After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

Even though a lot of patrolling guards were added, they were just wandering around carelessly. This level of security was enough for Bruda to take advantage of the opportunity.

Bruda blinked several times and started running.

Moving from one shadow to another on the street corner, she had done similar things countless times when she was a mercenary alone.

In fact, this level is very easy, but unlike then, she no longer feels out of breath. Maybe quitting drinking has worked.

No matter what, I came here on my own accord and will not return until I get useful information.

Thinking of this, Bruda gently moistened his lips with his tongue.

If possible, it would be best to bring back the head of the enemy's central figure.

——It seems that the employer’s name is indeed that guy, Luo Zuo.

Bruda narrowed his eyes, gripped the long needle tightly, and a sound came from his wrist.

Acupuncture was originally a technique used for assassination.

So let's go back to the starting point now. After all, being a mercenary and making a living by fighting is not suitable for me.

Here, let him admit it.

Prove to the employer your value in hiring him or her and make him or her understand that it makes sense to have you by their side.

For this, can we please ask this Luo Zuo to die?

Bruda's mouth opened wide, revealing his canine teeth, which were inexplicably sharp and cold.

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At the innermost part of the office is the ruler's chair.

Although it is not known when it was first used, this chair has what can be called gorgeous decorations and a thick cushion.

The chair that was supposed to be where Philos was sitting was now occupied by Rosso with his eyes closed and his head tilted back.

Because sitting up was not as comfortable as he had imagined, he hummed softly and thought to himself.

She, Philos Treat, must have thought the same thing. No, because it was her, maybe she didn't care about the feeling of sitting in the chair from the beginning.

"Lord Luo Zuo, is this convenient?"

The officer spoke politely to Rosso, who seemed to be taking a break.

Luo Zuo nodded slightly in response without much reaction, and listened attentively.

The content is very simple: due to the hostility with the Church of Heraldry, they are now short of troops, food, and manpower. Without the assistance of the Cathedral, they will not be able to hold out for long.

The officer said so.

"Lord Luo Zuo, when can we expect support from the High Priest?"

As if he had no interest in the officer's words, Luo Zuo interrupted him.

"It'll take a while, but until then, just get through it, okay?"

Luo Zuo said this calmly, and then he continued speaking in a high-pitched voice to the officer who had a confused expression on his face.

"It's very simple. If you don't have enough soldiers, let the old people and children take up arms. If you don't have enough food, you can gather it from the nearby villages. The same goes for manpower."

Rosso said this with a smile on his face, and the officer's eyes suddenly widened and he spoke at the same time.

"If that happens, the surrounding villages won't be able to survive the cold and snowy era. Many people, both the elderly and children, will die."

How clever and serious. Luo Zuo thought to himself, and because of this, he continued.

"So what? This is a battle fought in the name of God. Nothing is more important than that. At least that's what you all thought, and that's why you took up arms."

Rosso rolled his tongue and raised his lips as if to mock the officer.

The officer's expression stiffened and his face twitched, which seemed so funny to him that he added.

"That's why you betrayed Philos Tret, right?"

That's it. The officer said nothing more.

How strange! I was just stating the truth. Luo Zuo sneered inwardly at the officer who had fallen silent.

"By the way, there are adventurers in Philos, right? Let them attack the nearby monster nests. It's snowing already, so using the monsters should buy us some time."

"Of course, the city of Philos will also be affected, but there is nothing to worry about. This is normal." Luo Zuo said this to the officer and ordered him to make preparations immediately.

The clerk nodded and left the office without saying a word.

It's really pitiful, Luo Zuo thought. If Philos Tret was treated like other nobles, not locked up in a dungeon, but placed under house arrest in a VIP room, then as Large An said, it would be possible to hand himself over and restore Philos Tret to power.

But, those guys can no longer use this method.

The citizens who not only imprisoned the former ruler in the dungeon, but also condoned the violence against her and even joined in the violence against her, could no longer allow such a thing to happen.

So now, they can only obey themselves.

Thinking of this, Luo Zuo couldn't help but sneer to himself in the empty office.

What they are doing is not evil, but rather good. They are just pushing things in the direction they believe is right.

The result is.

She was sent to prison for doing the right thing, while the guy who thought he was right had to jump into the fire pit himself.

It really was just as I expected, everything was messed up.

Although I hope that those citizens will eventually realize that they are wrong and die in regret and pain, it is obvious that we cannot have too much expectations for people like them.

This is all I hope for. Those fools who boast that they are right should be given a suitable ending, even if they are not right at all.

Then, he also wanted to tell the girl he longed for, Philos Tret, that there was no salvation in this world, and no matter what, there would always be hopelessly crooked people.

This is exactly what Rozo can do, the greatest revenge against the city of Philos that once trampled on him.

All that needed to be done had been done. Now the city could only roll down the slope, and I should happily and easily accept the guidance of the Cathedral and escape from this city.

However, there are still two regrets in Luo Zuo's heart.

One is Philos Tret, whom he longed for and even admired, but he never convicted himself until the end.

The other is about that brilliant enemy, Murphy.

I want to drag that girl who believes she is right into the mud, and kick that dazzling enemy off the stage.

Luo Zuo does have that kind of desire that is full of human touch.

——If you are not upright, then do the most unrighteous things you can and spit on all the joys in this world.

Luo Zuo's pupils were shaking, and a solemn voice seemed to ring in his ears.

Chapter 24 Lantern Fire

——Let those who once despised and insulted me die with regret.

Philos Treat could no longer remember when this thought first occurred to him.

It could be when he was stared at by his brother-in-law with eyes full of lust, or it could be when he stepped into the Trett family home.

No, maybe when I first started to understand things, even if I couldn’t express it in words, I was thinking that way.

Deep in Philos Treat's memory were eyes, eyes that were always looking at her. In other words, she was always exposed to the gaze of more or less eyes.

Strange eyes, insulting eyes, lustful eyes, Philos still remembered that no matter which pair of eyes it was, they seemed to be figuring out himself.

That's right, those eyes staring at him, no matter which pair they were, were filled with insult and contempt.

I don't know when it started, but I started to hate facing those eyes looking at me.

So, Philos Treat decided.

I want to make sure that no one can despise or insult me. If there really is such a guy, I must twist his head off with my own hands. I swear on my heart.

So, Philos Trett asked himself, feeling the pain that had numbed his face.

How should he face these citizens who now look down on him? Could he really strangle a citizen he loved so deeply?

at this time.

——Ga, hum

The first thing I felt was a shock.

Then, a dull sound came from deep in my head, bursts of noise rang in my ears, and flashes of light and dark appeared in front of my eyes as if lightning had fallen.

When his body finally began to adapt to these phenomena, intense pain began to burn Philos Tret's spine.

In an instant, Philos clenched his teeth, closed his eyes, straightened his body, and prepared to deal with the pain.

I'm afraid he was hit by an iron rod or something like that. It feels like the flesh on his back has been cut off.

Because this feeling is so strong that the word "excruciating" is not enough to describe it.

In this way, Philos Treat curled up his body and whimpered before he could finally endure it.

"—!"

Philos knew that someone was calling him that, and it was a very dirty word.

Although she did not recognize the citizen's appearance, the other party probably knew her.

The citizens cursed and laughed at her ugly appearance.

Once again, Philos Tret heard the sound of a stick cutting through the wind. She tensed her muscles and prepared for the coming impact.

This time it was the thigh that was hit, and you could feel it. The force was so strong that it wouldn't be surprising even if the leg was broken.

In an instant, my feet jumped up as if they had lost consciousness, and my muscles began to heat up.

The unbearable pain seemed to blow away Philos Tret's rationality, making her want to hate this citizen.

But, that’s not possible. It’s not allowed.

With clenched teeth and creaking jaws, Philos Tretter thought.

I am the ruler, the one who governs the city of Philos. I must never do things like hate the citizens and burn with anger.

Hadn't I already decided to love the citizens more than anyone else and make this city prosperous? So even if I was beaten with sticks, mocked, and trampled on, I would never hate the citizens.

Of course, no one would know about Philos Treat's painstaking efforts.

The man raised the stick high and swung the weapon down while shouting and cursing.

"Die with regret! Enemy of the citizens!"

The iron rod aimed again and hit the girl's body.

In the dungeon where even moonlight could not penetrate, only the faint flame of the lantern caressed her cheek.

There was nothing left to see, only the lightless darkness covering Philos Tret's vision.

She knew that in a few seconds, the excruciating impact would hit her again, so she tensed her body again and prepared herself.

However, at this moment, a slightly swaying darkness appeared at one end of his sight.

In mid-air, there was a sound of something breaking into two pieces.

—That wasn’t the sound of beatings, but rather a sound that seemed to stick to the ears and tear flesh apart, echoing in the dungeon.

The pain never came no matter how long I waited. It was strange. I knew that after hearing the sound, there would be pain... Could it be that he was waiting for the moment when I relaxed my strength before hitting me, and then laughing at me for writhing in pain?

Thinking of this, Philos Tret still kept his body straight and opened his eyes.

Still, apart from the faint light of the lantern, there was only darkness itself.

The surroundings were not so much dark as they were painted with jet-black paint.

From that darkness, a voice was heard.

One was a groaning sound;

"Don't call me mean."

It was a voice I had heard somewhere before, a rough one, as if it was spoken carelessly.

"After all, I'm not a good person, and no one would point at mud and call it dirty."

Plop, the sound of something massive falling was heard.

The vision is still poor, and all that is spreading before my eyes is darkness.

But in the darkness, one could see his eyes, which were as sharp as knives and flashed with dangerous light.