After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

For example, he said that the dragon was hiding in the maze from the beginning, but he happened to meet Candice who was confronting it.

For example, he said that he single-handedly resisted the dragon's attack and then delayed it until Candice successfully cast a spell.

In fact, this is the truth. He did not deceive Gralin. He just omitted some information to slightly change his thinking direction.

This is called the art of speaking.

Murphy said this for two reasons:

The first purpose was actually to prevent Gralin from worrying;

The second and most important purpose is to show him his current strength.

Only in this way would Gralin believe that he had the strength to go to the royal capital and escape unscathed after cleaning up the scum.

Only in this way would Gralin tell me the information about his apprentice.

But Murphy didn't say anything too outrageous to prevent Gralin from not believing him.

However, although Gralin was shocked by what Murphy said, he did believe some of what he said.

But in fact, this is not what Gralin wanted to hear. He just wanted to know whether Murphy took something that did not belong to him.

But judging from what I just said, there seems to be no problem.

So, Gralin no longer worried about this matter.

"Well... never mind. As long as you don't do anything bad, I'll take care of this for you."

"But, since you're using this, then that sword..."

Murphy shook her head and said.

"I didn't say I was going to use it. I asked you to take care of it just so you can carry it with you."

"So, Uncle Gralin, please repair my previous sword first, and then use it to forge swords."

"...Okay, no problem. Come get the sword in a few days."

"But this one will take a little longer."

After listening to this, Gralin thought about it for a while and felt that there was no problem. After all, Murphy had asked him to deal with it, so it didn't matter whether it was sooner or later.

So he nodded and agreed to Murphy.

Although he was also a little curious why Murphy made a sword out of dragon horn and carried it with him, and never used it.

However, his professional ethics as a blacksmith prevented him from paying too much attention to his customers' secrets.

Anyway, as long as Murphy didn't obtain this dragon horn through improper means, there would be no problem.

Murphy reached out and handed over the dragon horn.

Gralin wiped his hands on his body, as if afraid that the wine stains on his hands would stain the pure dragon horn, and then he took it carefully.

His eyes were unconsciously glued to the dragon's horns.

One of the best materials in the world is now in your hands, and you also have the opportunity to use it to forge weapons.

"Uncle Gralin..."

Just as Gralin was immersed in the beauty of his dream coming true.

But suddenly he heard Murphy calling his name. He waited for the other party to say something next, but there was no follow-up.

He raised his head with some confusion and asked.

"how----"

Gralin didn't finish because he met Murphy's eyes.

What kind of eyes are those? What kind of emotions are hidden in those calm eyes?

Hatred? No... not that kind of low-level stuff.

But it was some more terrifying, unspeakable, dark feeling.

"..."

Gralin avoided Murphy's gaze and remained silent.

He actually knew. He knew what the other person wanted to say or what he wanted to ask.

But Gralin didn't know whether he should tell him.

I did believe a little bit of what Murphy said just now, but only a little bit.

For example, the dragon in the maze is probably real.

For example, the story that the gray hat defeated the dragon with two magic spells was probably true.

And Murphy must have put in some effort, perhaps quite a lot, so he received a dragon horn as a reward.

However, he didn't know how strong Murphy was now.

Is it really as he said, that he is strong enough to hold back the dragon by himself?

Of course it was fake, Gralin knew it very well, it must have been exaggerated by Murphy.

He does have a certain level of strength now, and is certainly not weak, but it is still not enough compared to the dragon.

So, he tried to avoid this issue as much as possible. He didn't want his deceased friend's children to die.

But he also knew that he couldn't escape for much longer.

Because of Murphy's look...I'm afraid he won't leave if he doesn't get the answer he wants today.

After a while, Gralin finally made up his mind when he felt that he had to say something.

He sighed, then raised his head to meet Murphy's gaze and spoke slowly.

"Kid, give me some more time. I need to...think about it."

"How long will it take?"

"...when the dragon horns are dealt with."

"Then I would like to thank Uncle Gralin first."

Murphy's expressionless eyes disappeared, replaced by a smile.

His eyes curved, and he smiled and nodded at Gralin.

Then he continued.

"Then I'll be leaving first. Please, Uncle Gralin, help me deal with the weapons."

"...Okay, those aren't any biggies, go ahead."

Gralin was stunned for a moment by Murphy's sudden change of attitude, but he quickly recovered his composure.

He waved his hand at Murphy, indicating that he didn't need to worry about it.

Murphy nodded to Gralin again, then turned around and left.

Now, since he has nothing else to do, he might as well go and see old Jed first.

By the way, learn something new from him.

What if it can be used soon? Right?

Who knows.

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Old Jed was sitting in his alley, puffing on his pipe. The familiar smell entered his lungs, and his brows slowly relaxed.

He was thinking about what kind of delicious dish he should prepare tonight to go with the wine that Murphy had given him before.

"Forget it, the food doesn't matter."

"Let's wait for the boy to come over and drink with him. After all, this is also the wine he gave me."

In a flash, he made the decision.

A good thief and scout should never be troubled by choices.

When he was still in the team and adventuring with his "good brothers", he had already fully understood this truth.

Just as he was immersed in the past, he heard a strange yet familiar sound.

The sound of dancing footsteps.

This is a chapter of the author's thoughts.

"After My Rebirth, the Saint Turned Dark" is now available. I want to share my inner thoughts with you all. It's a lot of words, so it doesn't matter if you don't want to read it...

First of all, I have to thank my editor Bo He and all the readers who have read this far.

Without your support, I wouldn't be able to get here.

This work now has 16 words. I never thought it would take me so long to write so many words.

The book was published on January 5th, and at that time it was called "Restarting the Life of an Ordinary Person on the Border".

On January 6, I received a message from the website saying that I was being followed by the editor of Mint. With a nervous mood, I added Mint’s QQ and completed the contract.

I really didn't expect that this book would be dug out of the "gutter" by Mint.

You should know that my data at that time was: 3 words, 8 collections.

So, I am really grateful to Mint, he is a very good editor, really good, he helped me a lot.

The previous title of the book was changed to its current one based on his suggestion.

He also taught me a lot about the arrangement of the subsequent plot.

On January 10, I modified the title of the book, completed the signing application, and successfully hung up the signing sign on January 13.

On sale on February 11th.

Looking back on my career as an author over the past month, I feel a little shocked.

This is my first time writing a book, and this is also my first book.

Therefore, at the beginning, I did not expect that this book would achieve its current success.

At that time, I just wanted to write an interesting story out of pure passion, and grades didn’t matter to me.

Therefore, I gave up playing games and spent all my time writing.

In the past, I would sit in front of the computer for more than ten hours playing games.

Two months ago, I sat in front of the computer for more than ten hours to design the plot of this book.

A month ago, I sat in front of the computer for more than ten hours to write, and my gaming time was no more than an hour a week.

I don't know how I managed to hold on, but I was really shocked.

When I first designed this book, I intended it to be a fan work.

But then I changed my mind and decided to write a new book of my own, so I started to redesign the plot, characters, and basic settings.

At that time, my friend "Pao Yi Mo" and I discussed the basic settings for several consecutive nights.

Then I started to design the world background, main storyline, and the storylines of each character on my own.

This took nearly a month.

Maybe it's self-boasting, but I designed his own story for each character.

Even for supporting characters like Old Jed and Gralin, I designed a complete story of their own.

Maybe when this article is completely finished, I will write about their past stories.

This book has cost me countless efforts, so I will do my best to finish it.

I will also read every comment you give me.

I feel happy when I see praise.

I also feel sad when I see people being disparaged.

However, I still hope you can keep commenting.

Because I only felt it truly after I became an author.

Writing is lonely.