After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

"Boy, let's talk first."

"what happened?"

"Don't ask me for money after you finish drinking. I don't have that much money."

"No, don't worry."

"Good boy, take a day off today and drink!"

"..."

Murphy opened her mouth but no words came out.

He didn't expect that Gralin would close the shop just for a bottle of wine.

He was originally planning to ask the other party to reconsider.

But after thinking about it, he felt that there was no need to persuade him.

Anyway, I will have to ask him to help me repair the sword later, and he will make a lot of money then.

And Murphy didn't want to interfere with other people's decisions.

"Come on, kid, let's go out and buy some snacks."

"it is good."

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"Come on, drink!"

"it is good."

Murphy clinked his glasses with Gralin and took a sip of his ale.

Gralin had just bought the beer on the road. He said that this was the dwarves' favorite kind of beer.

It is cheap and available in large quantities. You can buy a whole bucket for less than a silver coin.

Murphy took a sip of wine, then put down the glass and took a bite of the snack.

These snacks were also bought by Gralin just now outside, and like the beer, they were all paid for by Gralin.

What Murphy just ate was a bit like a simplified version of cold shredded chicken.

That is, tear the cooked chicken breast directly into thin strips and mix it with seasonings to eat.

Murphy picked up the glass again and drank all the wine. He felt like he was drinking beer in another world.

That’s right, beer and ale are both brewed from wheat, so it’s normal that their flavors are somewhat similar.

Gralin also drained his glass, refilled it, and then dripped a few drops of the wine Murphy had bought into the glass.

He was reluctant to drink it directly, so he used this method to taste the flavor of good wine.

By the way, just now on the road, Murphy found an opportunity to use identification magic on Gralin, and the result was similar to what he guessed.

The full name of the dwarf blacksmith is: Gralin Hammer. He is a blacksmith by profession and has C-level hammer skills.

After that, Murphy successfully asked the other person's name through a simple conversation.

"Uncle Gralin, drink it without worry. I still have half a bottle of something better."

"Really?"

"real!"

Seeing Murphy nodded affirmatively, Gralin laughed out loud.

Seeing the happy look of the dwarf uncle in front of him, Murphy couldn't help but smile.

Dwarves are like this, they love wine like their life and are extremely simple.

"Hey, you're much more generous than your father."

"Let me tell you, when I was drinking with your dad, he would run away every day in the middle of drinking and then ask me to pay for his drinks."

"Damn it, he said something like I drank more than him, isn't it normal for me to pay a little?"

"Oh, by the way, when your father was secretly learning the craft, he still didn't pay me the apprenticeship fee."

"Hey, but you know what, your dad is really talented."

"He's been secretly learning for half a year, and he's learned most of what I know."

"Oh, what a pity, behind him——"

Gralin didn't finish because he suddenly realized that he had said too much.

He scratched his head and took another sip of wine, trying to hide his embarrassment.

But it was no use, he always had to say something.

"Stop staring at me. I just drank too much and my mind is all muddled."

"Hey, why am I telling you this?"

"...Uncle Gralin, it's okay."

"Actually, I don't have much memory of my father, but I still want to hear his story."

"..."

Gralin felt Murphy's sincere gaze and couldn't help but sigh.

But he still didn't say a word. He just kept repeating the action of pouring himself a glass of wine and drinking it.

Murphy didn't ask any further questions. He just looked at his father's former friend silently, waiting for him to finish drinking.

Finally, no more liquid could be poured out of the barrel, and Gralin could no longer escape.

He put down his glass, looked at Murphy, and spoke slowly.

"Your father did not die at the hands of the demons."

Chapter 3 Eight years ago

"Your father wasn't actually killed by the demons."

"He was attacked by the human behind him, no——"

Gralin lowered his head, and his voice began to tremble.

However, he finally continued speaking.

"No…it's not like that."

"In the final analysis, your father was killed by me."

Murphy felt her heartbeat slow down.

His brain didn't even react immediately to what the other person meant.

Looking at Uncle Gralin who lowered his head and trembled, Murphy's mouth opened and closed mechanically, unable to speak.

After a moment of silence, Murphy finally understood what the other person meant.

He spoke to the dwarf in front of him, his voice a little low.

"Uncle Gralin, are you kidding me?"

"No, Murphy."

"This is all my fault, it's all my fault."

"..."

Murphy looked at Uncle Gralin, whose voice had begun to sound like tears, and fell into complete silence.

He wanted to find out what was going on, but he didn't speak for the time being.

Because reason told him that things were not that simple.

So, he was waiting for Gralin to calm down, and at the same time, he calmed himself down as well.

After a while, Gralin calmed down a little and raised his head again.

Only then did Murphy see that there were two tear marks on his face, which had grown along his wrinkles.

Gralin poured a little wine into his glass from the bottle Murphy had brought.

"Uncle Gralin, can you tell me exactly what's going on?"

Gralin held the wine glass, but he didn't drink it. Instead, he stared at Murphy's face in a daze.

After a while, he seemed to suddenly react.

He stopped staring at Murphy's face and opened his mouth to answer his question.

"Your father helped me block an arrow that was tipped with deadly poison."

"Before the church members and the magician's antidote arrived, he couldn't hold on and passed away."

"And that arrow flew from the position behind us."

Murphy sat there expressionlessly, as if what he was listening to at the moment was not the cause of his father's death.

Gralin took a sip of the wine and felt the heat flowing into his throat.

He smiled bitterly and said with some self-mockery.

"Among those monsters, there's no one who can use a bow and arrow."

"As for those elves..."

"Although they are indeed masters of bows and arrows, and I also hate those self-proclaimed noble leaves."

"But they are too proud to attack their allies."

"..."

"Ah."

Murphy nodded, agreeing with Uncle Gralin.

Because elves really wouldn't do such a thing, they wouldn't even bother to poison.

Even if they really have to use poison, the elves will only use non-lethal paralyzing drugs.

Gralin's voice reached his ears again, with an unconcealable sadness in it.

"So, I dare say the one who shot the sneak attack must be a human."

"Actually, I can probably guess who that person is."

"......who?"

After hearing what Gralin said.

The dark emotion that Murphy had suppressed in his heart broke through the blockade in an instant.

His voice unconsciously rose a degree, and his hands hidden under the table trembled unconsciously.

But Gralin shook his head and did not directly answer Murphy's question.

"It's just speculation. Just like before, I still have no evidence."

"Let me tell you something else first."

"Yes, Uncle Gralin."

After hearing Murphy's agreement, Gralin continued.

That sounds like an irrelevant thing.

"You should know that I am a blacksmith, and blacksmiths are professionals who forge weapons for warriors."

"Every blacksmith's dream is to use the finest materials to craft weapons for the most powerful warriors."

"Even me and your father are no exception."

Gralin looked at Murphy, and only continued after Murphy nodded.

"You must have heard of it, right? There's a noble family in the Kingdom of Leiden called the Sword Saint Family."

"This Sword Saint family, also known as the Reinhardt family, has quite a few powerful swordsmen."

"Therefore, they have very high requirements for weapons."