After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

Ah, really, there is no way.

In Mattia's heart, such thoughts and determination indeed arose.

Saint.

As someone who was called that, Mattia's eyes were indeed filled with calmness and kindness.

However, how can one describe the smile on her face?

That smile is indeed absolutely beautiful.

But that wasn't the smile of a saint who embraced everything.

On the contrary, it is full of demonic beauty.

Chapter 11: Mercenary City Belphein (3000 words)

Mercenary city Belphein.

A large city in the suburbs of Crossmaria, its military strength is particularly outstanding among the surrounding city-states.

The streets are full of mercenaries and adventurers. These people, on the verge of collapse, indulge in pleasure every day, living a life without knowing what tomorrow will bring.

Why does Belphein have the nickname of Mercenary City and have so many mercenaries or adventurers?

Although this is also related to Belphein's policies, the most important factor is its geographical conditions.

Crossmaria is a beautiful and prosperous trading city, so naturally there will be a large influx of merchants and goods.

When goods flow in, crowds gather.

When a crowd gathers together, they will eventually attract bandits and robbers.

Therefore, in order to protect their property from being plundered, merchants all resorted to force.

This is a means to prevent one's life from going bankrupt under the threat of a knife.

Of course, there are also mercenaries, adventurers and the like in Crossmaria.

However, not all businessmen who visited Crossmaria could be invited.

Although Crossmaria developed rapidly, it was surrounded by strong walls, so its population capacity was quite limited, and the limited guards were obviously unable to meet the needs of the ever-expanding economy.

Therefore, the mercenary city of Belphein became a buffer against the conflict between merchants and Crossmaria.

Belphein widely accepts mercenaries, providing them with a layer of support when they are wandering around.

The mercenaries hand over a portion of their earnings, and in exchange they can use the entire city as their backing.

So, just as adventurers have the support of the nobles, in Belphein, the city-state itself has become a shield for mercenaries.

After all, the trading city is nearby, so the merchants have a huge demand for mercenaries.

Therefore, all merchants who needed protection turned to Belphein.

Basically, it was through that process that the mercenary city of Belphein established its current status.

Now, many of the people walking on the street in front of us are hurried businessmen and mercenaries with fierce eyes.

In other words, even if someone like Murphy, who came from an unknown place, wanted to go out for a walk, it would not be inconvenient.

So, after checking the horse in, Murphy stepped on the sand of the street.

There was a strange smell mixed with wine, sand and blood, and the smell of burnt food coming from the barbecue stall.

I always feel that it is very nostalgic.

Well, it feels good. No one is here, it's just me. It's great.

At this moment, Murphy even had the illusion that her shoulders had become lighter.

Although I did act on my own this time, if there are always too many people around, I sometimes want to be alone.

Looking back, had Aimee Castina also experienced such a situation in the past?

On that past trip she was almost always there for others, what an amazing spirit.

In any case, from now on, which pub to stay in, what kind of people to contact, and what means to use all depend on yourself.

It was so relaxing and enjoyable, it couldn't be better than this - there was no need to look at the expressions of the Saint, Filia, and Frodo.

Thinking of this, Murphy unconsciously took brisk steps and crossed the crowded streets.

No matter how many people are here, it won't be that difficult as long as you're walking on a familiar road.

In this way, Murphy slowly wandered on the street,

Suddenly, it slipped into the path as if it had disappeared.

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"Hmm...there's no mercenary with that name in our tavern."

The tavern owner spoke calmly while stroking his white beard.

The reason why these eyes looked a little hazy was probably because he had been operating from last night until broad daylight.

But this is too strange. This should be the pub that guy often comes to.

"Please think about it again. It must be here. That guy is a fan of bad rum."

"I do not know."

The boss frowned and opened his mouth again without even moving his jaw.

There was no way I could tell that his actions meant he was answering seriously.

Murphy couldn't help but sigh.

It seems that the boss hasn't changed at all.

"It's still a little early, and it's a bit inappropriate for me to drink alone. But... never mind. There's nothing I can do. So, let's have some beer and some cheese. Is that all right?"

As always, at such times, the boss would always put on a hearty smile and start pouring wine into the pottery.

All the wrinkles on his face suddenly appeared.

However, that expression was once again shadowed.

"But... I still don't know of a mercenary with that name. Um... Regardless of whether he's a mercenary or not, I've never heard of that name."

This time the boss's tone was not ambiguous, he spoke very clearly.

It doesn't look like he is pretending to be confused, but it seems like he is sincerely trying to recall it, but still can't find it in his mind.

Could it be in another bar... But, as expected, it's very strange.

Shaking off the doubts in her mind, Murphy once again confirmed the atmosphere of the store and the scenery she saw from the window.

The barely sorted pile of wooden barrels and the lights of the casino visible through the window were exactly as he remembered them.

As if it were natural, the flow of time remained unchanged.

So the tavern that guy is in should be here.

Thinking of this, Murphy dipped his tongue in the beer and frowned slightly.

Here, the mercenary city of Belphein, was his temporary base in the past.

For him, who used to make a living as an adventurer, the work here is quite prosperous.

However, despite this, it cannot be said that there are only good memories.

Rather, bad memories are remembered more clearly.

Murphy's lips twisted at the thought.

By the way, even if it was only temporary, the man who had teamed up with me when I stayed in Belphein in the past should be in this tavern.

Murphy stroked her chin and couldn't help squinting her eyes.

Is the timing a little off?

To be honest, Murphy couldn't remember when she first met that person.

There is no other way, so we can only assume that the guy is still using other taverns as his base at this stage.

Murphy stuffed the slightly hardened cheese between his teeth and forced the ale down his throat.

This bitterness and indescribable sourness actually made him feel a little better.

I never thought that I would drink like this again in this land.

I clearly don't want to set foot on this land again.

Strangely enough, I feel quite relaxed now.

Should I call this a feeling of high spirits or a state of restlessness and anxiety? I really can't tell.

"——Boss. Think of a way to deal with the drunkards who hang out in front of the store every day. This kind of thing will affect the store's reputation."

Just as Murphy put his second glass of ale to his lips, a mercenary walked into the store and said something that showed his good mood.

"I've cleaned up for you today. Now let me tell you—"

This is what useless people with only brute force often do.

These guys would kick drunkards and beggars away and trample on them to vent their anger.

It's really boring. It seems that they think that by doing this they can become great.

But that wasn't something to blame, and I wasn't criticizing his position.

If you really do that, you will be classified as a gangster, so don't worry about it at all.

So, Murphy continued to pour beer into his throat without any concern, feeling the heat running through his esophagus.

No, wait a minute

--drunkard.

Something like a fragment of memory flashed through Murphy's mind.

In just a moment, he stood up.

Although he knew that such a thing was impossible in theory.

But at this moment, he had a strange premonition in his heart, as if it was a certain fact.

So Murphy threw the silver coins on the table and walked out the back door.

When a dispute occurs, no one will use the main road as a stage.

Because if they do that, officials won't be able to turn a blind eye.

Therefore, whenever there were quarrels and fights, they would take place in the back alley, which was a fixed place.

The smell of domestic garbage and the smell of soil mixed together and hit my nose.

Murphy avoided the mess and looked deeper into the alley.

There was only one figure there, who must have been badly beaten to a pulp. The figure was leaning against the wall with his arms and legs spread out.

The lines of the body are not so rough, but look very slender.

He was wearing a coat with a wide-brimmed hat, there was a man-made bruise on his drooping head, and there was an arrogant and upturned mouth on his cheek.

He has the same characteristics as that extremely familiar guy.

No way?

Although such thoughts came to Murphy's mind, a smile appeared on his face unconsciously.

At the same time, deep in his heart, he had an unquestionable certainty for some reason.

"——Bruda, what are you doing? Needle prick Bruda, why do you look like you're about to die?"

Shrugging his shoulders, as if joking with an old friend, Murphy spoke.

Having said that, although he did know the other person, the other person didn't know anything about him.

As he spoke, the figure leaning against the wall spoke in a familiar voice that hadn't changed at all from before.

"That's right, you called me by my name, didn't you? But alas, acupuncture is useless now. Now I'll just call you Drunkard Bruda. That way, that stubborn tavern owner will share his wine with me!"

It sounded like a happy sound, and Murphy was sure of it.

The guy in front of him was the mercenary he was very familiar with and his former work partner.