After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

Murphy thought this in his heart while continuing to observe Bruda's expression.

When these words were first said, Bruda really didn't seem to have any special reaction.

But in the brief silence after he finished speaking, an expression of worry suddenly appeared on that face, as if he was suppressing his melancholy.

Noticing this, Murphy sat up on the bundled hay, waiting for Bruda's next words.

"… For example, how about that, just for example, employer? If I pointed my finger at that silver-haired woman, would you stop me?"

The voice sounded like it was spoken casually.

However, although Bruda's gaze seemed to be directed at her, Murphy knew that those eyes were actually staring at something farther away.

Murphy took out a cigarette from his pocket, and at the same time, his thoughts were turning around and around in his mind.

After a while, he slowly considered his words and spoke.

"...No, I won't stop you. If this is the only way, then this is the only way. A friend once told me this."

Putting the cigarette between his teeth and lighting it, Murphy felt the familiar smell filling his nose. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise, but his cheeks twisted slightly.

If Bruda said this from the bottom of his heart, or was moving forward according to his emotions, then what right did I have to stop him?

It's impossible. No matter what, I understand the pain of strangling your own emotions with your own hands.

And that kind of thing is totally not worth trying.

Therefore, I will not stop him and will never do anything to stop Bruda from moving forward.

But... having said that, there is no guarantee that other actions will not be taken.

To Murphy's surprise, after hearing her answer, Bruda just shrugged, whispered "Really?", and then sat on the haystack like her.

But then, she suddenly reached out her hand again.

What is this, that greedy hand? Thinking of this, Murphy couldn't help but reveal a puzzled expression on his face.

"Cigarette, cigarette, give me one too."

This was the only thing Murphy wanted to reject from the bottom of her heart.

What you are good at is not smoking but drinking. Trespassing into other people's territory without permission is something you should never do as a human being, Bruda.

However, even though Murphy forced an expression as if he had caught a bug, Bruda did not intend to retract his hand. Instead, he stretched his hand towards him even more fiercely.

"Haha... I'll give it all to you."

Murphy let out a huge sigh from deep within his gut and threw away all the cigarettes hidden in the inner pocket of his light breastplate.

Forget it, I was planning to quit smoking after this box anyway, so I might as well give it to this guy.

Thinking of this, Murphy took a deep puff of the only cigarette left on his lips.

Bruda, who was sitting opposite him, looked at him and said with a smile.

"That's quite generous of you, but why do you have such a sour face?"

Looking at Bruda who took out a cigarette from the box and held it between his lips with an immature gesture, Murphy asked back with a squint.

"What about wine? That's what you're best at, right?"

What was going on with Bruda all of a sudden? Even before, she had never shown any interest in tobacco.

By the way, what did everyone say about her back then... Oh, by the way, if you see a drunk guy staggering on the street with a bottle of wine in his hand, that guy's name must be Bruda.

Just as Murphy was recalling these things, Bruda spoke as if nothing had happened.

"—I've given up. There's no reason to drink anymore. So from now on, I want to try something else."

As he spoke, Bruda relaxed his cheeks and pointed to the cigarette in his mouth.

What? Qiu, please be kind and at least try something other than cigarettes. After all, there is no need to try this kind of thing, right?

After hearing what Bruda said, Murphy's cheeks twisted slightly.

Perhaps because he saw his shy expression, Bruda laughed even harder.

However, the smile that appeared on that face was much better than the fragmented expression in the past.

It's nice to do this sometimes. And so, Murphy started laughing too.

At this time, Bruda raised his cheeks again and said.

"Hey, employer, this is just an analogy. Once Weiss's treatment is finished, I won't have any worries. Then I can just find a place in the countryside to stay."

This was a way of speaking that was inexplicably full of reality, as if each sentence was carefully laid out word by word. It was a rare way of speaking for Bruda.

Then, that future is indeed possible.

Rather, it could be said that the reason why Bruda continued to live the life of a mercenary was entirely to pursue the figure of his sister Vistalinu.

So, now that Bruda has held Vistalinu's hand, there is no need for him to continue his mercenary work in various cities.

Living a fulfilling life with Vistalinu in the countryside would be even happier.

For some reason, that scene appeared very easily in Murphy's pupils. He did not interrupt, but just nodded and urged Bruda to continue.

The unique smell of tobacco passed through his nose.

"How about it, employer? Would you like to come along? It would be fun, sure. Or would you like to stay here and do something?"

Hearing this, Murphy's lips stopped moving.

He held the cigarette between his fingertips and narrowed his eyes.

The scene that emerged before my eyes was strangely realistic.

He stayed indoors in the countryside where even carriages didn't pass by, spending every day chatting about stupid topics with Bruda.

Vistalinu seems to have a very serious personality. If she sees us like this, she will definitely scold us severely.

As soon as I thought about it, I knew it must be a good day. Just as Bruda said, it must be very happy and not bad.

"I don't know what you want to do, but if you keep going like this, you'll have nowhere to go."

As he said this, Bruda took out a rolled-up piece of parchment from his arms and threw it towards this side.

As if finally freed from its restraints, the parchment suddenly revealed its body and instantly returned to its original state.

On it, a huge reward amount was marked, and there was also huge text on the side.

What I mean is this.

——Give eternal rest to Murphy, the Lord of Evil.

Isn't that too much? Murphy narrowed her eyes and muttered to herself.

Chapter 3 The Insidious Person (5000)

——Give eternal rest to Murphy, the Lord of Evil.

Looking at the parchment spread out on the round table, Gerard Kaliba narrowed his one eye unconsciously, and the shadows of the wrinkles and wounds carved on his face became deeper.

Then, he spoke in a hoarse voice that matched his age.

"That's quite something, that skinny little brat."

The white beard on his chin twitched as if in admiration, and a cheerful smile appeared on old Jed's face, which was full of wrinkles and scars.

This is undoubtedly a heartfelt compliment, the kind you would never use to praise someone of humble origins.

It was a rare moment of frank emotion from the sophisticated old Jed.

Really, I admire this kid who was nothing before, but now he has become famous in the world and has engraved his existence in history.

Although it is a bit regrettable, there is really nothing better than this.

——It seems that nothing is wrong now... I'll go look around and maybe I can do something big out there.

——If I stay here forever, under your protection, I will achieve nothing.

Old Jed couldn't help but think of what Murphy said when she decided to leave Lars.

At this moment, as if responding to his voice, the man sitting opposite him moved his lips and made a very exaggerated gesture.

"Oh, you know this guy? You still have such a wide network of contacts, Gerard!"

That man is a giant.

The chair he was sitting in was big enough for a normal adult man, or perhaps even a little too wide.

But with this man sitting on it, the chair looked very small.

I don’t know if it’s because of its huge body, but the way it speaks and its various behaviors are also very rough.

Really, Old Jed couldn't help but mutter softly, judging from his current appearance, how does he look like an upper-class person?

Although it didn't matter if he made a sound, it was an irreversible fact and the result would be the same no matter what, but Old Jed still didn't say it directly.

The giant's name is Roimets Ashburn, the father of Harrison Ashburn, the current head of the Ashburn family, a high-ranking noble family in the Kingdom of Leiden. He is the person who controls the entire Ashburn Earl family behind the scenes.

And the lord that Gerard Kaliba served.

Contrary to his tall appearance, his real talent lies in territory management and political struggle.

Even in the political arena of the Kingdom of Leiden, where the ambitions of other high-ranking nobles and the Grand Cathedral were intertwined, he still maintained an unshakable position.

After all, in political struggles, it is very necessary to be sensitive to other people's feelings and to be able to manage time properly.

If one of them is missing, no matter how good your strategy is or how outstanding your knowledge is, you will not be able to master the world of politics.

As a relative of the king, Roimets Achborn's political qualities were indeed very strong.

However, looking at his current careless behavior, he didn't seem like that kind of person at all. Thinking of this, Old Jed couldn't help but shrink his shoulders.

Then he reached out, picked up the wine on the table, and drank it in one gulp.

It has a mellow taste and rich aroma. It is a very high-quality wine that I have not tasted for a long time since Murphy left.

Gerard raised his empty glass, and the servant beside him immediately poured new wine into it.

"What kind of man is he, then, Gerald?"

The first question Roy Metz uttered made Old Jed's ears twitch.

The aroma of fresh wine seeped into his nostrils, and Old Jed narrowed his single eye, causing the wrinkles etched on his face to cast deeper shadows.

He knew that Roy Metz's eyes were always on him.

I couldn't tell. How should I answer? Old Jed's mind was filled with his own worries.

Should I say he's useful, or insignificant, or simply say there's no one better than him? Well, under normal circumstances, such boasting wouldn't be so bad.

However, this must be the answer that my lord is seeking now.

Thinking of this, Old Jed opened his lips and made a sound.

"He's an interesting guy, so interesting that you never get tired of watching him. But if you want to take him down, you can do it anytime."

After saying that, Old Jed once again moistened his lips with the high-end wine.

He believed that everything he had just said was an indisputable fact.

My disciple Murphy has become much more magnanimous than before. This is a great thing in itself, and I even want to praise him.

Although he chose an unorthodox path.

Moreover, although I said that just now, if I were to take Murphy as my opponent, I would never underestimate him.

However, that was indeed the answer the lord wanted to hear.

Old Jed couldn't help but stroke his chin beard with his fingers, and the wrinkles on his head deepened further.

"Is this the reason why Your Excellency summoned someone like me here?"

Old Jed moved his lips, his tone so firm that it seemed as if he was saying that there could be no other reason.

In a sense, that was a natural assumption.

On the surface, Old Jed is just an adventurer who hangs out on the border all day long. Just because of this, it is a rare thing for him to be invited to the mansion of a noble.

And speaking of the comments about Old Jed, although they were limited to the nobles, they were indeed some very bad things.

A sinister person, a venomous snake that feeds on evil, these are the terms that are often used when discussing Old Jed.

But in Old Jed's opinion, it was nothing, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with it. Instead, he felt that it was a fair evaluation of himself.

However, Roy Metz invited himself to the museum despite knowing the risks.