Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 116 After the Long Night (13)
"By the way, the flesh and blood of those dark elves are legendary after all. Are they useful to you?"

There were a total of twenty-five dark elves who were tricked into breaking out of the prison this time. At this moment, there was some flesh and blood of all kinds left. According to previous rules, I'm afraid we could have a good supply of materials.

[“There will be some, but I advise you not to hold your hopes too high.”]

Worried that Herbert would be disappointed and complain, Nenasha deliberately gave him a heads-up and reminded him:
[“You are now accustomed to the high-quality abilities given by the special bodies, and I am afraid you will not appreciate the abilities they provide.”]

After explaining the anomalies, Herbert finally figured out why the abilities given by Valentina and the others were so amazing.

But this is easy to understand, it is reasonable for elite individuals to drop rare materials.

[“Also, the abilities provided by the Dark Elves may be duplicated, so not many of them will be useful in the end.”]

"It's okay. Even if it's just a small piece of meat, there's no point in giving up."

Nenasha had put on several layers of armor, but Herbert didn't really mind and just treated it as a lottery.

It’s like this when drawing cards, whatever you draw counts, and don’t get too carried away... Of course, if your blue-green modifier is a cracked version, that’s another matter.

krypton!
[“It’s up to you then. I’ve already warned you.”]

"It's better than nothing."

Waste is shameful.

Herbert looked at the sun rising in the east and whispered to himself, "After all, I have to go back and seek justice for myself."

"Of course, the stronger, the better."

When the boy's whisper faded into the wind, the first ray of white light appeared on the horizon.

The sky suddenly brightens and the long night fades away.

The first rays of dawn completely dispel the bloodiness of the night, and gently spread hope and vitality to the world.

The boy's white hair and gray eyes were coated with a layer of brilliant golden light.

Announcing that his long, dark night had come to an end.

hum-

The holy mark automatically lit up at this moment, absorbing the morning light and the boy's determination, and there was a tendency for it to continue to spread.

He looked towards the direction of Frost Crystal King City and whispered, "Don't worry, it will be soon, hehe..."

The young man stood up and opened his arms wide in the sunlight, as if embracing a new life.

"My dear friends, you will soon be able to see me, the "broken-winged white dove" you mentioned."

Recalling the derogatory name he heard from Blake, Herbert couldn't help laughing: "Ha, Broken Wing, this is really an interesting nickname."

Behind Herbert, the slowly spreading holy scar vaguely outlined a dim pattern...it seemed to be a pair of wings.

But gradually, the holy marks dimmed again and finally returned to calm.

The divine power is slowly growing, but it is not yet fully mature.

There is still a lack of opportunity.

or……

A touch of a moment.

While Herbert was there, "Shawshank Redemption", with his arms open wide, two cardinals were talking in low voices in the hall of the court.

If foreign enemies attack, it is impossible for the monastery to have no other backup plans.

"Is there any result?"

The Knight Commander retracted a shadow, his expression changed slightly, and he nodded slowly: "Yes, I can confirm that all the heretics have been eliminated."

"hiss!"

Although this result had been speculated long ago, the presiding judge could not help but take a deep breath after hearing the exact news. He touched his bald head and felt deeply moved.

"This kid, he actually did it..."

When Herbert proposed this risky plan, the presiding judge strongly opposed it, because the plan was too risky.

There is nothing wrong with fishing enforcement, but the prerequisite is that you must first have the strength to avoid being dragged into the water by the fish when it is hooked.

Otherwise, it's not people fishing, but fish fishing people!

Flooded and overwhelmed.

The presiding judge did not want the young man he favored to ruin his life because of his arrogance, so he strongly opposed it.

But unexpectedly, the other two cardinals all agreed to Herbert's proposal.

Two to one, the minority obeys the majority, and the proposal was actually passed!
The presiding judge immediately expressed his dissatisfaction and went to appeal to the archbishop - but who knew that even the archbishop condoned Herbert's outrageous behavior.

"Just let him try."

“Young people should always be given opportunities to make mistakes.”

"Isn't it the same for you? You don't need me to help you recall the things you did when you were young, right?"

Under the attack of the resurrected dead memories, the judge fled and finally had to acquiesce to Herbert's proposal.

But he did not give up completely. He was prepared to take direct action to solve the problem as soon as something went wrong, and then teach that ignorant kid a lesson.

We must give Herbert a good beating so that he can face the reality clearly.

That child possesses such amazing talent and outstanding qualities, but he must not let them be ruined by arrogance.

And then……

Now the person who has been severely beaten and forced to face the reality is himself.

"Ugh!"

The presiding judge shook his head, sighed, and said helplessly: "This kid really did it. I didn't expect that there would be a day when I would be wrong."

Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling…

Bishop Rusty Nail shook his head, causing his rivets to collide, and said calmly: "To be precise, they did it."

"Those heretic monsters really obeyed Herbert's orders and arrangements as he said, and wiped out all the heretics who attacked."

After saying that, he raised his eyelids and said with a hint of disdain: "Besides, your vision has always been poor. Don't talk as if you made a mistake this time."

"Oh, I won't argue with you."

The presiding judge sneered and did not continue to argue about this topic because he knew that he would definitely not be able to win the argument with his old friend.

On the one hand, this damn nobleman had a very vicious tongue, and on the other hand, what he said was true.

"Herbert is really surprising. He actually managed to convert those heretics... But even so, they are still five legends."

The presiding judge couldn't help but be amazed when he thought of that lineup. Even if he took action himself, it would take a lot of effort, and there was a high possibility that most of them would run away after a fierce battle.

He sighed, "They were all killed in one night? This is faster than the nuns in our Inquisition!"

Bishop Rusty Nail's eyelids twitched when he heard this.

Ok?
"...Wait, isn't your Inquisition only responsible for interrogations?"

The Knight Commander narrowed his eyes and said in a dangerous voice, "Doesn't the execution of a criminal require the consent of two cardinals before it can be carried out?"

"Oh! Ah, ahem! You know, there are always some unexpected things during the interrogation process. Tsk! Just take care of your Knights and don't worry about these insignificant details."

The chief judge coughed and waved his hand, saying, "Besides, those people are all sinful heretics anyway. Your Excellency the Warden knows that, so don't worry about it."

"..."

The Knight Commander stared at the presiding judge with his dead eyes for a long time before he finally shook his head helplessly, sighed, and closed his eyes in pain.

This idiot.

It's really unbearable to watch...

(End of this chapter)