Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 22 Blasphemy
"I want to escape~ but I can't~"

"Ah! Why is this trench thing still following me..."

To be honest, Herbert is a little speechless now.

He deliberately ran to this remote corner to fetch water, just because he didn't want to see that scene in the kitchen again.

My friend, could you please pay a little attention?

I am a kind-hearted person and I cannot bear to see the poor grass carp being bullied like that.

Besides... it's okay to just see the scene after it ends. I'll just be speechless for a while at most.

If I ran into him on the spot, wouldn't it be embarrassing for everyone?

"Ah, the lower man! Ah, the swordsman..."

Herbert took one last look at the grass carp's dead eyes, walked silently to the other side, threw the bucket into the well and started drawing water.

"Don't look at me. I didn't see anything. I didn't see anything..."

Although he had seen this happen twice, Herbert still had no intention of telling anyone about it.

First of all, it is still about understanding other people’s preferences and respecting every special hobby.

After all, there are all kinds of love in this world.

Even giant mushrooms are controlled by people, even armed helicopters are addicted to them, even plastic bags have people...

It’s just a grass carp!

After all, it is a living thing.

Not bad.

His condition is much milder than that of others.

Secondly... Herbert himself is not clean either.

Don’t blame the second brother, we are all the same.

Not to mention his identity as the evil god's contractor, just what he was going to do next was already very wrong.

From other people's perspective, what Herbert did was probably not much nobler than what Brother Caoyu did.

Wash the woman's hair, then hide in the room and enjoy it...

Is this what a good person should do?

This scene, just thinking about it, is already very wrong.

In order to avoid getting into trouble, Herbert decided to mind his own business and pretend that he had discovered nothing.

I have nothing to do with rain.

After fetching water, he walked away quickly without trying to find any clues from the grass carp and completely ignored the existence of the grass carp.

He was not curious at all about Brother Caoyu's identity.

not at all!
Court of Justice.

"Your Excellency, the presiding judge."

In the cold and gloomy hall, Herbert calmly bowed slightly to the sturdy man who was sitting with his head bowed and saluted.

The bald burly man wore a strange spiked crown on his head, which covered his eyes and left only the lower half of his face exposed, revealing no expression of emotion.

His body was covered with thick dark red thorns. The sharp spikes pierced through his clothes and penetrated deep into his skin, constantly absorbing nutrients and magic power from his flesh and blood. He looked quite creepy.

Although he doesn't look like a good guy, he is one of the high-ranking officials of the Misty Monastery.

In the Misty Monastery, in addition to the elusive archbishop, there are three cardinals who are the top leaders in the open.

They are the [Chief Judge] who leads all matters of the Inquisition, the [Keepers] who guard the various treasures, and the [Master of the Knights] who commands all paladins, monks, and other ascetics.

The person in front of him at this moment was the chief judge who was in charge of all affairs of the Tribunal and was called the Bishop of Thorns. The functions of the Tribunal were similar to those of the Inquisition in the previous life, and were responsible for the detention, interrogation, and punishment of heretics and degenerates.

In a sense, the presiding judge is Herbert's immediate superior, the warden.

He is also the person that I, a traitor who is destined to become a reverse trinity, am most unwilling to actively approach.

Blasphemy, breaking of oaths, depravity, no matter which secret of oneself is exposed, one will definitely be judged by this person personally.

But at this moment Herbert took the initiative to appear in front of him.

Bishop Thorn slowly opened his eyes, his pupils filled with scarlet bloodshot, and stared indifferently at the white-haired boy who bowed his head respectfully in front of him.

After a moment, he slowly spoke: "...It's you, Herbert Albert."

"I remember you, but you should be in prison to teach heretics. Why are you here?"

"You came to see me for something?"

Bishop Thorn's voice is deep and rich, but surprisingly different from his ferocious appearance. It does not sound cold, but rather warm like a spring breeze.

If Herbert were to give an evaluation, it would probably be the gorgeous uncle voice that would excite many voice control fans.

And he is not taciturn, but surprisingly talkative.

I don’t know if it’s because he’s been holding it in for too long, but Herbert only said one sentence and he’s been talking to himself for quite a while.

Herbert raised his head, looked at Bishop Thorn and reported softly: "Your Excellency the Judge, I have something to report to the Archbishop."

"Need to report to the Archbishop?"

Bishop Thorn was stunned for a moment, then his expression changed slightly and he frowned, "What do you have to report directly to His Excellency the Archbishop? Can't you tell me?"

Although the bishop did not say it clearly, Herbert could still see the hidden meaning in his eyes - What, do you look down on me?

"Yes, this matter is of great importance. I'm afraid only the Archbishop can handle it."

Seeing that the Lord of Thorns was about to be dissatisfied, Herbert did not keep him in suspense and said directly: "Here is the thing. When I was patrolling yesterday, I found that some unusual changes had occurred in the third area of ​​the alien prison."

"The Lightless Prison has completely turned into a space where I can't move forward. Not only can I not find the prisoners suppressed in it, but I can't enter the fourth area either."

Soon, Herbert gave a detailed account of his discoveries and attempts, even his conjectures, all of which he spoke without reservation.

After everything was said, Herbert looked at Bishop Thorn with a sincere look and asked sincerely: "Your Excellency the presiding judge, can this issue be left to you to handle?"

"..."

Bishop Thorn was silent, his eyes moved slightly and looked elsewhere.

At this time, Herbert also kept a tense expression, not daring to reveal anything.

Do I look down on you?
joke.

Just tell me if you can do it?
"Well...I understand now."

After a while, Bishop Thorn nodded without changing his expression and said calmly: "This matter is not a big deal, there is no rush to deal with it. I will inform His Excellency the Archbishop later."

Not a big deal? No rush?
Herbert heard some hidden meaning, but he was sensible and did not expose it. He said gratefully: "I understand. Thank you for your concern on this matter."

Bishop Thorn waved his hand and said calmly: "Well, it's nothing. This is what I should do."

"Okay, I'll take my leave now."

When Herbert finished his report and was about to leave, Bishop Thorn suddenly said in a low voice: "Wait a moment."

"……Your Mightiness?"

Bishop Thorn's scarlet eyes were fixed on him, and he asked slowly:
"you……"

"Have you encountered any blasphemy recently?"

! ! ?

(End of this chapter)