After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

Yes, thank you from the bottom of my heart.

Iron Princess, Vistalinu, rode the magical horse and turned back to the alley.

There was no need to stay in such a filthy place, or even look at it. As if to declare this, the sound of horse hooves began to clatter.

And at the moment the horse's hooves started moving.

"—It looks impressive on horseback, but it's actually just thanks to the power of steel, right?"

Two sentences, overlapping each other.

The rhythm of the language is different, the choice of words subtly different.

Yet the tone and heat of the voice were exactly the same.

Murphy and Bruda, who stood up beside him, spoke at the same time.

Although the volume was not loud, the sound was transmitted clearly to Steel Princess's back.

Moreover, that sound was like a severe slap, shaking Steel Princess's back.

Immediately afterwards, Steel Princess also turned around in an instant.

That face that was usually very indifferent, as if covered with steel, suddenly showed an unimaginable smile and said.

"—I remember your appearance clearly. Don't expect to live a stable life here."

That shows that she didn't ignore our words.

It also means that she will not buy it, and will not just endure it without any revenge.

Just like that, after making her announcement, Iron Princess swayed on her horse and leisurely left the alley.

Ahhh, I am really looked down upon.

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"I don't think I'm very smart. But you are just a complete fool."

Accepting the invitation, Murphy came to Fengyue Street and entered a cheap inn used as a base by Bruda.

You're such a good fellow, you used to use the same place as your base, do you like brothels?

However, although his base is hanging here, it seems that he has never been seen to buy prostitution.

Unconsciously, Murphy stroked her chin with her hand and narrowed her eyes while lost in thought.

They were fighting for their lives just now, but now they are breathing in the same room like this.

Life is truly wonderful. Is this what they call sympathy?

After all, both sides have been targeted by the ruler of this city - Iron Princess.

If I continue to stay here in the future.

Even if you are just chatting casually in the tavern, you might be targeted by Iron Princess's admirers.

"Ah, of course I know. I've never considered myself smart since I was born."

As if agreeing with Bruda's point of view, these words came out of Murphy's mouth naturally.

However, the moment he said this, he was stunned.

No, no matter how I think about it, I am indeed an idiot.

Really, what the hell am I doing?

Why would you say something like that? It's terrible.

Saying these things is meaningless, inappropriate, and even irrational.

Damn, what an idiot.

"Well, it's certainly not a nice word. But it's not unpleasant either. To me, it's not a bad word."

These words sounded like what Bruda really meant.

Although he was not good at speaking vaguely, the tone of this sentence was particularly frank.

Then, Bruda added with a smile: At least you don't seem to be the kind of person who would take advantage of others.

It's a subtle way of building trust.

Being trusted when someone is found to be incompetent is probably a very novel thing no matter where you are.

There were no chairs in the room, the only semblance of furniture being a table and a creaky bed.

So Murphy had no choice but to sit on the bed helplessly.

Bruda lifted his cheek, tilted his hat, and poured the cheap rum into his glass.

Just like that, he didn't say a word, but just remained motionless, as if waiting for something.

This action is the gesture he made when he said, "Let me hear what you have to say."

No matter what, it seemed that for him, it was a very shameful thing for him to take the initiative to inquire after turning a deaf ear to it in the past.

He seemed to feel that if he didn't listen carefully to what the other person said, he would feel embarrassed.

The charming voice of a woman trying her best to attract business came from all around, and Murphy spoke while baring her teeth while recalling those nostalgic times.

"Bruda, if you plan to stay in this city, I'd like to hire you as a mercenary."

The rum poured into Murphy's mouth burned her throat.

Wow, this guy really likes such low-quality wine.

As he thought this, Murphy put the wine glass back on the table and added.

"The content is - I need to remove one of Belphein's two gears. That's all."

Bruda's slender eyes suddenly widened.

The hesitation of wanting to ask "What are you talking about?" and not knowing how to answer kept swaying in his pupils.

However, Murphy already knew the answer.

Although he was somewhat shaken, Bruda must have made up his mind.

In short, the reason why Murphy's former friend Bruda stayed in Belphein was exactly the same as Murphy's intention.

Chapter 17 Overlapping Roads

When Bruda woke up, he found that the sun was already hanging in the sky.

In other words, it is already noon.

Bruda poured the rum in the glass into his mouth and swallowed it in one gulp.

On days when you can't sleep, this is the best way to fall asleep.

For Bruda, that was almost a daily compulsory course.

After all, he hasn't been able to sleep peacefully for a single day in all these years.

So he started drinking heavily and always got drunk.

Every day, he would let the cloudy rum flow down his throat.

Although the worse the quality of the rum, the more headache it would cause, this was exactly what he wanted.

After all, this way he could fall asleep faster.

Therefore, someone told him again and again that he would die early.

In addition, some people advised him not to die in mediocrity.

But that didn't matter, because Bruda had never thought about living long, nor had he ever thought about dying peacefully in his bed.

On days like these, if you don't put everything behind you, you can't survive.

Suddenly, it occurred to Bruda that maybe that guy was the same.

So, he turned to look at the man who was sleeping soundly in the cheap bed.

Well, it doesn't look like he's going to get up at all.

But that doesn’t matter, I have my own things to do here.

Then, this man's name is Murphy, a traitor belonging to the Church of Heraldry and a rumored great sinner.

But Bruda couldn't see it at all.

Even if Murphy was sleeping in front of him at this moment, he would only think: Did I recognize the wrong person?

The reason why Bruda thought so was entirely because of Murphy's attitude of only caring about the present and not the future. That was the reason.

After all, he actually dared to speak rudely to Vistalinu, the ruler and guardian of Belphein, known as the Iron Princess.

To disobey her words is no different from seeking death.

Of course, Bruda himself has no right to criticize others.

Then, add more.

What this person said last night after getting drunk was unimaginable.

—I'm going to remove one of Belphein's two gears. That's all.

The moment he heard these words, Bruda's ears shook slightly, and his heart was clearly shaken.

Even now, he still remembers the image of his brown hair dancing in his vision.

How serious are you, really? Are you sincere?

Is it just a drunken complaint, or is it the true words hidden deep in his heart?

Bruda didn't know, and he didn't know whether he should ask the other party.

But there was only one thing he was sure of.

This is something only people who are tired of living would consider.

This city called Belphein is both messy and exquisite, simple and complex.

Therefore, there will definitely not be any loopholes that could allow a mere mercenary to take advantage of.

In the end, Bruda could only think that both he and Murphy were probably the same.

Maybe he does have some abilities, so he started to talk about this city.

No need to think about it, this is definitely the case.

After all, when he said these words, the expression on his face did not show the confidence that only a strong person could have.

Then he must be dreaming.

Bruda thought that if it was just a dream, it would be nice to accompany him.

After all, dreams are nothing, as long as you do what you like.

The result is.

Whether one likes it or not, there will come a day when one will not even be able to indulge in fantasy, and there is a high probability that one will give up everything after that, even the thought of living.

I, yes, must be like that too.

A huge sigh emerged from the depths of Bruda's heart as he was washing his face.

I don't have the strength to survive in this world.

I can only live a meaningless life, eat meaninglessly, drink and sleep meaninglessly.

That's it, that's life.

And life is inertia.

In the past, my father lost his life and dignity because of the betrayal by the man he called his best friend, and he also lost his sister and everything.

From that day on, there has been no change in this lazy life.

Bruda envied those who could burn their hearts like a furnace and then take revenge.

Because he knew very well that he didn't even have that kind of energy, and all he had left was the laziness of wanting to live his life doing nothing.

Suddenly, Bruda's nose twitched slightly.

A different smell came from the room.