Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation

From the beginning, Herbert and the prisoners were not equal in status.

The monster girls may be powerful, have a noble status in the outside world, or have a lot of wealth...

But when facing him, their only identity is just a prisoner.

And he is the warden, in charge of everything in the prison.

The alien prison has been quiet for too long. Although these prisoners don't say it on the surface, they are eager for change in their hearts.

It doesn't even matter whether the change is good or bad.

As long as there is change, it's fine.

And Herbert dared to contact and communicate with them with that frivolous and even overconfident attitude, and he understood this.

Yeah.

Pure power harassment.

Moreover, many times, he was not flirting with the other party, but testing the bottom line.

Through laughter and playfulness, he tested the other party's tolerance again and again.

And for this point, he believed that except Valentina who really didn't notice it, everyone else could vaguely understand it.

"Everyone is just pretending to be nice."

Everyone had a tacit understanding and chose not to expose it.

"Sincerity for sincerity? No, black heart for black heart is more like that."

Herbert chuckled, not feeling optimistic or desperate about the current situation.

【"Then..."】

"We can only take it slowly."

"I don't want to hurt them, and there is no reason to hurt them. They will understand this sooner or later."

"I treat them with my whole heart. As for how much sincerity I can get in the end, it depends on how we get along in the future."

"I am quite confident in myself, what about you?"

【"I..."】

The evil god was silent for a moment, then smiled softly.

【"I have always believed in you~"】

"Heh, you are lying."

【"Well, I am lying~"】

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Tree house.

After Herbert left, Sfanny kept the same look as before he left, quietly looking at the fluorescent forest.

After a long time, she shook her head with emotion and couldn't help but sigh: "What a strange guy..."

"He doesn't look like a priest at all."

Then, another voice took over her words and continued: "Did he see through it again this time?"

The same tone, the same flat tone.

In the tree house, the second Sfannie appeared!

The new Sfannie was not the original illusory incarnation, and looked no different from the previous "body".

She picked up the skull that Herbert didn't take away and looked at it, shaking her head with disgust.

"It's worthless and has been polluted by Him."

When she let go of her hand, the head had turned into powder and fell to the ground, swallowed by the ground.

This is also a physical body!

How could a master who manipulates flesh and blood not be able to pinch a flesh and blood clone?

The two Sfannies moved at the same time, and began to complete the research that had stopped before with a split mind.

"A Paladin who is confident, bold, and not bound by the canon..."

"Should we cooperate with him?"

They asked and answered, just like two people were really talking.

"Indeed, the hidden experimental materials are almost used up."

"We also need some fresh flesh and blood from other races."

"But don't rush, wait a little longer."

"When he comes to find me next time..."

And just as the two Sifannies were talking, the blood and flesh mass grave on the top of the tree house was slowly changing.

The wooden walls squirmed, cracking open a big mouth, swallowing up all the flesh and blood.

Not long after, the originally weird space became clean, and there was no trace of any flesh and blood left.

And after everything returned to calm.

The third Sifannie appeared, she stood where Herbert had been before, and sniffed gently.

"But what I want most..."

"Actually, it's his flesh and blood."

Sfannie frowned slightly, tilted her head in confusion, and inhaled the remaining breath again.

"Ha..."

"What on earth is it about him that attracts me?"

She licked her lips, her eyes flashing with a dangerous light.

"Is it his blood? Or..."

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"After all this time, the road to the fourth area is still not open."

On the way back, Herbert curled his lips in silence and cursed inwardly.

Forgot it!

There were too many changes when he faced Sfannie. He was only concerned with talking about the things that made her betray him and put this matter behind his mind.

Let's talk about it when we go back now?

Well, it's a bit too strange...

But the biggest crisis, Brother Caoyu, has been solved. No one is staring at his hook anymore, so there is no need to be so anxious.

When he passed by the black iron coffin, a muffled voice came from inside: "Hey! Paladin!"

"You still owe me ten drops of blood! You are not allowed to default on your debt as agreed before!"

A pair of scarlet eyes leaked out from the gap in the coffin board, staring at Herbert with a longing look, glancing at the back of his hand from time to time, wondering what he was thinking.

Herbert:?

He didn't reply, but tilted his head to look at the vampire who was stuffed into the coffin and could only survive in the cracks. He couldn't help but think of what he had seen and heard in the tree house before.

Although the residence of the Dark Elf Archmage cannot be called magnificent, it is definitely quite comfortable - excluding the flesh and blood dens on the top floor.

Look at you again.

You are also a gangster from the Lightless Prison, so why do you live in a coffin room while others live in a big villa?

What a mess!

It’s really embarrassing!

He looked at Eliza and couldn't help but shook his head and sighed: "Alas..."

Eliza:?

She was confused by this sudden reaction and didn't know what he meant.

"Huh? What do you mean by sighing suddenly? Do you mean...you want to default on your debt!?"

Eliza was anxious.

Hello!

I gave you everything first, so you have to admit it! ?

Herbert raised his eyebrows when he heard this, but he took back the words that were already on his lips.

He smiled at Eliza, nodded politely, and strode away without saying a word.

It left her with a chic back.

? ? ?

"You! You can't do this!"

The poor vampire was completely anxious now, and kept shouting at his back:

"Hey! Paladin! Aren't you a paladin!!?"

"You shameless paladin——"

Listening to the vampire's defense-breaking curses behind him, Herbert, who had already walked away, took a deep breath and sighed: "Her reaction is really interesting!"

This is too funny, why is he so anxious all of a sudden?

["Are you sure you are sincere to them?"]

"certainly."

Herbert chuckled and replied matter-of-factly: "I teased her sincerely, and she scolded her sincerely. Isn't this an exchange of sincerity for sincerity?"

Family members.

This is so true.

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But what Herbert, who was happily teasing fools at this moment, didn't know yet was...

Soon it would be his turn to stop laughing.

At this moment, Bishop Rusty Nail was standing in front of the alien prison, frowning at the remaining slime on the ground.

"The fallen one ended up hiding here?"