After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

Bronco, confused about the situation, began to twist his body, trying to break free from the restraints, and at the same time, sounds began to come out of his throat.

"Woo! Woo-woo!"

"Snapped."

"Don't make any noise."

Looking at Brown who began to struggle as soon as he woke up, Murphy frowned and slapped him, successfully calming him down.

'Calm down Murphy, don't be so rude and be nice to your new friend.'

Murphy warned herself again.

Then, he looked at Bronco, who turned his head with a puzzled look on his face, and said, "I ask questions, you answer, and if you answer well, I'll let you go."

"Just nod or shake your head. Do you understand?"

Not long ago, Murphy sneaked into Wilfrid Castle and easily found Room 207 where Blanco was.

Using the skills he learned from old Jed, he pried open the window almost silently and climbed in, while Bronco was already asleep.

To be on the safe side, Murphy hit him hard on the back of the head.

Fortunately, there was no situation where a sleeping person was woken up by a knife.

He slept even more soundly, falling directly into the second level of dream.

After Bronco fell asleep, Murphy moved him to a chair and tied him up.

In order to prevent him from making any noise when he woke up, Murphy stuffed a rag into his mouth.

After doing all this, Murphy looked at the man she had knocked unconscious with a calm expression.

Height, suitable.

Anchor Hu, in line with.

The goat tattoo on the left forearm is consistent.

He carefully identified the man's features, and after comparing them with the information on the paper, he breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that we didn't catch the wrong person. It would be funny if we killed him and then found out that we killed the wrong person.

Murphy shook her head to get rid of these unrealistic things in her mind, and slapped Bronco twice to wake him up from his coma.

What followed was the scene that happened at the beginning.

"I ask, you answer, and if you answer well, I'll let you go."

"Just nod or shake your head. Do you understand?"

"Woo!—Woo!"

Looking at Bronco who started to struggle again, even though Murphy had told himself to stay calm, he couldn't help but feel manic and depressed.

He frowned and pulled out the new dagger he had bought in the city.

————Puff!

“Woo————!!!”

The sound of the iron sheet piercing the flesh and the roar of pain were heard at the same time.

Murphy didn't hesitate, he stabbed the dagger in his hand directly into Bronco's thigh.

The blade of the dagger had completely penetrated, and Murphy even felt as if he had stabbed something hard.

But that's nothing, just the reward the Bronco deserves.

Murphy looked at Bronco calmly, whose pupils were wide open due to the severe pain, as if he was not the one who had just stabbed the dagger into someone else's thigh.

"I ask questions, you answer, just nod or shake your head."

"Do you understand this time?"

Murphy repeated it again, her voice cold.

In response, Bronco nodded frantically.

Because of the pain, Bronco's throat began to make a "huff-huff" sound.

The pain went straight to his brain, making Bronco's consciousness begin to blur.

But thanks to this, he now fully understood the current situation - something might happen to him.

Bronco looked at Murphy standing in front of him, with endless questions in his mind.

And there is fear about one's future outcome.

He didn't know who this person who suddenly appeared in his room was, nor did he know why this person came here.

But he knew that he could only obey this person's request now.

Otherwise, the next time the dagger pierces the place it might not be your thigh.

People are knives and servants, and I am fish and meat.

Bronco believed that if he struggled any further, the man in front of him would definitely kill him.

Because just by looking at those deep black eyes hidden in the shadows, his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

This person is so scary.

At this time, Murphy's voice appeared again.

"Very good, I don't want to repeat myself a second time, understand?"

Bronco nodded hastily.

"Your name is Bronco?"

Seeing that Murphy was just asking questions and not taking any further action, Bronco breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

However, because the breath he had been holding finally relaxed, the pain from the dagger made him unable to help but take another breath.

Therefore, he forgot to nod.

Wrong arrest?

Seeing that Bronco did not respond, Murphy was stunned for a moment, and doubts began to arise in his heart unconsciously.

However, after five seconds of eye contact, he dispelled this doubt in his heart.

Bronco

【Blacksmith】【Robber】

The identification technique was activated, and this person was definitely Bronco.

Deliberately not answering... Is he cheating me?

Thinking of this, Murphy sneered and turned his right hand, which was holding the handle of the dagger, violently.

“Hoo-hoo! Woo-woo!”

The severe pain came again and Bronco's body began to twitch.

He wanted to scream, but the smelly rag stuffed in his mouth prevented him from speaking complete sentences. Only a few unclear sounds came out from the gaps.

"Your name is Bronco?"

The cold voice came into his ears again. Bronco knew that Murphy was probably angry and he would be killed if he hesitated any longer. In order to survive, he endured the pain and nodded hard.

"Remember this. I don't want to repeat it a second time."

Bronco nodded frantically. He had memorized it completely, engraved it deep into his soul.

"Next question, are you the apprentice of the dwarven blacksmith Gralin Hammer?"

Bronco nodded quickly, not wanting to suffer any more pain.

"Eight years ago, you were chosen by the Reinhardt family as their exclusive swordsmith?"

Bronco nodded. It was no secret.

"very good."

Bronco seemed to hear the voice of hope and salvation. He began to nod frantically, praying that Murphy would let him go.　

He actually knew that he could not escape death, but his cowardly nature made him afraid to face his own guess.

He even hoped that Murphy would be merciful and let him go.

Didn’t this person say that at the beginning?

As long as I answer well, he will let me go.

Chapter 73: A piece of meat called Bronco

Because Murphy had turned the dagger before, causing the wound to expand and the blood to flow out faster, Bronco's consciousness had become even more hazy due to lack of blood.

But the instinct for survival still made him want to beg for mercy.

"I answered well, so please, let me go."

Unfortunately, his cries for help were blocked by his socks, and he could only make a "Woo--! Woo--!" sound.

Looking at Bronco nodding frantically in front of him, Murphy's eyes showed a trace of sadness.

Not to lament the Bronco's miserable performance.

He was sad that his father would die at the hands of such a person.

In the hands of this cowardly, dirty, insidious villain.

That’s right, how can a person who uses sneak attacks from behind to gain benefits for himself be a great and glorious person?

Murphy never considered himself an upright person, but compared to people like Bronco, he felt that he could even be considered a gentleman.

Murphy's father died when Murphy was ten years old. Every father is his child's superhero, and this is also true for Murphy.

So in Murphy's heart, he is still the omnipotent father when she was young.

Although he was most likely just an ordinary blacksmith, and although my impression of him was no longer deep, I could not even remember his face.

But Murphy still felt that even if he died, his death should be reasonable.

As a result, he died at the hands of someone like Bronco.

How sad.

"One last question. If you tell the truth, I'll let you go."

Of course it was a lie, but Bronco didn't know it. He still thought he had really waited for hope of survival.

How funny.

"Eight years ago, during the defense of Lars, did you intend to kill Gralin but accidentally killed his friend?"

Bronco was silent for a rare moment, his instinct telling him that this question could not be answered truthfully.

But it was also because of his confused consciousness that he fell into misunderstanding at this moment.

He felt that as long as he nodded and told the truth, Murphy would let him go. At the same time, he was also very scared, afraid that he would lie and Murphy would see through it and then kill him.

Bronco never thought about who was this person who broke into his room and caused him so much pain.

Maybe he could easily guess the general idea under normal circumstances, but now he was in fear of death, so he couldn't think.

Finally, he nodded slowly.

With a loud "boom", thunder exploded in Murphy's mind.

Even though I already knew the truth, I still felt strange after hearing it with my own ears or seeing it with my own eyes.

The villain in front of me killed my own father.

Deep in Murphy's heart, dark and sticky emotions that had not appeared for a long time surged again.

He slowly lowered his head, and the eyes that were previously exposed outside the mask began to hide in the shadows.

However, a smile unexpectedly appeared on his face.

Murphy didn't know what this smile meant, but he just wanted to smile now.

baffling.