After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

"That's great! You can drink as much as you want. However, I still hope you can return to your old job as a mercenary."

Then, there was his good friend, Bruda, who had once killed him.

Chapter 12 The proper attitude of a mercenary

The night wind blew, and the candles lighting the tavern swayed.

In order to ensure brightness, several candles were prepared, as if to show off the prosperity of the city.

The swaying shadows and the sparkling light illuminated Bruda's face.

"I'm in this state, and you still want to hire me? Forget it, what's the point? This is not like raising a stray dog. Ka, hahahaha!"

Bruda's lips moved as he added.

"The mercenaries you wanted to hire have already become rotten in this city, haven't they?"

After Murphy bought Bruda a glass of rum, he started talking nonsense like this.

Of course, for Yu Murphy, he would rather the other party stay the same as now.

In response to Bruda's question, he just narrowed his eyes and snorted softly.

Indeed, the current situation must be difficult for Bruda to understand.

After all, even if someone wanted to hire a mercenary, there was no reason to specifically choose a drunkard with a bruise on his face from being beaten.

To be honest, even Murphy herself couldn't figure out what the reason was.

Therefore, he didn't know what he should say to the other party now. He couldn't tell the other party the whole story, right?

After all, if this was done, it would probably make Bruda, who was already confused, even more confused.

So, after carefully choosing her words, Murphy spoke.

"...I want to entrust you with a task that only you can perform: acupuncture of the Bruda. That's right, it's a task that cannot be delegated.

Then, in response to Bruda's gaze asking about his workplace, Murphy moved his mouth without hesitation and added.

"The workplace is right here—Belfyin."

After hearing his words, Bruda narrowed his eyes and tilted his head to the side, fiddling with the brim of his hat with his fingers, and closed his lips.

Murphy knew that this was the man's habit of being immersed in thought.

Although Bruda looks like a real drunkard with no moral integrity, he is actually a strangely thoughtful person behind the scenes.

In fact, this situation is really very strange.

In theory, guys who are troubled by the cost of drinking every day will pounce on a job as soon as it comes their way - no matter how suspicious the job is. They will pounce on it like a hungry dog ​​seeing bait.

Therefore, Bruda's way of thinking is not consistent with his way of existence.

"--That sounds good. But, no. I can't see why you have to be me. It just sounds like a bad joke."

As Bruda said this, he placed the empty wine glass on the table.

"The wine is good too."

Then, after nodding to Murphy, he stood up and prepared to leave.

This means the negotiations are over.

He hasn't even told me the content of the commission. How should I put it? Should I say he's very vigilant or impatient?

However, this is also his characteristic.

Murphy watched Bruda's actions silently, without any expression, but with a helpless expression on his face.

In negotiations with mercenaries, if either party leaves the table, it means the negotiations have broken down.

And in this city, stopping someone who wants to leave is both rude and against etiquette.

Besides, Murphy couldn't stop Bruda from leaving.

Even if Murphy wanted to buy him another drink, it wouldn't work because he was the type who would only drink one glass even if someone offered him one.

Therefore, Murphy had no intention of stopping the figure from leaving the tavern, but just greeted the back.

"Let's stop here for now. I'll stay here for the time being. You can come back when you're in a good mood, even if the weather clears up."

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Not only did he treat himself to a drink, but he also said he wanted to hire me. What a strange man. Bruda turned his head and thought to himself.

The person with name Bruda is very clear about his own abilities and evaluation.

A fool who only knows how to drink; a down-and-out low-level mercenary; a man who is very good at juggling with needles.

This is what Belphein said about Bruda.

And Bruda himself thinks these evaluations are quite fair.

Because of this, he becomes even more confused.

Up to now, although there are a few people who would treat me to a drink, no one has ever treated me as a mercenary and treated me to a drink.

Speaking of work, it seems that most of the time I am just used to make up the numbers, and no one has ever counted on my combat effectiveness.

Therefore, it was indeed a joke that the person wanted to hire someone like me.

Bruda came to a conclusion and fiddled with the brim of his hat with his index finger.

Of course, I don’t feel uncomfortable about it.

Although he only wants to survive in this city, Bruda is indeed a mercenary.

Among mercenaries, no one should feel bad because their power as a mercenary is needed by others.

Even with that ability, it really can't be considered very good.

However, Bruda, who firmly believes that there must be something wrong when things are out of the ordinary, will not accept any strange commission.

Strange things must have inside stories, and inside stories always hide dangers.

In other words, people with inside information are danger themselves and are not trustworthy at all.

Bruda believes that trust is something that is cultivated while getting closer to each other and joking with each other.

Most mercenaries would not make such a judgment.

For mercenaries, the most important thing is whether the reward received is commensurate with the risk.

Regardless of whether there is something hidden behind the commission, as long as they feel the risk is lower than the reward, they will happily agree.

This is the so-called mercenary's way of life - spending every day at the cost of his own life.

If you think about it this way, Bruda's method of judgment is cautious at best, but too timid for a mercenary at worst.

Suddenly, his aimless movements stopped. Bruda's gaze turned to the front—the mercenary guild.

Although it is different from the official guilds used by adventurers, everyone calls it a mercenary guild due to its nature.

Of course, there are individual contracts for commissioning mercenaries, but most of them are commissioned through the guild officially managed by Belphein.

The so-called mercenaries are inherently difficult to manage.

After all, people who work as mercenaries are basically homeless guys.

They generally hold the view that whoever provides milk is the mother, so they don't carry out activities in a fixed place.

If one day he can no longer do this, he will immediately switch from a mercenary to a thief.

However, that was outside of Belphein.

Belphein is the backing of the mercenaries, so as the "signboard" of the city, it is very necessary to keep fixed mercenaries on hand.

So, the most important thing is the management method.

If all work contracts were signed privately, even if Belphine succeeded in collecting a small amount of the remuneration, it would be difficult to grasp the exact situation.

If possible, it is best to centrally manage contract status and compensation and then charge fees like taxes.

The organization created out of this consideration is the Mercenary Guild.

Merchants entrust the guild to recruit necessary mercenaries, and the guild recruits mercenaries according to the merchant's request.

Sometimes the guild will provide mercenaries they have trained themselves, and sometimes the guild will recruit idle mercenaries like Bruda.

The advantage of a mercenary guild is that merchants can save themselves the trouble of negotiating directly with mercenaries; and as mercenaries, they no longer have to worry about the other party embezzling the rewards and making their hard work go to waste.

In a sense, this is a virtuous cycle.

Even so, the already meager remuneration had to be divided up partially between the union and Belphein, which was really unbearable for mercenaries who lived from day to day.

Therefore, this place, which Bruda usually does not want to enter, is a troublesome place for him.

But I drank a little wine today and I seem to be in good physical condition, so I'll go in and have some fun.

Thinking of this, Bruda whistled happily and put his hand on the door.

"Oh, there's a strange guy here. Let me make it clear, drunkard, there's no work for you right now."

As soon as I walked in, the guild boss threw out these words.

Of course, it's half-joking.

Bruda paid no attention to what the guild boss said; he simply hummed and staggered drunkenly before falling into a nearby chair.

Due to the recent fall of Crossmaria, merchants are still waiting and watching, not knowing whether they should go there.

So now that I'm staying in this temporarily idle guild, I shouldn't be kicked out.

Thinking of this, Bruda slumped in his chair and casually glanced at the guild boss, and found that he was removing the parchment pasted on the front of the guild.

That parchment was undoubtedly an order stamped with the seal of the Cathedral.

Normally, demolition is not allowed without permission.

"Ah, haha. Boss, if you want to change your faith, just bribe me. As long as I run to the cathedral and tell on you, I'll get the gold coins."

The boss said "Fuck you" and threw the crumpled parchment into Bruda's hand.

Naturally, the curl of the parchment gradually unwound, and the contents recorded on it slowly emerged.

"This is the Lord's order. He says we can't stick that thing on it for the time being."

"It's just a mess, putting it on and taking it off at will."

The boss muttered, complaining at the corner of his mouth.

While the boss's complaints rang in his ears, an article also appeared in Bruda's narrow eyes.

——The devout believers sentenced the witch Madia and the great sinner Murphy to death.

"The reward is... a sum I've never seen before? I wonder how many glasses of rum it's worth. Hmm, a good joke."

As if he found it quite amusing, Bruda raised his cheek slightly, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

Chapter 13: The General and the King

"Then I leave everything to you. I will convey this to my lord, Saint Madia. May the emblem guide us."

The envoy from the mercenary city of Belphein said this before leaving his seat, and even memorized the blessing of the Herald Cultists in his mind. He was really diligent.

Thinking of this, Mattia's eyelids trembled slightly.

So boring.

Mattia didn't say this out loud, but just nodded and said.

"Okay, let's move on. I hope our future will be better. God must also wish that."

With these words, the meeting with Belfin ended.

After the messenger left, Mattia took a deep breath, leaned her shoulders against the chair, and pursed her lips.

This should give people the impression that they are interested in forming an alliance.

Mattia's eyebrows drooped slightly, and her gaze became firm unconsciously.

Regardless of whether Belphein truly believed this, it cannot be said that he completely ignored the issue of alliance.

This result should buy us some time.

If the other party's attempt to test the alliance is interrupted now, the relationship between Crossmaria and Belphein will immediately become tense.

This will naturally lead to armed conflict.