After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

This can prevent the monsters from getting out of the maze and causing harm to Lars.

"They say you don't know how expensive firewood, rice, oil, and salt are until you run a household. I never thought I'd experience that now."

Feeling the difficulty of living, Murphy sighed unconsciously.

It’s a good thing his parents left him a house, otherwise the money he earned from solving mazes and taking commissions would just be enough to cover his three meals a day and accommodation expenses.

If you think about it this way, the world seems quite fair.

"Anyway, the next step is to be an adventurer and kill monsters to earn money."

"Then use the vision and knowledge of the Earth to find a way to make money."

"You can't keep taking risks. It's too dangerous."

Murphy was summarizing in his mind. In fact, he had experience in killing monsters and collecting materials to sell for money.

But now that his memory has been restored, the Earthling's instinct to survive has made him reluctant to continue fighting.

After all, if you die at the hands of a monster one day, that would be a huge loss.

"Having said that, we can't neglect our swordsmanship training."

In this strange world, strength must be the most important thing. Thinking of this, he sighed unconsciously.

"The future is difficult..."

And so, Murphy lay down on the bed and fell asleep with her clothes on.

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"Damn...this is such a hassle."

"I didn't expect you to be involved."

"sorry."

"She might try to kill you."

"I'll give you a random blessing."

"I'm sorry, I can't give you too strong a protection."

"If you can go to the labyrinth, perhaps we can meet."

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"That toy-like protection can't see through me."

Murphy suddenly woke up, and his body instinctively made him pick up the iron sword leaning against the bed.

In an instant, detailed information flooded into his vision, and the initial activation of the identification technique took away his consciousness.

[Iron Sword: An ordinary iron sword forged by a blacksmith, with a curved blade]

He extracted the key elements and obtained the above information.

"Is this... identification?" Murphy murmured uncertainly.

He searched his memory and found that there seemed to be no such magic as identification in this world.

Of course, it could also be that "Merphy" has limited experience and has never seen it.

"So, this is my golden finger?"

"It seems useless... What can identification techniques do?"

Murphy thought about it for a while and found that he could not think of any place where the identification technique could be used, so he put the matter aside for the time being.

He then put his newfound abilities to the test.

He found that items that were too common were generally impossible to authenticate.

Things like tables, chairs, and beds didn't show any information when he touched them, perhaps because they were too common.

Currently, the only item in the house that can be identified is the iron sword in his hand.

"Let's go and find out a little bit about the appraisal technique tomorrow."

Murphy thought so, lay back on the bed, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

He seemed to have forgotten the voice he had just heard.

Chapter 4 Ella

"Hey, Murphy, wake up, wake up, don't sleep anymore."

"Hmm... hm? Is it... Ella?"

Murphy opened her eyes and saw a girl standing beside the bed. She was about 1.65 meters tall.

He stared at the girl's face and recalled the information about the girl.

The girl's name is Ella. Like Murphy, her parents died in the war.

After that, she was also sent to the church as an orphan and grew up with Murphy.

That is the so-called childhood sweetheart role.

But unlike Murphy who has no talent, Ella seems to have a good talent for divine magic.

So after she became an adult, she was still kept by the church and trained as a novice nun.

Ella didn't wear her white monastic robe today, but a white dress with a few emerald green flowers dotted on the hem.

The long white hair, slightly longer than the shoulders, falls naturally, and under the bangs is a beautiful face.

Those lively black eyes were dotted on her delicate face, with a hint of cunning in them.

There was no doubt that she was very beautiful, so beautiful that Murphy had the illusion that she was dreaming.

Ella

【Saint Candidate】

Novice Sister

[Divine Art Level: B]

[Swordsmanship Level: None]

[Magic Level: None]

Suddenly, some information appeared in Murphy's sight.

"This is... Ella's personal dashboard?"

"Can identification techniques actually identify people?"

"The swordsmanship and magic levels are both zero, so that's not a problem."

"But her magic level is actually B? How come I didn't know that?"

Murphy gets a little church shock.

He grew up with Ella.

Although I knew that she had a certain talent for divine arts, I didn't expect that her divine arts level had already reached B level.

As far as I remember, the standard for reaching the B-level of divine magic is to be able to use healing magic, which should be one of the most important abilities in the divine magician system.

"And this guy actually became a candidate for the Saint? "

The Saint Candidate can almost be considered a stepping stone for people from the Church to join the team of heroes.

And if the candidate saint can join the team of heroes, then there is a great possibility that she will directly become a real saint.

Murphy tried hard to recall the knowledge of this world to analyze Ella's information.

As he was reviewing this information, Ella's voice brought him back to reality.

"Are you sleeping like an idiot? Why are you staring at me like that?"

"Didn't we make an appointment yesterday? Did you forget?"

Ella seemed to be embarrassed by being looked at. She turned her head away and changed the subject, with a blush on her face.

Murphy secretly turned his gaze away from her, and the identified information disappeared.

At the same time, he began to search his memory from yesterday and realized that the agreement the other party mentioned might refer to—

"A few months ago, the church in the royal city found the seventh generation of heroes. According to tradition, the heroes..."

"The Hero will travel the kingdom to inspire people and select teammates to fight together. You wanted to try your luck, but you were a bit stage frightened, so you asked me to go with you."

"I haven't forgotten, have I? And, that's not just a chance, I'm serious!"

"Even dreams have to be realistic."

"What do you mean by dream? I'm actually very talented, okay? Maybe there's a chance!"

"You guys only know how to attack me."

Murphy and Ella had had this conversation many times in the past.

This time, Ella expressed her dissatisfaction with his ridicule, just like always.

But unlike in the past, this time, Murphy apologized.

"I'm sorry. This is clearly your most important dream, but I've always denied it."

"Huh? Huh? Ahaha, it's okay, I didn't take it to heart. It's really your sincere apology that makes me uncomfortable."

Ella scratched her head, seeming a little embarrassed.

She didn't expect that this careless guy would apologize to her so seriously. After all, he has always been so ignorant of people's hearts.

There was a brief silence in the room.

"By the way, Ella, do you know anyone who can use the identification technique?"

"I don't know anyone who knows how to identify people. Or rather, I've never even heard of identification."

Murphy asked her own question to break the silence, but received a negative answer from Ella.

"I see. It seems likely that I'm the only one who knows the art of identification. From now on, I'll have to keep this a secret and not tell anyone else."

Murphy thought so and changed the subject under Ella's puzzled gaze.

"Speaking of which, the hero is here. Doesn't your church need to arrange some work for you future nuns? Why are you so free?"

"Hey, according to tradition, the hero will show up in the square on the first day and go to the church on the second day, so Mother Kelly gave us a day off today."

"Actually, I'm quite surprised that those stuffy old guys in the church actually allowed us to take a day off."

Kelly is an old nun from Lars Church. When Lars was first established ten years ago, she came here as the accompanying church leader and therapist.

She is the oldest nun in the Lars Church and the one who took care of Murphy and Ella, a group of poor orphaned children.

Ella and the other children who were close to her usually called her Mommy Kelly, while Murphy used to call her Aunt Kelly.

Although Ella is a novice nun in the church, she seems to have always hated the old-fashioned nature of the church's top leaders.

Murphy recalled this information, got up and sorted her clothes, smoothing out the corners of her clothes that were wrinkled from tossing and turning in her sleep.

He walked to the floor-length mirror in the corner of the room and took a closer look at himself.

Under the messy black hair are a pair of black eyes. The face and facial features are almost exactly the same as his past self, with only some differences in details.

Murphy estimated that this body was over 1.75 meters tall, shorter than her previous self.

After all, this body is only eighteen years old now, and he was twenty-two when he was killed on Earth.

He looked back at the face that was almost the same as before.

The edges and corners of this face are obviously more distinct than before.

There are some small scars on the forehead, which seem to be scratches.

His eyes were extremely sharp, completely different from his past self. This was the look that only someone who had experienced many battles would have.

The short stubble on his chin made this face, which was only eighteen years old, look a little old.

This guy is a bit sloppy... Murphy touched his chin, and the short, hard stubble was a bit prickly.

"Murphy, are you okay? Why do you seem a little weird?"

Ella's questioning voice came from behind.