After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

"Or is it simply because you like the mercenary profession? Hmm?"

Seeing Murphy's eyes turning towards him, Bruda's throat couldn't help but make a sound, and the brown hair swaying beside his ears brushed past the corners of his eyes.

Destroy this mercenary city? As expected, Murphy seemed to be acting abnormally.

Bruda thought that Murphy must be dreaming, and it was the kind of dream that only poor people would have.

It is precisely because the poor people are ignorant and unwilling to face reality that they have such extravagant and empty dreams.

However, what made Bruda feel incredible was that, even if it was just a little bit, Murphy really hit the nail on the head.

At the same time, Murphy's words also made Bruda feel confused.

After all, Murphy and I had only had a few conversations in this city.

Despite this, he would occasionally utter words that seemed to see through his heart and character.

Why is this? Is his observation ability really that high?

Bruda shrugged his shoulders. He knew that the reason he had such doubts was because he was still hesitating.

So, to avoid eye contact with Murphy, he opened his dry mouth, uttered the sound, and lowered his eyes.

"...Please pay the corresponding fee, plus a deposit. Also, I'd like to hear—right? How do you plan to turn this mercenary's lair upside down?"

"Very well, welcome, Bruda. As for your question...it's simple, it couldn't be simpler."

Looking at Murphy clapping his hands and smiling, Bruda felt a little uncomfortable for some reason.

The gesture and tone seemed to add a bit of energy.

Although we didn't spend much time together, nor were we in a life-and-death relationship, it was impossible to know the reason.

But, Bruda thought, at least that wasn't a bad thing.

"There's no need to completely destroy the city. It would be too difficult to face a giant named Belphein."

Murphy's words flowed without a trace of confusion.

It was as if everything had already been completed in his own mind, and all that was left was to declare it.

Suddenly, Bruda turned his gaze to Mattia, who was waiting earnestly for Murphy's voice.

What made him feel incredible was that Mattia actually accepted Murphy's words frankly.

Bruda couldn't help but think to himself, does she really trust Murphy that much?

"So, to make everything fatal—just create a little crack, that's all. The reason why giants are fatally wounded is often from the toes."

Chapter 26 The Shadow Climbing Up My Back

"...What, you little brat, are you planning to assassinate the lord after all?"

As if reacting to Murphy's words, Bruda muttered nonchalantly.

Somehow, these words carried a sense of nostalgia, causing Murphy to open her mouth and show her teeth.

"At first, I really thought so, wanting to wash away the shame with my own hands. However, going back to the old ways is no fun."

Murphy's casual words made Saint Matthias's eyes suddenly sharp.

That sharp gaze, as if to pierce the viewer, penetrated Murphy's body and pinned him to that spot.

It was as if it was saying wordlessly that such a thing must not be allowed to happen.

I clearly said I wouldn't resort to that kind of means again... Really, the Saint doesn't seem to realize that her gaze is harmful to others.

Thinking of this, Murphy's eyelids twitched as if they were in spasm.

Yes, although in the past, those guys did spread some indelible mud in the depths of memory.

But if you insist on repeating the same mistakes just for revenge, that would be too stubborn.

After all, it's all in the past.

Besides, there is a better way.

"-Murphy, I respect your ideas. However, if you are too reckless, I will have to intervene. Then you must listen to me. Do you understand?"

As if her sight alone wasn't enough, Mattia's voice became sharper.

Murphy raised one eye and spoke.

"What? Is there any danger? Listen, Madia. This city called Belphein is run by two gears. There are other components, but these two are the core. In other words, if we want to deal with Belphein, all we have to do is stop those two gears from meshing with each other."

There is no need to explain what gears are.

Mordo Gorn the Plunderer.

Then there is his daughter, the Iron Princess Vistalinu Gon.

It is precisely because these two people work so well together that the city can continue to operate. It can be said that they are an example of mutual help and learning from each other's strengths and weaknesses.

Of course, it doesn’t mean that Belphein’s problem will be solved immediately as long as one of the parties falls.

I'm afraid that whether it's Moldo or Vistalinu, in terms of ability, one person can achieve rule.

If they lose one, they can still maintain the status quo to some extent.

But that’s all there is to it. At most, we can continue to manage it.

This kind of Belphein is completely different from the threat posed to the city today.

"Want to alienate those guys? Impossible."

Bruda said this as he opened the bottle of wine on the table.

It seems like I can't bear it anymore.

Thinking of this, Murphy took out the tobacco that he had always carried with him but had never lit from his arms and put it in his mouth.

Come to think of it, I haven't tasted tobacco since I returned to the present.

If I hadn't returned to Belphein and met Bruda, I'm afraid I would never have such an opportunity again.

After all, at that time, he and Bruda lived on cheap tobacco and inferior rum every day.

Bruda, with his stomach full of rum, made a loud noise in his throat, exhaled, and continued.

"The assassination method is still more promising. Those guys are too strong, and the relationship they have formed is so strong that it is enviable."

Bruda's eyes, slightly drunk, seemed cloudy and unclear as if covered by a film.

The words that come out of his mouth seem to be expressing his inner feelings.

However, there is nothing we can do about it.

After all, it is impossible for Bruda to remain calm when it comes to this topic.

This Bruda, who was a little different from usual, also made Mattia look at him in surprise.

"No, that's not the case. I was convinced after seeing it. They do mesh like gears, but what's going on inside is hard to say."

Yes, they do appear to be meshing together, but they are fundamentally different.

One side is essentially a predator, believing that life is about taking something from others;

On the other hand, some people believe that humans are born to protect something.

Now, they are just temporarily together and seem to be doing well.

The part that was not bitten was just covered by the lid called father-daughter love.

However, just a slight deviation can finish them off and the gears will never turn again.

After hearing Murphy's words, Bruda, who had been pouring rum into his throat, suddenly stopped.

He tilted his eyes to the side, an expression that showed he couldn't understand the intention of Murphy's words.

Then, as if urging him, he placed the bottle of rum on the table.

So, Murphy continued.

"All it takes is an opportunity to let their doubts emerge from the depths of their hearts, and then spread the seeds of doubt."

"The seeds of doubt." Mattia kept muttering this to herself, as if she had already figured something out.

Murphy hadn't expected Mattia's reaction at all, and was distracted for a moment, but then he came to his senses and continued speaking.

"If even one of the sown seeds sprouts, the rest will be easy. In daily conversation, they'll probably reconcile as usual. But in their hearts, the child will doubt their father's love, and the father will worry about the child rebelling against him. In the blink of an eye, love can turn into mud."

What would happen if the gears that have stopped meshing still wanted to move and forcibly twisted their bodies?

This issue has already been resolved, and all that remains is immediate collapse and loss of function.

The most powerful curse in this world is doubt.

And this feeling of doubt will never be erased from people's hearts.

Even if you try to struggle and cover yourself up, it will poke its head out from the shack as soon as it gets a chance.

Murphy understood it well, better than anyone else present.

"It seems you are quite confident." Bruda moved his lips, and slowly opened his hazy, drunken mouth.

"As for my origin, I am quite confident in my own bad intentions. Just wait and see. I know exactly when people will doubt others."

As soon as the words came out, Madea interrupted: "——Merphy."

However, she did not add any words, just one word.

However, the word sounds like a reproach.

This is not to belittle myself, it's just a joke to ease the atmosphere... It's just one sentence, isn't the Saint a little too nervous?

Thinking of this, Murphy shrugged his shoulders, took the tobacco from his lips, and exhaled the air that was trapped in his lungs.

In an instant, the familiar, comfortable smell, which also made him frown, floated in the air.

In short, the paint is already in this hand, and the only thing left is how to paint it.

What will the two of them do then?

Just as Murphy was thinking, Bruda suddenly put the bottle to his mouth and drank all the wine in one breath.

Then, his throat made a loud noise as if it didn't like being burned by the wine.

After putting down the bottle, a hollow light bloomed in Bruda's pupils, and he slowly looked at Murphy.

"—Let me go. Ha, of course I'll go. I'll crush all those guys' gears, the bond between father and daughter, and so on."

The tone of his voice showed that he was obviously drunk.

But it is true.

Bruda originally liked to drink, but he couldn't hold his alcohol well. It would be more accurate to say that he had a physique that made him get drunk very easily.

So, Murphy often saw him drunk and falling asleep on the side of the road.

And every time this happened, Murphy had to move him back to the inn.

Drunk, Bruda's speech became a little slow and his eyes gradually lost focus.

Yet, despite this, those eyes did turn towards Murphy.

Murphy couldn't help but look away.

Because that figure overlapped with Bruda, who had been with him in the past, in a very unpleasant way.

It was the same Bruda he had seen in the past, the night before the attack on Mordo.

Chapter 27 In Hand

A silver light shone across my vision. Almost immediately, the unique, joyful sound of metal bouncing echoed.

——Zin, Ding

The flash that knocked down the long needle was no longer silver, but a black blow.

The battle axe with a black tip and polished to a shine, no, it should be called a spear axe.

The weapon of Iron Givistalinu is not a simple axe, but an alternative weapon, like an axe tied to the tassel of a spear.

From the perspective of outsiders, the gun and axe would be clamped by the center of gravity at the front end, and ordinary people would not be able to operate them normally.

So, Murphy once thought.

If it were a weapon that looked bulky, wouldn't Bruda's long needle be useful?