Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation

Chapter 35 Herbert in the eyes of the monks (Please read on!)

Under the auspices of Father Kaplan, a farce ended as quickly as it started.

In less than ten minutes, the two monks who had "maliciously reported" Herbert were taken to the confessional pool.

There, they will be monitored for up to twelve hours until all their sins are told.

This alone is enough to make them collapse, not to mention the subsequent interrogation, which is the real punishment.

Not only physical torture, but also mental torture... Oh, the disciplinary nuns at the Tribunal prefer to call this behavior "baptism."

The farce ended, but Herbert still remained in the hall.

He straightened his back and calmly met the different looks of the monks around him.

Herbert was not as calm as he appeared on the inside.

This time, he successfully cleared away the suspicion and left a pretty deep impression on others.

But what about next time?

Can he still be so lucky to get away with talking?

Herbert sighed silently in his heart:

"Strength, still strength..."

If you are strong enough, the other party will not attack you so easily, and you need to think more.

If he were strong enough, he would not take the initiative to come to the trial center to seek shelter.

"We must find ways to improve our strength, at least to be able to protect ourselves."

It was urgent to increase his strength. Herbert had to find a way to conquer the third area, the Lightless Prison, and find an opportunity to have a good talk with the Dark Elf Archmage.

My friend, forget it if you are autistic. If you don’t want to see me, just don’t see me.

But don’t stop me from entering the next area!

put! I! Pass! go!

The reason why Herbert is so eager to enter the fourth area of the alien prison is because it contains the landscape environment that Herbert needs most now.

The fourth area - lava hell.

In that scorching area full of flames, he should be able to quickly increase the strength of his physical body by relying on the Dragon King's inheritance.

"How can we get her out of the hole? The food trapping method may not work well. Who knows what dark elves like to eat..."

Herbert thought about it and subconsciously wanted to touch his chin, but when he raised his left hand, it affected the muscles in his palm, causing the wound that had not yet completely scabbed to break open again.

hiss.

He raised his brows slightly and suppressed the urge to speak.

At this moment, a drop of sparkling blood slipped from his hanging palm and fell to the ground.

laugh--

After the drop of blood fell to the ground, the originally dark hall floor actually changed.

With the drop of blood as the center, a circle of light with a diameter of one meter appeared, illuminating the brightly colored, gorgeous and complicated patterns on the ground.

! ! !

"Huh? He used holy water?"

"What?"

The monks who belong to the Judgment Office are no strangers to this change on the ground. Such changes will also occur when they use holy water to cleanse the place during monthly rituals.

Only under the illumination of the power of holy light will the main hall reveal its original appearance.

"Is that...holy blood?"

Kaplan also noticed this. She knew more than the others. She raised her brows slightly and asked Herbert: "Herbert, did you take the initiative to make the holy blood today?"

"Yes."

Herbert nodded calmly, while picking up the rag and bandaging his palm again: "I was attacked by prisoners in a foreign prison and was forced to use holy blood to protect myself."

He spoke extraordinarily calmly, telling the thrilling experience in the most calm tone - although it was not actually very difficult or dangerous.

He was just a good-for-nothing vampire who had been hungry for who knows how long and was about to turn into a mummy.

Not worth mentioning!

Herbert disagreed, but others didn't know the real situation!

For a moment, everyone looked at Herbert in awe.

In the eyes of other people in the monastery, prisoners who can be held in foreign prisons are all terrifyingly powerful and extremely dangerous beings.

And although Herbert paid the price, he was able to escape from their hands!

This is really incredible.

Kaplan knew more about the situation inside, and knew that as long as the warden did not mess around, he would generally not suffer any damage other than mental damage.

She frowned and asked with some confusion: "Why don't you get holy water from the temple?"

Holy water can be used as a source of income for the Church of God in the outside world and sold to various adventurers, but it is the least valuable thing in the monastery.

Not only can everyone use it at will, but holy water is also used as a source of cleansing water during some rituals. It can be said that it is not much more precious than water at all.

"Can I actually use it?"

Herbert smiled when he heard this, shrugged, and said casually as if he didn't care: "No one has told me about this before. I don't know if I am qualified to use it."

"..."

The monks were silent again. This time, they looked at Herbert with more sympathy and admiration.

No one is a fool and understands the meaning behind Herbert's words - he was targeted.

Not even holy water can be used, let alone anything else.

Combined with the previous scenes, Herbert's image in the eyes of the monks gradually became clearer.

He is like a proud swan.

Even if he is suspected, he doesn't bother to explain himself, and only passively fights back until he has to.

Being excluded, he disdains to bow his head. He would rather hurt himself, break his wings, and use his own blood to make holy blood, rather than actively "steal".

"..."

Kaplan's calm expression finally changed, and he was slightly angry. He turned his head and looked at a nun who lowered her head, and then he understood the reason.

Among the monks, some people had malice towards Herbert because of their past identities.

Although no one came openly, there were indeed some people who secretly excluded Herbert.

Kaplan stared at the nun deeply until her shoulders began to tremble slightly, and then he retracted his gaze.

She did not attack on the spot, but walked down from the high platform, came to Herbert's side, and gently held his hand.

The warm light lit up, and Herbert felt an unbearable itch in his palm, and felt that his flesh and blood grew rapidly.

After a few breaths, when Kaplan untied the blood cloth he had casually wrapped, the wound had indeed healed completely.

The punishment nun let go of Herbert, patted his shoulder gently, and said slowly: "... In the future, you can go to the temple to get any resources you need."

"Thank you, Father."

After a while, Herbert followed the other monks and left the trial.

Just now, he had secretly told Kaplan about Brother Caoyu, but the other party did not say anything.

Kaplan only said that the judge had known about it, and asked him not to worry and not to tell others about it.

Kaplan's overly calm reaction made Herbert feel a little unsure.

He didn't know whether the senior officials were fishing or doing anything, and he didn't want to know.

Herbert was only worried about his delicate body and didn't want to keep the black history of "selling hooks" in the future.

So, after thinking a lot, Herbert decided to save himself.

That night, for his own safety, Herbert did not stay in the room honestly.

But... came to another place.

"What are you doing?"

"Huh? Can't you tell?"