After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

However, the result was the same. In front of the city gate, no one came to rescue her, and there was no resistance.

How is this any different from selling her out to us? Luo Zuo gritted his teeth.

What did she think when she heard about the soldier's betrayal? Luo Zuo quietly waited for the response that Philos Tret would have.

After a while, the hoarse sound, sometimes mixed with coughing, was heard again in the underground cell.

"Is that so? I see—so, what are your plans for the future, Luo Zuo?"

"I see," was all Philos Tret said about the soldiers' betrayal.

Were those words filled with sorrow and anger? Or were they simply no emotions at all? Luo Zuo silently accepted the words she spoke slowly, enduring the pain.

"I don't know if you want power or gold. If we use all the city's forces to fight a full-scale war, we can probably hold our own against even the Church of Heraldry. However, if we do that, we won't be able to survive the cold spell. Supplies and everything else will run out, and the city itself will become unviable."

One after another, behind the iron gate, Philos Tret told Rozo his thoughts.

"Although there are limits, the People's Assembly will probably listen if you say so. However, if a war really breaks out with the Church of Heraldry, the city of Filos will be destroyed sooner or later. You can't count too much on the Cathedral's assistance."

Hearing the voice, Luo Zuo slightly relaxed his clenched teeth, closed his eyes, and nodded quietly.

Everything she said was correct, nothing was wrong.

She was sure that even in this dungeon, her brain still did not stop thinking.

Even though she was treated like a betrayal, she was not dominated by resentment or hatred, but just kept thinking about the affairs of the city.

Wherever she is, she is the righteous ruler of the city of Philos.

She must, even in this situation, still love this city and its citizens.

As expected, she and I are completely opposite. Luo Zuo clenched his fists in front of his chest and spoke.

"My wish has not changed, either now or in the past. I just... hate this city, whether it's you or the People's Association."

Those were words that hadn't been spoken in a long time, words that came directly from the bottom of Luo Zuo's heart, without any pretense. Luo Zuo continued speaking like this.

"Lord Philos Tret. I only want to give you one piece of advice—you are undoubtedly right, and that rightness is simply fascinating, but..."

Philos listened to Rozo's words silently, and she didn't seem to have any intention of refutation or interruption.

Once again, that high-pitched voice, totally out of place in a prison, rang out.

"In this world, there are people who cannot live with what is right. It has nothing to do with being strong or weak. It's just that some people are forced to live with the nature of their mistakes."

"Just like me." Luo Zuo didn't say this.

He just threw this sentence into the iron gate, without waiting for a reply, and turned away, leaving the cell without looking back.

- Remove Philos Tret from power and weaken the power of the city of Philos.

Most of the tasks assigned to me have been completed, and the only thing left is to moderately weaken the energy of the Heraldic Army.

Luo Zuo placed the secret letter received from the Kingdom of Leiden into the light and shook his beard slightly.

Chapter 13 Unexpected Voice

Unconsciously, his shoulders began to tremble, and Murphy bent the tips of his gloved fingers several times and exhaled.

Now, the temperature has reached the point where you can see white mist just by exhaling.

While Murphy tried to hide himself from the cold, he leisurely rode his horse's hooves along the road with the soldiers.

Only today, the neighing of the war horses was very honest, and the bravado and tension on the soldiers' faces also subsided.

There's nothing we can do about it. After all, today we're neither going to the battlefield nor to train. We're just going to receive supplies from the city of Philos and exchange intelligence.

If that was the purpose, the morale of the soldiers who came to escort them would naturally dissipate, whether they wanted to or not.

Thieves, bandits and the like would not be foolish enough to go against a small but well-equipped army, and it would take some time for the monsters to become fully active.

Moreover, the soldiers here are also experiencing tense days due to continuous training and fighting.

Even so, the Heraldic Cult camp of Saint Madia could not let their guard down.

So, just for this brief moment, Murphy wanted to give them a break.

What's more, he himself was sitting leisurely on his horse chewing candy, so it would be too tactless to ask the soldiers to be on guard.

Murphy held the coat draped over his military uniform in place with his hands, and a sound came from his frozen throat.

"So, Ann, what's the name of that helper?"

Murphy said to Lalge An, who was riding the same warhorse with him and holding on to him from behind to stabilize his body.

Although the footsteps of the soldiers walking around were very noisy, the dry air should be able to transmit the sound sufficiently.

An's answer was quite unclear, as if he was holding his mouth with a scarf or something else.

"Yes. He's a representative from the People's Assembly, a man named Luo Zuo. I heard he's quite an eloquent speaker."

After listening to the details, I found out that the reason why the city of Philos only deployed a small number of troops in the Battle of Shanio seemed to be because of the assistance of this man named Luo Zuo.

I see, that's how it is. They did a really good job, although we did pay the corresponding money.

Just as Murphy was thinking this, An added, "His mouth is the only thing that's capable of that. He seems to have some similar negative comments about him."

For a moment, Murphy felt a sting in her ears.

After all, that was very similar to him before, and even now, to this day, he still used his tongue a lot.

It's not surprising to be told that someone used his tongue to incite others and lead them to the battlefield to die.

In this way, Murphy felt a resonance with the man named Rosso.

I just heard that he will be here for the materials handover. So, if the opportunity is right, it would be nice to have a drink with him. Maybe we can have a very pleasant chat.

Thinking of this, Murphy uttered words.

"An has seen him before, what kind of person is he?"

After asking this, he felt An nod behind him.

Ann seemed to be very sensitive to the cold, and her voice seemed to tremble slightly.

"Yeah. I've only spoken with him a few times, but... yes, he's someone I can trust for the sake of the gold."

Doesn't that mean he's not the kind of person you can trust from the bottom of your heart? When Murphy's mouth drooped, she wanted to ask this question.

——whoosh——

Behind him, at a considerable distance away, there was a sharp sound of something hard and heavy, tearing through the sky.

Then there was a pause, and then a sound like something was broken.

And, it's right next to you.

Hearing the sound, Murphy's ears twitched as if they were cold.

Because the sound was neither like the sound of trees bending in the wind nor the sound of a freight cart wheel breaking.

There was no doubt that it was the sound of flesh and blood being torn and scattered.

Murphy shifted his gaze to the side and discovered that a red and black gash had appeared on the head of the soldier who was shaking his spear beside him.

Just a quick glance at him, and I really couldn't imagine that he was the person who had been talking until just now.

On the ground, fist-sized stones covered in blood were rolling.

It's not natural, but a stone bullet processed by humans.

In an instant, the air was filled with tension, and even the space itself seemed heavy as if suffocating.

This heaviness made the horses and soldiers stop.

Just then, "whoosh", "whoosh", "whoosh", a series of wind-breaking sounds came from behind them.

Without thinking much, Murphy made a sound.

"—Don't stop, run! You'll die! Run!"

As his throat made a sound, Murphy pulled the reins of the warhorse.

The moment they heard his words, the soldiers reflexively stepped forward.

If they didn't run, they would be killed by the stone bullets thrown from behind. The army that stopped was undoubtedly the best bait for long-range weapons.

What's going on? What happened? Although Murphy immediately gave instructions to the soldiers, only questions were spreading in his mind.

I don’t know the reason behind being targeted, nor do I know who did it and where.

However, whoever they are now, they have indeed expressed hostility towards us, that is the only thing that is certain, and they are using such a dangerous method as throwing stones.

The sound of it cutting through the wind and the destructive force made it impossible for it to be thrown by hand. It must have been a slingshot.

Although slingshots are different from bows and arrows and may lose some accuracy, the murderous intent contained in them is definitely not false.

Stone, a clear weapon, kills repeatedly with the weapon called speed. If it can go with the wind, it can easily penetrate even iron armor.

Several times, the sound of cutting through space hit Murphy's ears.

At the same time, I could hear the sounds of soldiers falling and trees breaking around me. It felt like the sounds themselves had a lot of weight to them.

Fortunately, the guys throwing stones didn't seem to be very skilled, and occasionally you could see some stone bullets straying far away from the troops and flying into the forest.

Originally, slingshots were a better alternative to bows and arrows because they were easy for even laymen to use.

From this point of view, bandits and militias prefer to use slingshots compared to regular armies, so well-trained slingshot troops are quite rare.

Just as Murphy was thinking this, his thoughts suddenly touched something extremely cold, a coldness that was completely incomparable to the surrounding coldness.

A very bad idea appeared in his mind.

The people who use catapults are at most bandits and militiamen, but would bandits really attack a fully armed army?

That's simply impossible. If they were bandits, they would definitely raise their spears first at the unarmed people or the caravan. How could they possibly attack an army marching with empty carriages?

In other words, this was not an act of plundering for the sake of supplies, but an act of fighting with a clear murderous intent.

——Now, who, which force, is attacking us?

It couldn't be bandits. If it were the Cathedral's army, it would be much more efficient to crush us with bows and arrows rather than throwing stones.

If that's the case, there's only one remaining force nearby.

Militia of the municipality of Philos.

This is ridiculous. How could that be possible? Why would they do that? Right now, there's absolutely no reason for them to be hostile to us or the Heraldry Cult.

Rather, now that we have entered a cold period, foolish actions such as fighting will only lead to the destruction of the city.

Therefore, such a ridiculous thing is impossible to happen.

"Hold on tight, Ann."

The warhorse neighed, Murphy bent his body, and was forced by the roar that was tearing through the sky approaching from behind, and drove his horse towards the predetermined meeting place.

Something like cold air was running on his back.

Chapter 14: Evil People and Evil People

Here it comes, here it comes, the devil is coming with footsteps.

Luo Zuo shrugged his shoulders and looked down at the scene from the gate of the city of Philos. His pupils swayed unconsciously and his heart screamed loudly.

The Heraldry group came galloping along the road like sheep being chased by dogs.

They were so fixed on the subject that they didn't pay any attention to anything else.

Of course, there is no one who can move forward triumphantly even when stones are thrown at him from behind.

Moreover, although they are fully armed, they have no intention of fighting, so their bodies and minds will not be prepared for fighting.

So, here they come.

Mistakenly thinking it was an attack by bandits, they should have arrived at the gates of Philos. Luo Zuo kept whispering this in his mind, as if to tell himself that everything would go smoothly.

Today, even Luo Zuo has no room for bravado.

Things like combat and tactics were simply beyond Luo Zuo's capabilities.

For Luo Zuo, who believes that his only talent is his mouth, he should avoid wars where his tongue is useless at all costs.

Should I really stop? Things like this are out of my control.

Maybe it can still be salvaged now, maybe sacrificing one's own life can put an end to all this.

The Heraldic Army probably doesn't know that the soldiers of the city of Philos have already bared their fangs.