Onion Knight: I Don't Do Emotional Counseling

Three days after the Meteor Shower limited-time event ended, adventurers quickly returned to their normal daily routines.

The explorations continued, the invasions continued, but Sulyvahn's phantom was still holding back the exploration progress.

"Instructor, has the batch of Sien weapons we acquired not been delivered yet?"

"Be patient. It should have been delivered yesterday, but you know about the incident a while ago. The group of adventurers who were supposed to collect weapons all went to catch monsters and deal with invasions. They just resumed work today, so it will take at least next week to collect the quantity we need."

At the Light Eagle Legion's base, an instructor in charge of training new recruits spoke to a mercenary.

"Sigh, but I can't wait to try out more Weapon Skill," the mercenary sighed, "It's rare to have the chance to use Weapon Skill without getting hurt."

Weapon Skill are an extension of Warrior's martial arts. When a Warrior's martial arts are trained to a certain level, they may develop their own Weapon Skill. Compared to simple movements, Weapon Skill often have special effects comparable to "magic".

Take Jia Paer as an example. His self-created Weapon Skill called "Flowing Water Slash" allows the blade to release flowing water to cover the enemy's weak points for attack. However, if you remove the special effects, the action is just a simple diagonal slash from bottom to top. This move is widely used among swordsmen today. Skilled players can abandon the diagonal slash and trigger the effect of Flowing Water Slash with any slash.

The creation of Weapon Skill is quite mysterious. Not only must one's martial arts skills be trained to a certain level, but one must also incorporate one's own unique insights. The Flowing Water Slash was something that Jia Paer came to understand while taking a bath.

The transmission of Weapon Skill is also mysterious. A more direct approach is to have someone who knows how to use the Weapon Skill directly impart their insights to the learner. A more common approach is to record the corresponding movements of the Weapon Skill, the inner feelings when trying to trigger special effects, and so on. Then the learner can practice, and when they understand it, they can be considered to have Weapon Skill.

This results in many complex Weapon Skill being usable only by the creator, and others being unable to learn them no matter how hard they try.

The Light Eagle Legion uses the most efficient direct transmission method. Weapon Skill instructors use magic to instill the user's inner insights and experience into the learner, accelerating their mastery of Weapon Skill.

However, only lower-level Weapon Skill can be transmitted in batches. Higher-level Weapon Skill cannot be used by learners without talent, even if they are transmitted.

However, this can lead to frequent problems for learners when using Weapon Skill.

Brain: I've learned it!

Body: No, you won't!

The experience instilled in a learner's brain allows them to directly use Weapon Skill, but the body is not adapted to this situation. Forcing the use of these skills can only result in fractures, cracks, or even endanger life.

Mercenaries have long suffered from this defect, and many have been injured or crippled during training.

Then one day, people discovered the weapons that Senn possessed built-in Weapon Skill.

As long as the user meets the level requirements of those weapons for attributes such as strength and agility, they can use the Weapon Skill attached to the weapons.

Normal Weapon Skill are human-centered and actively used by the user. However, Sain's Weapon Skill are weapon-centered. The moment the Weapon Skill is activated, the user's body is as if it has been taken over, and the user can only regain control of the body after the Weapon Skill is used.

People may not be used to it at first, but they will find that this method will not cause any damage to the body. The various parts of the body being managed perfectly meet the requirements of the Weapon Skill, and the standards are extremely high. If there are any defects in the body, the Weapon Skill will even be changed accordingly.

This is a magical effect unique to Sion's Weapon Skill weapons, which people believe to be the effect of some unknown magic.

Therefore, people have taken advantage of this characteristic and used Sain's Weapon Skill and weapons as training tools to help learners become familiar with combat movements, and the results have proven to be quite good.

"You can't train without Sain's weapon?" The instructor glared at him. "Go practice swinging your sword now, a thousand times!"

"Haha, don't be so heartless, Instructor! By the way, did you see the weapon Captain Gers brought back?" the young mercenary said excitedly.

"I think it's called the Sword Remains Greatsword? It's so cool that it's made by combining and forging a bunch of straight sword blades into Greatsword. And that Weapon Skill called [Oath of Revenge] is amazing too."

"Shh!"

The instructor suddenly shook his head and glanced in a certain direction of the camp, where Iliphis.

The young mercenary obediently shut his mouth, but his eyes held a hint of resentment.

It's common knowledge that Gers, the captain of the Light Eagle Legion's Assault Team, has been getting close to the adventurers lately. The Sword Remains Greatsword that she brought back a few days ago was a reward she received after fighting alongside the adventurers, a testament to their friendship.

Some astute mercenaries could sense that their leader Iliphis, might not approve of such behavior, so they dared not discuss it in the camp.

In addition Iliphis's mental state has been off lately, ever since he returned from Irithyll.

"Heh," the young mercenary suddenly chuckled, a hint of disdain in his eyes, and said under the instructor's terrified gaze:

"I joined the Light Eagle Legion because I admired the guild leader, but the one I admired was the incomparably brave and warm-hearted Iliphis. But what has he become? Every time he comes back from the Zane Dungeon, he throws a tantrum like a child. These days, he hasn't even left the guild, and other captains are even managing the guild's affairs!"

"I've been to Sien before, and it's definitely dangerous and demoralizing, but surely not to the point of being as devastated as the captain? Is someone so psychologically fragile really the White Eagle I admire? He doesn't earn my respect anymore!"

What Iliphis suffered was indeed incredibly devastating.

"Are you crazy? Stop talking!"

The instructor quickly covered the young mercenary's mouth, but what he said had already been overheard by someone from the Assault Team.

The instructor gave him a "this is bad" look, thinking the Assault Team would come to deal with the heretics. But to his surprise, the tall, burly men simply patted the young mercenary on the shoulder and said, "Your feeling is right, but remember to keep your voice down next time. The commander might still be able to pull himself together."

Watching the Assault Team walk further and further away, the young mercenary couldn't help but say, "I don't understand their thinking either. Their captain, Gers, looks like she's about to leave the group, so how can they still be so calm?"

"Perhaps they also feel that Captain Gers is no longer suitable to stay in the group."

The instructor sighed. Recently, due to Iliphis's poor performance, people in the group have become dissatisfied. The ordinary mercenaries are restless, but the higher-ups, except for Gers, firmly support Iliphis.

"Alright, even if Gers is gone, we're still Captain Gers!"

Just as the instructor was about to say something, he was so startled that his voice cracked. The mercenary turned around and saw Elsa standing right next to the two of them!

When did you arrive?!

We were overheard!

"Um, Captain Gers, we..."

"What's for lunch today?" Elsa asked.

"Huh? Ah?" The instructor was stunned, not expecting the other party to ask such a question. He then said while sweating, "It's the same as before, but there will be a lot more eggs. Last time, the logistics team took advantage of the low prices to purchase a large number of Happiny, but only we ate them. The captains, vice-captains, and some veteran mercenaries hate these things and don't eat a single bite, so there are still some left over."

"Um."

Elsa nodded, turned and walked out of the camp. The greatsword and the Sword Remains Greatsword she carried on her back completely concealed her petite figure, making it seem as if two swords were walking on her.

Watching her departing figure, the young mercenary said blankly, "Why didn't she react at all?"

The instructor was so angry that he punched him on the head and said, "Watch your mouth next time!"

In the distance, the window of Iliphis's residence suddenly closed.

Not long after, in the Zane Dungeon, in Irithyll of the Boreal Valley.

In one of the few warm places in all of Irithyll, by the campfire in the kitchen, Elsa put her weapons aside and sat down in front of the fire.

The Primal Soup on the stove was bubbling away. At this moment, she had changed her expression from the blank look she had when she was in the Light Eagle Legion. Her emotions were complicated. She stared at the ceiling for a while before sighing.

Elsa took out the liquor she'd swiped from the Light Eagle Legion's kitchen, then grabbed two more cups from the stove. She poured herself a cup, and then poured another for the Onion Knight, who was fast asleep across the campfire.

She placed the wine before the Onion Knight as if offering tribute, a gesture she had done several times before.

"Uncle Onion, it's time to get up and have a drink."

The Onion Knight remained motionless and snored.

Elsa pouted and said, "Pretending to be asleep again."

As she spoke, she took a swig of wine and imitated the behavior of old drunkards, making a loud "Hiss!" sound after each sip, but her imitation was awkward and a bit silly.

"Relationships between people are really troublesome."

She sighed, as if speaking to the Onion Knight, yet also as if talking to herself, and said:

"I feel like I can't stay in the Light Eagle Legion any longer. Iliphis seems like a different person compared to before. No, maybe I've changed, and he's never changed, but in any case, I don't respect him as much anymore, and I even dislike him a bit."

"I've thought about leaving the Light Eagle Legion, but a good friend of mine is determined to stay there. I can't bear to leave him alone. Besides, I have good subordinates and people I know in the Light Eagle Legion, which makes it hard for me to make up my mind to leave."

"Uncle Onion, what should I do?"

The Onion Knight's snoring grew louder and louder, but Elsa just laughed instead.

"That's what makes you reassuring."

She's been having more and more worries lately, but Sally is too busy dealing with the Light Eagle Legion's affairs to listen to her. As for Lu Lu Wo, she's too embarrassed to talk to her about it, wanting to leave a good impression on her friends. But keeping these worries bottled up will only make her feel worse.

So somehow, she came to use the Onion Knight as her Tree Hollow. This old man was always sleeping, or rather, just an afterimage, so it didn't matter if she talked to him.

Moreover, she knew the Onion Knight was pretending to be asleep, because every time she left and returned, the glass in front of him would be empty.

Occasionally coming here to vent her emotions is beneficial to Elsa's physical and mental health.

"I'm going out to vent."

She shouldered the greatsword, then, after a moment's thought, switched to the Sword Remains Greatsword and stepped out of the kitchen campfire.

The sounds of fighting with the Silver Knight immediately came from outside; it turned out that what she meant by "venting" was fighting.

A short while later, Elsa, slightly injured, returned. Seeing that the Onion Knight's wine glass was empty, she smiled knowingly and was about to pour him another drink.

Just then, the Onion Knight, who had been fast asleep, suddenly reached out and stopped her, his voice filled with helplessness.

"No need to pour any more wine. Actually, someone like me who isn't dead can't taste anything."

"Ah?"

Elsa was surprised twice by one sentence. "Uncle Onion, how did you come back to life?"

"I've heard everything you've said. For me, Jack Baldo of Catarina, it's all about doing what I want to do without hesitation. We Catarina are straightforward people!"

Onion Knight changed the subject, saying, "But your personality is a bit more sensitive than ours. To be honest, I'm not very good at helping people deal with their emotions, hahaha."

Elsa blushed, her expression somewhat embarrassed.

"So, go in there," Onion Knight suddenly pointed to a corner of the kitchen and said, "There should be someone in there who can help you. Go in."

"Where?"

Elsa turned her head in confusion; she remembered there was nothing in the corner.

Now we have it.

It was a large picture frame as tall as an adult, and inside lay a meticulously painted painting.

It was a majestic ancient city standing under the twilight.