So Ella could see that there was something wrong with Murphy today, but it was precisely because they were too familiar with each other that she couldn't doubt him.
Before she knew it, she was back at the church and walking back to her room.
She did not tell Murphy that she was one of the church's candidate saints.
As a candidate for the Saint, it was naturally impossible for her to live in a crowded dormitory like other trainee nuns or trainee priests.
She has her own private room in the church.
Ella sat on her bed, but her heart couldn't calm down.
She casually picked up the Cassia Codex on the bedside table and began to read it slowly.
Even though this Holy Book of Cassia was a little worn out, she could already recite its contents by heart.
At some point her hands stopped turning the pages. The scripture had already been turned to the second half, but she hadn't read a single word.
She thought back to the past, probably when they were twelve years old, when Ella and Murphy were just little kids being raised in the church.
One day that year, Kelly's mother asked them about their future plans.
At that time, Murphy's answer was that she wanted to become the hero's companion and save the world together with the hero.
This is actually the dream that most children raised in the church have.
Children in the church have to receive boring education based on the belief in Kasina from an early age.
Among their few forms of entertainment, listening to stories about brave warriors from different generations is the most popular one.
Children who grew up listening to these stories of heroes all yearn for heroes and adventure.
In their hearts, the brave is the embodiment of strength, justice, bravery and kindness, and every bit of the brave is extremely attractive to them.
At that time, most of the children were conquered by the brave character in the story and wanted to become the brave's companion and save the world with him. Murphy was one of them.
The remaining children who like to fantasize or are a little arrogant want to become heroes themselves.
"What was your answer at that time?"
"I think she said she wanted to go on adventures with some idiot."
"You didn't hear it at all. You thought the person I was talking about was a hero."
"Are you stupid? Or a piece of wood, you idiot!"
"Besides, I guess even you have forgotten your answer."
“I never thought it would become my dream.”
"If you no longer wish to be a companion of the hero."
"Then why am I working so hard?"
Ella's soft murmur dissipated in the room, unheard by anyone.
Chapter 8 Old Jed
The next morning, Murphy took his iron sword and went to the city within the city in the eastern city, which is the legendary slum.
After walking for a while, he arrived at his destination with two jugs of good wine in his hands, which he had just bought on the road.
He stood at the entrance of the alley and saw an old man with messy gray hair and beard inside the alley.
The old man was puffing on a pipe.
Murphy saw him exhale the smoke he had inhaled into his lungs and sigh comfortably, and even the wrinkles on his face relaxed happily.
One of the old man's eyes seemed to be broken, and he wore a slightly large pure black eye patch over his left glasses.
The right eye is squinted, making one wonder if this eye is actually blind as well.
"If your eyes are not needed, you can donate them to those in need." Murphy remembered a joke from her past life, and she didn't expect it to be so appropriate here.
He walked into the alley and slowly came to the front of the one-eyed old man. As he moved, the old man heard the noise and turned his head towards him.
"I don't know if he can see me." Murphy was a little uncertain, and he turned his gaze to the old man's eyes.
"Hey, old Jed."
"Hey, you're here? Hey, there's still some wine? Bring it here."
"Well, come see you. Here."
The man Murphy called Old Jed greeted him.
Although old Jed's hair and beard were gray and his face was covered with wrinkles and scars, his voice was loud and full of energy.
Gerard Kaliba
[Adventurer (S)] [Thief]
Viscount
[Swordsmanship Level: A]
Thief Level: S
[Magic Level: None]
[Divine Art Level: None]
"Identification technique... So he's really looking at me?"
Murphy ignored the information that appeared.
Because he found that doing so would cause him to lose consciousness for a short time, which might be noticed by the other party.
He looked away and walked over, handed over the wine in his right hand, and sat down next to Old Jed.
"Hey, you're such a thoughtful guy. Every time you come here, you remember to bring a pot of wine to honor me."
"It's my duty. After all, I've received a lot of care from you in the past."
Murphy opened the lid of the wine flask and clinked glasses with Old Jed. Then he took a sip and was surprised to find that it tasted quite good.
He and Old Jed began to chat casually, making a joke from time to time, and then continued to clink glasses and take a sip after laughing.
The old man had no name, but everyone called him Old Jed, so Murphy had to call him "Old Jed" like everyone else.
But he now knew Old Jed's real name, but of course, he wouldn't tell it.
Old Jed is an old gangster living in the slums. He is blind in one eye and usually sits in this alley smoking his old pipe.
As for why Murphy said that he had taken good care of her in the past, this matter still has to start with old Jed.
In order to maintain its credibility, the Adventurer's Guild has set a rule that adventurers below rank C cannot accept guild commissions.
Because those novice adventurers are not strong enough, it is easy for commissions to fail, and even if they go into the maze, they cannot earn enough money to cover their daily expenses.
Unlike Murphy, most adventurers do not have their own houses, not to mention that Murphy has a sword left by his father, which saves him the cost of purchasing weapons.
Moreover, due to the threshold set by the union, if you want to accept a commission, you must start at the C level, which is already considered high.
This group of C-rank adventurers simply disdains to take on simple jobs like cleaning sewers or finding cats.
Gradually, these small commissions disappeared from the union.
But Old Jed would accept the commissions from these people, and then release them to those novice adventurers who were forced to make a living, and finally take a portion of it.
Although sometimes people complain that the beating is too much, it is still fair. At least they can eat meat instead of having to drink soup.
To use Old Jed's own catchphrase: "They're just using each other."
However, while searching his memories, Murphy unexpectedly discovered that the older generation of adventurers seemed to respect him very much.
Even if he was just a one-eyed old thug sitting in a slum alley smoking a cigarette.
"Maybe he was like me, being taken care of by old Jed when he was a new adventurer."
Murphy guessed that after all, he didn't know when old Jed started sitting there bringing commissions to newcomers.
Although Old Jed was blind in one eye, he seemed to have very good eyesight.
He has a good credit in the eyes of those who issue commissions, so Old Jed always has a large number of commissions on hand.
Of course, this wasn't the main reason Murphy came to visit Old Jed.
After all, he didn't need to worry about weapons and shelter, so compared to other novice adventurers, he was not too short of money.
It would be better to say that he still has his own savings.
There is a deeper relationship between Murphy and Old Jed.
Old Jed is a thief by profession, but he is also good at swordsmanship, and Murphy is his disciple.
In my memory, perhaps because Old Jed was a little too strict with him as his master, Murphy's evaluation of him was:
A selfish, petty-minded rogue, a villain who likes to exploit and exploit others.
Moreover, he is as cunning as a fox, his methods are extremely cruel, and he always speaks vulgar and dirty words.
But, it's not bad for me.
Old Jed not only taught Murphy swordsmanship and thief skills, but also taught him how to survive as a low-level "rat" in this frontier town of Lars.
Even though he thought those methods were somewhat cruel and rarely used.
Old Jed taught Murphy a lot.
But he died in a very illogical way.
"Got to go?"
"Well, the wine is finished, let's go home."
"Go away. By the way, don't go to the maze recently. If you need money, I'll find you some work."
"what happened?"
Murphy finished his drink, stood up, patted his butt and prepared to go home, but Old Jed spoke up and told Murphy not to go to the maze recently.
Murphy knew the reason——
"I heard from some old friends that there's been some problems with the maze lately. There are more monsters. Don't die there."
"Hey, selfish old Jed has learned to care about others now?"
"Get out of here now, I'm afraid you won't be able to drink free wine after you die."
"Okay, I'm leaving now. I'll come drink with you next time."
Murphy left, and old Jed, who was sitting in the alley, watched his departing back in silence.
He picked up his old pipe again and took a deep puff.
After sitting there for a while, he turned around and rummaged through the garbage pile next to him. After searching for a while, he found two daggers wrapped in rags.
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On her way home, Murphy recalled the information she had seen about Old Jed through the identification technique.
Although he had some guesses about Old Jed's identity, he didn't expect that the other party's background was much more powerful than he imagined.
A hidden S-class adventurer who is not only an S-class thief and an A-class swordsman, but also the Viscount of the Kingdom of Leiden.
This would explain why the older generation of adventurers always respected him.
It's not just because he once took care of her, it's also related to his hidden identity as an S-rank adventurer.
Except for those who knew his past identity, who would have thought that such a legendary figure was sitting deep in the alley every day, smoking idly like an old gangster.
"Come to think of it, can this appraisal technique actually quantify the level of swordsmanship?"
In this world, there are other rating systems besides the adventurer level and monster level, which are determined by the adventurer's guild.
Only the divine magician and magician systems have specific quantitative standards.
The level of a divine magician is assessed by the church. Your level of divine magician depends on whether you can use certain specific divine arts.
For example, if you can use auxiliary and buffing spells, you are C-level.
If you can use healing spells, you are level B, and Ella is at this level now.
The level of a magician is assessed by the Magic Academy or the Magicians Association.
Murphy didn't know the specific standards, after all, he was not a magician.
Swordsmanship is different from the other two systems. After all, the swordsmanship system in this world does not have an organization like a church or a magic academy.
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