Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 25: Lao Deng, send me money

Chapter 25: Lao Deng, send me money! (Please read on!)
"Damn it, I was scared to death..."

Herbert returned to his room, he let out a long sigh, and fell on the bed somewhat exhausted.

"What a surprise attack! I almost fell into their trap!"

This time, it was Herbert who took the initiative to find Bishop Thorn and report him. He was already on high alert, fearing that he would reveal any flaws.

Even so, he was still unconsciously influenced by the person in the dark and was almost exposed.

"Aren't you clergy? How can you be so despicable!"

A bunch of old guys have no moral principles and actually teamed up to bully me, an 18-year-old comrade... This is really too much!

The means are so despicable that even I, a contractor of the evil god, can't stand it.

"You guys are even into mind control, are you also going to do some mind pollution and personality excretion behind the scenes?"

"No, I must strengthen the protection of my soul! I have to find a way to continue to arm my soul!"

After being disturbed twice by Nenasha and Bishop Rusty Nail, Herbert was almost suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder.

"It takes time to improve strength, and not all abilities gained from monster materials can protect the soul. What should I do?"

After thinking for a while, Herbert suddenly had an idea.

"If the inner strength doesn't work, then use the external strength!"

He climbed out of bed and sat at the desk, took out a piece of letter paper and began to write quickly.

"Dear father, I am your beloved second son. We haven't contacted each other for a long time. Please send me money... No, I shouldn't be so intimate."

brush.

Herbert changed the paper and started writing from the beginning:
"Your Excellency Duke Albert, I am Herbert. It has been a while since we last met. I hope everything is going well for you. May the grace and wisdom of the gods always be with you."

"Everything is fine in the monastery. This place is holy. However, the foreigners in the prison are dangerous and my soul is often disturbed."

"So, I, your second son, stand at the edge of light and shadow and beg for your help."

"What I seek is not gold or silver, nor power or glory, but only a rare object that can protect my soul."

"I hope you understand. I'd appreciate it."

After finishing writing, Herbert frowned and thought for a while.

"Hmm...it doesn't taste right."

There was enough distance between the words, but it still seemed a little too intimate and humble.

Why does it feel like I'm begging for help?

No!

brush.

This time, Herbert cut out all the red tape and wrote simply and directly:

"Duke Albert, my name is Herbert."

"Darkness invades, and the soul is needed to protect it."

it is good!
Looking at the letter written in just a few words, Herbert nodded with satisfaction.

Look how well written this letter is!
He was very blunt and his tone was extremely cold and harsh, with only one theme throughout the article - Lao Deng, send me money!
"Haha, that's it."

Herbert didn't know whether his father was involved in the plan to frame him, but at least the two of them didn't have a quarrel when they parted in the capital.

Since you haven't fallen out yet, you can just ask for things openly.

What he is acting in the letter now is that of a closed-minded monk who has sealed his heart and locked away his love after being persecuted. He is a cold machine who has forgotten what love is and has no emotions...

"So, are you happy about this result? Or are you sad and regretful? I'm really looking forward to your expression when you read this letter."

It’s a pity that I won’t be able to see it with my own eyes in the short term.

At the same time, he also believed that his family letter would not only end up on the Duke's desk, but would also be seen by those who were secretly observing him.

After seeing this, would they be more convinced that Herbert had become completely disheartened and was ready to become a recluse?
Will you smile proudly?

"Let me let you laugh for a while longer."

As for whether Duke Albert would really send him magical products, Herbert didn't care much.

Wool.

You may not get it if you pull it out, but you will definitely not get it if you don’t pull it out.

Just try your luck!

Just send it here.

If you can’t deliver it, then forget it. Just pretend that you don’t have this father.

Friends, become a little thicker-skinned. Many things are not as difficult as you think.

Herbert wrote this letter and did not try to contact anyone else. His mother in this life died of illness ten years ago, and there was no one in his family worth his concern.

Originally, he had a good relationship with the other two brothers, but after he fell into trouble, they became too suspicious and he was too lazy to test them.

When Herbert asked other monks to send the letter and returned to the room, there was still some time before nightfall.

"This God of Harmony is really terrible!"

"No, are we in some kind of cross-border relationship? We have to consider the time difference to communicate... Tsk."

Herbert waited for a while and felt really bored. He didn't know what to do to pass the time.

Just when he was bored, he suddenly remembered the hidden red hair.

Hey, I have an idea.

"This is easier to eat than the previous scales."

Herbert took a deep breath as he looked at the hair that had been washed many times and shone with a crystal luster under the candlelight.

Having prepared himself mentally, he closed his eyes, grabbed a handful and stuffed it into his mouth. He did not try to refuse, but tried to swallow it directly.

then……

“Pah, pah, pah… cough, cough, cough!”

Strange.

This feeling is so weird!

The strange feeling of hair sticking to his throat and the pain of wanting to swallow but not being able to, impacted his soul.

At this moment, Herbert had a strange feeling.

I seemed to have become a stalker who followed others, secretly observing their every move, and even collected their hair to generate electricity for myself.

Wow, that's perverted bro!

vomit.

There was no way, Herbert really couldn't hold on any longer, so he spat out all the hair in his mouth and rinsed his mouth repeatedly several times.

"Hmm--cough cough, forget it, I can't eat it. Let's wait for Nenasha to do it."

……

【“Have you eaten?”】

"I didn't! Don't talk nonsense, or I'll sue you for defamation!"

Herbert denied it flatly and refused to admit that he had done anything like this.

[“Haha, let’s just leave it at that.”]

Nenasha chuckled, not taking his sophistry to heart at all, and added casually:
[“Oops, I forgot to tell you. Although you do need to eat it, the key point is your blood.”]

Herbert: Hmm? Oh!
It seems like this is the case?

Then why did I insist on eating with my mouth before?
Could it be that... I really like it?

No, no.

Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!

How could I be such a person...

[“Okay, my ally, are you ready?”]

"You said prepare?"

[“Be careful, her will will be more difficult to endure than before.”]

"What did you say……"

As Herbert was wondering, his blood fell on the red hair and a thick red mist rushed up.

next moment.

Fire appeared before Herbert's eyes.