Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation

Boom boom.

"Is anyone home? Someone...oh, the automatic door."

Herbert knocked on the door, and before he could start playing tricks, the wooden door opened automatically.

The room is not much brighter than the outside, and the light is still emitted by the fluorescent plants growing everywhere.

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He walked in slowly, his eyes scanning the layout of the entire space.

A huge table covered with various bottles and jars, filled with liquids of different colors, some of which were filled with biological organs of unknown origin.

Huge eye stalks exuding a strange aura, withered and shriveled severed limbs, five red stomach bags connected side by side, eyeballs with three pupils...

Logically speaking, Herbert should have felt frightened and had goosebumps all over his body after seeing such a scene, and he should have even passed a round of SAN value testing.

But for some reason, instead of feeling scared at the moment, Herbert even felt that this scene was somewhat...satisfactory?

Is this right?

Just when Herbert was wondering if there was something wrong with his mind, the culprit jumped out.

["Well~she has really good taste."]

"Oh, it's because of you."

OK, the case is solved.

It's you, the devil, that's interfering with my aesthetics.

["What are you doing? Don't you think these things are very good? These are all good things! And the processing methods are very exquisite, and the preservation techniques are very professional!"]

"Are they all good things..."

Herbert stared at the three-pupil eyeball for a while. After realizing that it was also staring at him, he couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

Well, I'm not worthy, I don't understand aesthetics.

He forced his eyes away and continued to observe the decoration in the room.

Apart from the research table, which occupies the largest area, there is only a small round table and two seats made of vines in the entire space.

One of them has just been braided, and the young leaves on it have not yet faded.

Overall, it looked like a workplace that had both living and living functions, but there was no bed for resting.

Doesn't she even sleep?

"You seem to have some doubts in your mind."

A slightly hoarse female voice sounded behind Herbert, making him couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

When did she go there?

When he came over just now, he looked around carefully and didn't notice her figure.

Herbert squinted his eyes and looked back, seeing the dark elf archmage for the first time.

"Oh? Archmage Sifani?"

"Well, first time meeting, Mr. Warden Herbert."

In Herbert's stereotype, the appearance of dark elves is generally lower than that of normal elves.

After all, he personally is not very interested in dark skin. The skin color alone is already a negative.

But now he realizes that he was wrong.

What is black?

Not a problem at all.

The beauty can be broken down!

It's not that he doesn't like ebony skin, it's just that he hasn't met a ebony beauty that he likes.

Sifani looked to be twenty-six or seventeen years old, a little less green, but not that mature either.

The face is extremely delicate, and even the slightly darker skin does not ruin the beauty. On the contrary, it has a unique charm.

Her blue-purple hair was carefully braided, with golden jewelry hanging from her earlobes, and golden lines painted on her cheeks.

Among all the prisoners I have seen so far, Sivanie is in the most exquisite state, not like a prisoner trapped in a cage at all.

At the same time, there is a special temperament in her body, which is the coldness that comes from being intellectual to the extreme.

She was clearly standing in front of him, but looking into those golden eyes, there was a sense of distance that she was not here.

An undisguised indifference that repels people thousands of miles away.

Herbert and Svania looked at each other for a while, and instead of being timid, he handed the skull to her with a smile.

"Here, your express delivery."

Sifani shook her head and did not answer. Instead, she motioned for him to put it on the wooden table, sat on the wicker chair, and said softly: "Your Excellency, Warden, please sit down."

Herbert sat down and found that the branches of the wicker chair twitched slightly and automatically fit into his back, allowing him to sit in the most comfortable posture.

Ergonomic chair?

Living rattan chairs are the way to go.

Herbert leaned back comfortably, without the embarrassment of entering someone else's home, and asked familiarly: "So, who is this?"

"My clansmen, perhaps the dead warriors sent by some family, want to convey some news to me."

Sifani gently twisted her fingers in front of the skull, and a palm-high illusory soul was directly drawn out.

The soul was dim, and it could be vaguely seen that it was a dark elf girl of eighteen or nineteen years old. Her lips kept opening and closing, as if she was anxiously conveying some news to Sivani.

But Sifanie's expression remained unchanged from beginning to end. After listening calmly for a while, she reached out and crushed the remnant soul directly in her palm.

Herbert raised his eyebrows and said strangely: "I said, she came to see you after all, and you treat her like this?"

To kill the donkey?

So heartless?

Sifani shook her head and said slowly: "I'm helping her get out of trouble."

"She has died a long time ago. She can only survive in the world with the help of the power of taboo existence. Her soul has been completely defiled by [evil desires]."

"Now, her mission has been completed. If she doesn't do this, she will only end up as the plaything of that god."

Herbert understood why Brother Caoyu became like that after hearing the honorable name of Nieyu.

"Oh, it turns out it's because of Him."

[God of Nieyu], one of the most powerful evil gods in the world, controls all depravity, sin, and lust.

Compared to the unidentified god of harmony like Nenasha, this one is a genuine crazy evil god, the kind that is pure madness.

Becoming His believer can gain the powerful power of taboos, but you can never escape His palm.

What He is best at is to make mortals evil, and what He likes to do most is to turn believers into crazy people who only know how to mate - no matter how many people come, and no matter whether the other party is human or not.

"And her mission is to pass a message to me."

"My sister assassinated my grandmother and became the new head of the family. Some elders are not satisfied with this and plan to send someone to rescue me. They hope that I will actively cooperate at that time."

Sfanny narrated indifferently, as if she was talking about other people's affairs.

Herbert:?

"Wait, you just told me this news? Is it okay?"

He felt a little strange and asked with a smile: "I am the warden who is in charge of you. You should respect my profession a little bit, right?"

Are you really not afraid of me reporting it?

"No problem, you can deal with those people as you like."

Sfanny fiddled with the weak soul in her palm and said lightly: "Because I don't plan to accept their rescue at all."

"Oh? You don't want to leave here?" Herbert blinked.

This is strange.

How can a prisoner not want to leave the prison?

Is it because the people here speak well and are all talented?

Sifanyi said calmly: "I have no interest in power. Since I can continue my research here, I have no reason to leave. If I return to the family, they will disturb me."

Is this the reason?

It sounds quite reasonable.

"Speaking of which, you are more talkative than I thought."

Sifanyi shook her head calmly and said with a little disdain: "I just don't want to talk to those vulgar people, which does not mean that I don't have the ability to communicate with others."

"Oh, so!"

Herbert sighed, and the corners of the boy's mouth raised playfully, and slowly said: "Since you are so talkative... be more sincere and don't be so cold."

"When will you stop using the incarnation and come to see me in person?"

He threw the leaf that he had been kneading with his fingertips for a long time at Sifanyi-the soft leaf passed through her body and fell to the ground behind.

Herbert smiled and winked at the dark elf, leaned back completely on the chair, crossed his legs, and asked leisurely:

"Is it okay?"

"Master~ha."