After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

Murphy didn't know what Bray was thinking. He was setting up the tent seriously at the moment.

As the exclusive logistics officer of the brave team, he was extremely fast at setting up tents.

Shortly after Bray left, he had pitched both tents perfectly.

A team of three usually only needs two tents, after all, one person is needed to keep watch at night.

When it's time to change shifts, the person who was on night watch only needs to use a single-person tent.

After setting up the tent, Murphy was not idle either. He set up the pot and simply dug a campfire pit with his sword.

The main reason was that Murphy couldn't find a shovel, so he just used his sword to dig. Anyway, it was not like he had never done this before.

"As expected of Gralin, this sword is really useful, digs quickly, and doesn't worry about the blade breaking."

Looking at the bonfire pit he had dug on the ground, Murphy expressed high praise for Gralin's craftsmanship in his heart.

If Gralin saw this scene, he would probably be killed by the old dwarf.

But it was no use, since Gralin couldn't see it now anyway.

And even if they saw it, so what? The worst that could happen is they'd just have to pay me with another bottle of wine.

Murphy, who was busy with his work, took the opportunity to tidy up the bedding in the tent so that people who slept at night could sleep more comfortably.

This was a habit he had developed in the past. After all, a good quality of sleep was essential for the brave team. Murphy was just trying his best to play his role.

After doing all this, Murphy sat directly next to the campfire pit and just sat there in silence.

He didn't feel any sense of accomplishment. After all, he had done camping countless times.

This was also the reason for his silence, because he did not expect that miscellaneous work such as camping had already been integrated into his body and soul.

It can even be said that he is a little crazy.

Because when Murphy came out of the carriage just now and saw Bray swinging a hammer to set up camp, he even felt a little itchy in his heart.

"I'm such a jerk." He lowered his head and gave a wry smile at the pit where the bonfire had not yet been lit.

Then he closed his eyes and began to clear his mind.

Whether you are traveling or going on adventures, conserving your energy is always the most important thing.

After a while, a crackling sound brought Murphy's attention back.

Chapter 64 What she likes to eat is...

　In the wild, if you hear this kind of "crackling" sound like wood breaking, you should pay attention, because it is very likely a wild animal in hunting mode.

But there was no problem on Murphy's side, because the sound was made when Bray came back and all the firewood in his hand fell to the ground.

As for the reason, Murphy is not quite sure.

After all, for him, miscellaneous tasks such as setting up camp are just daily routines that he has long been accustomed to.

"These...were all made by Master Murphy himself?"

"Well, come over here and light the fire first."

Murphy waved at Bray, who was opening his mouth wide, to attract his attention, and then pointed to the firewood scattered at his feet.

"Ah! Okay! Sorry!"

Bray also realized his mistake, and he hurriedly bent down and started to clean up.

Soon, he picked up all the firewood, and then he walked over here with the firewood in his arms.

Murphy didn't help, but just watched him light the bonfire with the tinder in his pocket.

After he had done all this, Murphy said, "The tent has been set up for you. Come and sleep there tonight."

"Ah! No need, Master Murphy!"

"...Didn't you say you wanted to sleep in a tent?"

Looking at Murphy's puzzled expression, Bray wanted to slap himself a few times.

"Master Murphy, I was just joking, and I have to keep watch tonight."

Murphy didn't hesitate any longer, but started to discuss the night watch with him: "Night watch... um... I'll go with you. You can watch the first half of the night?"

"This! How is this possible!"

"Okay, it's settled."

Murphy waved at him again, settling the matter.

Bray wanted to say something, but then he remembered how he had just slapped himself in the face, and in the end he didn't open his mouth.

After a while, he finally said in a low voice, "Then I'll guard the second half of the night."

“…That’s fine.”

Murphy shrugged and agreed.

Although guarding the second half of the night was indeed more tiring than the first half, he didn't feel anything. After all, he had always been guarding almost the entire night.

Murphy looked up and found that it was getting dark, so he turned his head back and asked Bray, "Where is the food?"

He had just returned to the elevator to find the pot. At that time, Filia still exuded a deathly aura.

So Murphy didn't stay there any longer. After finding the pot, he took it and ran away.

But he knew Bray must have brought food, otherwise why would he bring a pot? And in the wild, hunting is always the last resort for food.

If it's just a hobby, that's fine, but if the time comes when you really need to hunt for food, it means there is no other way to get food.

Because hunting requires a lot of physical strength, and in the wild, maintaining physical strength is always the most important thing.

This is travel and adventure, not extreme wilderness survival.

"In the car." Bray pointed to the carriage, but he did not get up and go there.

Even though Murphy kept looking at him instead of the carriage, he still didn't move.

It's not that he was inconsiderate, but he felt that as a 'servant' he shouldn't have entered the carriage, not to mention that Filia was still inside.

The two of them didn't say anything, just looked at each other in silence.

After a while, Murphy couldn't help but sigh: "Be more specific?"

"The second to last box on the far left."

Murphy nodded, got up and went to the elevator to find something to eat.

Even if I don't want to go, what can I do? I can't go hungry, right?

Once again climbing into the elevator, Murphy began to search for the box that Bray mentioned.

Filia seemed to have recovered a little and was in a better condition.

Although she was still sitting there with her knees hugged, her head was no longer buried in her arms as before. Instead, she raised her head and looked at Murphy who was rummaging through something.

However, he did not notice that Filia had gradually recovered and was still rummaging through the boxes.

There were so many boxes piled in the carriage, and they were very messy, so the more anxious Murphy was to find food and leave, the more flustered he became.

Gradually, a few blue veins began to appear on his head.

"Who packed these boxes? Who would put things they need for a trip at the very back?"

He knew that these boxes were used as disguises and probably contained a lot of miscellaneous goods.

Although he didn't know what the point of this was, after all, the guards stationed at the city gate would not stop them, but since it was Old Jed's arrangement, he couldn't say anything.

But this pile is too messy. Who would put food in the deepest part?

"What are you looking for—"

“…Ah! Found it.”

Finally, Murphy found what he wanted, and he couldn't help but shout out, but the sound interrupted Filia's words.

When he turned around, he found that Filia was staring at him intently, and he didn't know how long she had been looking at him.

Murphy was a little embarrassed. He scratched his head with his free hand and greeted Filia: "Um..., hello."

"Ah hello."

Filia also nodded, then she stretched out her hand and pointed at what Murphy was holding in her other hand.

"what is that?"

"This is, um...our dinner tonight."

Murphy turned his head and glanced back, then answered Filia's question.

The other party said "Oh", lowered his head slightly and put his chin on his knees, and then fell silent again.

Murphy waited for a while, and after realizing that Filia had no intention of continuing to speak, he said lightly: "Then I will go to cook first."

After saying this, he hurriedly left the car.

Filia was actually pretty okay before, and there wasn't any big problem getting along with her, but today she was a little... too weird.

'Did you have a fight with Candice?'

Thinking of this, he stopped suddenly again.

After struggling for a while, he turned around, opened the curtain, and said to Filia, who was still sitting in the dark sedan chair and whose face could not be seen clearly, "Remember to come down for dinner later."

Murphy hesitated for a moment, his mind telling him that he shouldn't continue.

However, he finally gritted his teeth, lowered the curtain, and said something he shouldn't have said.

"If you're unhappy, eat something delicious and you'll gradually feel better."

“Because delicious food is the best medicine to cure troubles.”

After saying this, he turned around and left, returning to Bray who was sitting by the campfire.

It's time to cook. I can't eat what Bray and the others made anyway, and Filia is still here.

Speaking of which, it seems that her favorite food is...

Chapter 65 Everything is changing for the better, but...

After Murphy finished speaking, he turned around and left the carriage.

And that sharp gaze hidden in the darkness through a curtain seemed to penetrate through layers of obstacles and nailed to his back.

Those silver-pink eyes glowed slightly in the darkness.

After a long time, two eyelids blocked the light under the eyelids.

Murphy didn't know all this. After returning to the campfire, he directly refused Bray's help and started preparing dinner.

The only cooked food you can eat in the wild, apart from those that are directly roasted, is stewed soups/vegetables that can be considered slightly refined.

As for what Filia likes to eat...

Eat whatever you have, whether you like it or not.

Anyway, we are not in the same team anymore, why would Murphy care about you?

Although Filia was in a bad mood, there was no need for him to specially prepare her favorite food.

We are all adults and should have learned to regulate our emotions long ago. As an outsider, it is good enough for Murphy to offer a few words of comfort.

Well, although he said that, Murphy still added a little bit of sweet milk into the pot, giving the thick soup in the pot a hint of sweetness, even though he himself didn't like sweet food very much.

He didn't make anything particularly fancy, just a thick pot of soup with all the ingredients thrown in.

But Murphy knew what to do. He chose ingredients that had almost no taste, such as potatoes.

In this way, the taste of the soup will not become messy, but will follow the subsequent seasoning steps.

Gradually, as Murphy kept stirring, the pot began to emit bursts of milky aroma.

Seeing that it was almost time, he scooped a small spoonful of soup into a bowl and took a sip.

Then, his brows furrowed slightly.

It’s not that the soup is bad, to be honest it tastes pretty good.

But unfortunately, he doesn't like sweet drinks and doesn't like the taste of milk very much.

He sighed slightly and continued to drink the rest of the bowl.