Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?-Chapter 533 - 366 Onion Knight: I Won’t Do Emotional Counseling

Chapter 533: Chapter 366 Onion Knight: I Won’t Do Emotional Counseling

Three days after the limited-time meteor shower event ended, the adventurers quickly returned to their normal daily routine.

Exploring what needed to be explored, invading what needed to be invaded, but Shalivan’s phantom was still hindering the exploration progress.

"Instructor, has the batch of Sain weapons we purchased not been delivered yet?"

"Be patient. They were supposed to be delivered yesterday, but you know about the recent anomaly. The group of adventurers dedicated to collecting weapons all went to capture monsters and invade. They only just resumed work today, so even the quickest it would be is next week to gather the quantity we need."

At the Light Eagle Group’s base, an instructor responsible for training newcomers said to the mercenary.

"Ah, but I can’t wait to try out more combat skills," the mercenary sighed dramatically, saying, "It’s rare to have the opportunity to forcibly use combat skills without getting hurt."

Combat Skills are an extension of a warrior’s martial arts. When a warrior’s martial arts are honed to a certain level, they may develop their own combat skills. Compared to simple actions, combat skills often have special effects comparable to "magic."

Take Gapar, for example. He created a combat skill called [Flowing Water Slash] that allows the blade to release water that covers the enemy’s weak points to attack. But if you exclude its special effects, the action is merely a simple upward diagonal slash. This move is widely circulated among swordsmen today; skilled individuals can discard the diagonal slash and trigger the effect with any slashing attack.

The birth of combat skills is quite mystical. It requires the mix of refining one’s martial arts to a certain level and blending in one’s unique insights. Flowing Water Slash was something Gapar comprehended while bathing.

The teaching of combat skills is equally mystical. The direct way is to let a combat skill user directly impart their insights into the learner’s mind. The more common way is to document the corresponding actions of the combat skill, the inner insight when wanting to trigger special effects, etc., and then let the learner practice. Once they understand, they can be considered to have learned the combat skill.

This leads to many complex combat skills only being usable by their creators; no matter how others learn, they can’t grasp them.

The Light Eagle Group uses the most efficient direct transmission, where a combat skill instructor uses magic to infuse the user’s inner insight and experience into the learner, causing them to quickly grasp the combat skill.

But only lower-level combat skills can be transmitted in bulk. If one doesn’t have the talent for advanced skills, even if the skills are transmitted, the learner might not be able to use them.

This leads to problems frequently occurring when learners use combat skills.

Brain: I have learned!

Body: No, you haven’t!

The instilled experience in the learner’s mind allows them to use the combat skill directly, but their body isn’t adapted to the situation. Forcing usage results in fractures, bone cracks, or even life-threatening injuries.

Mercenaries have suffered from such defects for a long time, with many getting injured or permanently disabled during practice.

Then one day, people discovered those Sain weapons with inherent combat skills.

As long as the user meets the weapons’ requirements for strength, agility, and other attributes, they can use the combat skill attached to the weapon.

In general, combat skills rely on the person; the person actively uses them. In contrast, Sain’s combat skills focus on the weapon. The moment the combat skill activates, it feels like the user’s body is on autopilot until the combat skill ends and they regain control.

Initially, people weren’t accustomed, but later discovered that this method leaves no bodily harm. The body’s various parts perfectly comply with the action requirements during combat skill usage, extremely precise, with combat skill actions changing accordingly even if the body has defects.

This miraculous effect is unique to Sain’s combat skill weapons, regarded by people as some unknown magic.

Thus, people utilized this characteristic, using Sain’s combat skill weapons as training tools to help learners familiarize themselves with combat actions. The effectiveness proved to be good.

"You can’t train without Sain’s weapons?" The instructor glared, "Go practice your sword swings now, a thousand times!"

"Ahaha, don’t be so harsh, instructor. Oh, did you see the weapon Captain Gus brought back?" The young mercenary said excitedly:

"I think it’s called the Sword Corpse Greatsword? It’s like a greatsword forged by combining straight sword blades, looks so cool, and the combat skill called [Vengeful Oath] is also..."

"Shh!"

The instructor suddenly shook his head, glanced in a certain direction of the camp, where Eliphas’s residence was.

The young mercenary wisely shut his mouth, although his eyes still showed some dissatisfaction.

Recently, Captain Gus of the Light Eagle Group’s Charging Team has been getting close to adventurers, known to everyone, and the Sword Corpse Greatsword she brought back a few days ago was a reward obtained after fighting alongside adventurers, a proof of their friendship.

Some astute mercenaries sensed that their captain Eliphas might not approve of such behavior, so no one dared to discuss this in the camp.

Additionally, Eliphas’s mental state had been off since returning from Yilushier...

"Hehe," the young mercenary suddenly laughed, a mocking smile at the corner of his mouth, and said under the instructor’s horrified gaze:

"I joined the Light Eagle Group because I admired the captain, but I admired the Eliphas who was as brave and warm as the light. But what has he become now? Every time he returns from Sain Dungeon, he sulks like a child and hasn’t even left the house lately, with other captains handling group affairs!"

"I’ve been to Sain myself, it’s indeed dangerous and discouraging, but not to the point of being as depressed as the captain, right? Is someone so mentally fragile...really still the White Eagle I admired? The current him doesn’t get my respect!"

In fact, the things Eliphas experienced would indeed break anyone.

"Are you crazy? Stop talking!"

The instructor quickly covered the young mercenary’s mouth, but someone had already heard what he said. It was the Charging Team people.

The instructor revealed a "this is bad" expression, expecting the Charging Team to come and deal with the dissenter, but unexpectedly, those big, brawny guys just patted the young mercenary’s shoulder and said, "You’re not wrong, but remember to whisper next time. The captain...perhaps he can pull himself together."

Watching the Charging Team people walk further away, the young mercenary couldn’t help but say, "I can’t figure out their thoughts either. Their captain Gus seems ready to leave the group, how can they be so calm?"

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

The instructor sighed. Recently, due to Eliphas’s pitiful performance, discontent arose within the group, the ordinary mercenaries were unsettled, but the higher-ups, except for Gus, firmly supported Eliphas.

"Anyway, even if Gus leaves, we still...Captain Gus!"

The instructor was about to say something when he suddenly broke off, startled. The mercenary turned to look and saw Elsa standing right beside them!

When did she come!?

Our conversation was overheard just now!?

"Um, Captain Gus, we..."

"What’s for lunch today?" Elsa asked.

"Huh? Ah..." The instructor was stunned, completely not expecting such a question, and sweating, he said, "Same as before, but there will be a lot of eggs. The logistics team took advantage of low prices to procure a large batch of Happiness Eggs last time, and only we are eating them. The captain, vice-captain, and some veteran mercenaries hate these things and don’t eat even one bite, so there’s still some left now."

"Hmm."

Elsa nodded, turned around, and walked out of the camp, carrying a greatsword and Sword Corpse Greatsword on her back, completely covering her petite figure. At first glance, it seemed like the swords were walking on their own.

Watching her leaving figure, the young mercenary said, dumbfounded, "Why is there no reaction from her?"

The instructor angrily punched him on the head, saying, "Watch your mouth next time!"

In the distance, the window of Eliphas’s residence suddenly closed.

Soon after, in the Sain Dungeon, Yilushier of the Cold Valley.

In one of the few warm places in all of Yilushier, specifically by the kitchen bonfire, Elsa placed her weapons aside and sat in front of the bonfire.

The Element Soup on the stove bubbled away, and at this moment, she abandoned her emotionless expression from the Light Eagle Group, with a complex mix of emotions on her face, staring at the ceiling for a while before sighing.

Taking the alcohol snatched from the Light Eagle Group’s kitchen, Elsa grabbed two cups from the stove, poured herself a glass, and then poured another for the sleeping Onion Knight opposite the bonfire.

She placed the alcohol in front of the Onion Knight like she was offering a tribute, a behavior she had done several times before.

"Onion Uncle, time to wake up and drink."

The Onion Knight remained unmoving, still snoring.

Elsa pouted and said, "Pretending to sleep again."

As she spoke, she took a sip of the alcohol herself, imitating the old drunkards. After drinking, she exclaimed loudly, "Ahh!" but her imitation was awkward and slightly silly.

"Relationships between people are really troublesome..."

She sighed, speaking as if to the Onion Knight or maybe just to herself:

"I feel like I can’t stay in the Light Eagle Group anymore. Eliphas feels different from before... no, maybe it’s me who has changed. He never changed, but now I don’t respect him as much, maybe even dislike him a bit."

"I’ve considered leaving the Light Eagle Group, but my good friend remains firm in staying there. I can’t bear to leave him alone, and I also have good subordinates and acquaintances in the group, which makes it hard to decide to leave."

"Onion Uncle, what should I do..."

The snoring from the Onion Knight grew louder, but Elsa instead smiled.

"This is what makes people assured about you."

Her troubles have been increasing lately, but Sali is busy handling the Light Eagle Group’s affairs, leaving no time to listen, and she is too embarrassed to talk to Luluwo, wanting to leave a good impression on her friends, but keeping these troubles inside only makes herself uncomfortable.

Somehow she came to treat the Onion Knight as her sounding board, this uncle always sleeps, just a residual shadow, and saying things to him doesn’t matter.

Moreover, she knows the Onion Knight is pretending to be asleep because every time she comes back after leaving, the glass in front of him is empty.

Occasionally venting her emotions here is beneficial for Elsa’s mental health.

"I’m going out to vent."

She picked up the greatsword, thought for a moment, then switched to the Sword Corpse Greatsword, and walked out from the kitchen bonfire.

Outside, the sounds of battle with the Silver Knight immediately came, as it turned out her idea of venting was fighting.

After a while, Elsa returned slightly injured, seeing the empty glass in front of the Onion Knight, she smiled knowingly, about to pour more alcohol for him.

But at this moment, the always sleeping Onion Knight suddenly reached out to stop her, and a helpless voice came.

"No need to pour alcohol, actually someone like me, an undead man, can’t taste anything."

"Ah?"

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

"I heard everything you said, for me, Jack Baldor of Catalina, if there’s something you want to do, just go ahead and do it, don’t hesitate, we Catalinians are straightforward people!"

The Onion Knight changed his tone and said, "But your personality is a bit more delicate than ours, honestly, I’m not very good at helping people deal with emotions, hahaha."

Elsa’s face turned red, her expression somewhat awkward.

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

"Where?"

Elsa turned her head in confusion; she couldn’t remember anything being in the corner.

Now there was.

A large picture frame as tall as an adult, with a finely crafted painting quietly lying inside.

It depicted a majestic ancient city standing under the sunset.

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