After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

Even when she glared at him, Old Jed laughed even louder.

"Okay..." Seeing this, Helena sighed helplessly, as if she had accepted her fate.

But after sighing, her expression suddenly changed - the corners of her mouth curled up, revealing a meaningful smile.

She glanced at the still-smiling Old Jed with a hint of sarcasm and asked, "Do you know what promise your apprentice made to me in the end?"

Old Jed was stunned when he heard this, and said almost reflexively: "What?"

"The entire capital...the slums."

"..." Old Jed was silent. After a while, he began to grimace in pain.

At the same time, he cursed in a low voice: "Prodigal son!"

This time it was Helena's turn to laugh, and hearing the laughter, Old Jed glared at her, just like Helena had glared at him before.

This situation continued for a while, and when a sudden silence fell, Helena spoke.

After laughing, Helena picked up the long cigarette in her hand and took a deep puff.

Then she exhaled a puff of white smoke, looked at Old Jed in front of her, and said, "Are you sure you want to do that?"

Old Jed shrugged and said nonchalantly, "Of course, wasn't this agreed upon before?"

"That's your disciple." Helena sighed.

After hearing this, Old Jed's expression suddenly straightened up. He said seriously, "That's why I have to teach him this last lesson."

"In the outside world, betrayal is the norm, just like me—never mind... Anyway, he has to understand this, even if it hurts a little."

"He's having it too easy right now. If he were to go out, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to adapt for a while."

Old Jed sighed deeply, turned his gaze to Helena, and said seriously, "I'm sorry to trouble you this time."

"Who will bear his anger then? You said he's very powerful. What if my life ends up in his hands?" Helena sounded a little worried.

But although she said this in a worried tone, there was not much fear on her face.

Old Jed, who had his head down and therefore didn't see Helena's expression, was silent for a moment. Then he shook his head and said, "He won't kill you. You're still useful to him..."

"But I'm still at a loss. Who knows how many of my men will die by then." Helena shook her head and said.

After hearing this, Old Jed finally noticed something was wrong. He raised his head and looked at Helena, then sneered, "Come on, do you care about this? Aren't the people of the Alvis family the coldest-blooded venomous snakes?"

To dispel Helena's fantasy, he continued in a somewhat painful tone, "Besides, the entire territory of the capital has been handed over to you. What else are you dissatisfied with?"

How could he not understand at this point? After all, Helena had said it so bluntly. She just wanted to continue blackmailing him.

All the members of the Alvis family are the same: cold-blooded, greedy and treacherous, a group of snake-like guys.

"A stingy old fox." Helena didn't get angry when she found out that Old Jed had exposed her plan. She just gave a light retort to his previous words "the coldest-blooded venomous snake".

She could accept being insulted, but she could not accept her family being talked about by others.

But what Old Jade said was not wrong, so she simply retorted.

After saying this, Helena seemed to have thought of something.

She tilted her head slightly, the fingers of her free hand pressed against her face, and a smile appeared on her face.

However, there was a hint of ill intention in this smile.

This smile is almost indescribable, it seems to directly express the sweetness of Helena as a person.

"How about making a bet?"

Hearing this, Old Jed looked at Helena suspiciously, but after thinking for a while, he nodded and asked, "What's the bet?"

Helena directly expressed her thoughts: "Let's bet on whether your apprentice can break into my place when the time comes."

Old Jed snorted, then waved his hand and said with some disdain, "No bet, no bet. When the time comes, you can just pile on a hundred people and still do nothing."

Helena shook her head and said, "No, I'll let Carnegie come alone."

Old Jed's eyes slowly lit up, but he quickly hid his inner joy. He pretended to be hesitant and said, "Although the little guy is quite capable, compared to Mr. Carnegie... he's still a little behind."

At this point, Old Jed even shook his head and sighed.

He addressed Carnegie as a respectful title, not specifically here, he had always called Carnegie that.

After all, Carnegie had once taught him swordsmanship, and could even be considered his swordsmanship teacher.

"How about... let's not gamble anymore..." Old Jed said hesitantly.

After hearing this, Helena, who was still laughing just now, said in a mocking tone: "What? Are you scared?"

As if provoked by Helena's tone, Old Jed immediately spoke excitedly. "Let's bet! How could I be afraid of a little girl like you?!"

Hearing this, Helena smiled with a look of success.

What she didn't see was Carnegie's slowly shaking head standing behind her, and the smile hidden in the corner of old Jed's mouth.

Chapter 113: Protect and... Lose

The commission Helena had given him, to transport weapons and armor from Leinburg to the slums, was so simple that nothing happened and it was declared over.

There were no monsters or bandits robbing him on the way, nor did he encounter any weird supernatural phenomena. Murphy really just hung out in the carriage for a few days.

For Murphy, it was a lighthearted affair.

No one would want to get hurt if it would be easy.

Murphy smiled softly as she looked at the few small things she had placed on the carriage.

That was wine and some precious decorations bought for Wood and Selena - specialties of Leinburg. I guess they could get some unexpectedly valuable things on the black market.

Wood is not an alcoholic, but he can drink quite a lot.

As for Selena, ever since he saw the precious ornaments on Helena, he had the idea of ​​buying some nice ornaments for Selena.

We are all slum hostesses, and my Selena can’t be any worse than others!

With this thought in mind, Murphy laughed.

Selena must miss him a lot, after all, they haven't seen each other for six days.

Unconsciously, I got used to being with Selena all day long. When I went to Leinburg alone to complete the commission, I even felt a little uncomfortable.

As Murphy was thinking, he felt the carriage beneath him suddenly stop.

We should be at the restaurant... Thinking of this, Murphy jumped off the carriage and walked into the restaurant.

However, the moment he opened the door and stepped into the restaurant, a gust of draft suddenly blew in.

Murphy narrowed her eyes slightly.

It's very faint, but... it does smell like blood.

He lowered his head and looked at the rotten wooden boards under his feet.

At first glance, the marks seemed to be just the greasy stains typical of restaurants, but Murphy knew that they were blood stains that had been wiped off.

At the same time, he also saw several footprints on the bloodstains, as if they were also left there afterwards.

It seems that someone broke in here and did something they shouldn't have done, and is trying to hide the traces they left behind.

And judging from the number and shape of the footprints, there is more than one.

My eyelids suddenly twitched and my stomach began to cramp unconsciously.

From the lungs to the trachea, distorted sounds of unknown meaning were emitted.

Murphy now had a bad feeling.

No, it's not just a premonition... something ominous is certain and has already happened.

Murphy took a breath unconsciously. He did not slow down his pace or try to reduce the noise he made.

It’s not that I can’t do it, it’s just… I don’t have the time to do it.

Although he couldn't be sure if there was someone lying in ambush here, if there was, they would have probably taken action the moment he entered the door, when he was most relaxed.

"Wood! Wood! You! Where are you lying?!"

That guy Wood would never leave here unless it was necessary, just like he didn't accompany me to Helena six days ago.

This once strong and brave man, after being tortured beyond recognition by slave traders because of his fierce resistance, began to grow fear in his heart.

Although his body was completely healed with the help of Aunt Kelly, the cowardly character deep in his heart could not be cured.

So, at this time... at this time when there is a sense of foreboding.

That guy, that Wood guy, there's no way he can go out for a walk.

However, there was no response, not only from Wood, but also from Selena's unique babbling sound.

So, there was no movement in this restaurant.

There was absolutely no sign of anyone.

What’s even stranger is that there isn’t even any sound of eating.

This is a restaurant.

"...Hey, there's no sound. That sound...that chattering of the people eating. Why...there's nothing at all."

Murphy noticed something unusual.

There's no one in this restaurant now.

This was something that had never happened since the day he arrived in the capital.

During the day, there would be a group of poor people coming to eat.

In the evening, there will be myself, Wood and Selena.

Therefore, there are usually people and sounds in this restaurant.

The sounds of people eating, the creaking of rotten floors, and the roar of the fire that never stopped burning in Wood's kitchen.

But now those voices seemed to have hidden themselves away, leaving no trace at all.

Murphy could see these abnormalities.

As a scout, it was impossible for him not to discover it.

But......

why?

Who did it?

How do you do it?

What on earth happened while I was away?

Such questions emerged in Murphy's mind one after another.

No! Now is not the time to think about these issues...

————Wood and Selena, where are they now?

Murphy's eyes suddenly widened.

In fact, Murphy felt that when he first rescued Selena from the slave traders, it was not just because he felt sorry for her.

Rather... it was simply... to satisfy his own disgusting vanity;

To show off that you are a strong person; to make yourself a boss; to make yourself look less weak;

To make myself...

Myself, myself, all myself.

Murphy was a selfish guy, he admitted.

This is exactly what Murphy thought at the beginning.

For yourself.

No matter what he did, and who he indirectly affected, good or bad, because of what he did.

The essence is just for yourself.

He has always thought so.

But......