Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 263 Cowards and 3 Benefits

Chapter 263 Cowards and Three Benefits (4K)
Desecration of rituals?

And you want to taint my purity! ?
Herbert was still immersed in Sfanny's narration, but he immediately changed his tone after hearing the key words, and became more alert.

Ok?
This...this, can I say this?
Is it so exciting?!?

"You mean, um, you mean...she's going to defile me?"

Herbert's expression was quite subtle, his mind full of images that would not pass muster.

Exciting!
"No, the profane ritual I'm talking about might be a little different than what you think."

Sfanny saw what Herbert was thinking at a glance and shook her head, saying, "The real depraved ritual is a more horrible, more depraved, and more crazy carnival."

"Generally speaking, she would easily break the victim's arms, cut off his toes, mince it into a paste, and then force him to eat it..."

"During this process, Stella would not tell the sacrifice to shut up, but let him scream as much as he wanted, enjoying their wailing and cursing."

"She will take out the heart of the sacrifice with her own hands. She will not kill him directly, but will replace it with the heart of a monster, thus desecrating the purity of his bloodline."

"Sometimes, they will force the creatures of other species to combine with each other, and even use special means to catalyze the process, forcing the sacrifice to conceive and directly give birth to filthy bloodlines."

"...Finally, Stella will sacrifice the soul of the sacrifice to the God of Lust at the end of the ceremony."

“And once you give your soul to Him, haha.”

Sifannie paused and shook her head, "I don't need to tell you what the outcome will be, right?"

What good will happen if you fall into the hands of the evil god?

And it is in the hands of the most corrupt and twisted evil god among them.

You can't live, you can't die.

In that case, perhaps death would be the real relief - although that is probably impossible.

As Sfanni recounted these horrifying acts of cruelty, her expression did not change.

There is no deliberate exaggeration to create a terrifying atmosphere, it is just a retelling of what happened in the past.

In Stella's honest account, her dear sister Stella was indeed a genuine old elf from the Dark Zone.

That blasphemous technique is so authentic!
"Herbert, you understand, I'm not telling you this to threaten you, but just to remind you."

Sifannie stared at Herbert seriously and said slowly: "Do you understand what I mean?"

"In my memory, Stella had not yet become the follower of evil desire, but now... she must be much crazier than you think."

In the past, Stella was already a murderous and bloodthirsty madman.

Now that it has been strengthened by the God of Lust, no one knows what kind of horrible perversion it will become.

"oh, I understand now."

And Herbert obviously thought this through. He looked serious, nodded seriously, and said in a deep voice: "Yes, this is terrible."

And just as Sfanny nodded slowly, he continued to ask: "So...what does this have to do with me? When will she come to see me?"

"..."

Seeing Herbert's attitude, Sfanny's mouth twitched, and she sighed helplessly: "You really still don't want to believe me. If that's the case, then why do you say you want to be my best friend?"

"No, you're wrong."

Herbert adjusted his posture on the sofa, leaned his upper body comfortably on the back of the chair, and said easily:
"I believe it. I believe everything you said, including the impression of Stella in your mind. I also assume that this is her true appearance."

The image of Stella in Herbert's mind was temporarily determined to be a bloodthirsty and sadistic pervert.

"But even if those are true, so what?"

Herbert spread his hands, motioned her to look around, raised his eyebrows and said, "Don't forget where this is."

Da da da.

He tapped the cane lightly with his slender fingers, his expression quite playful.

"This is the Misty Monastery, the hermitage of the saints."

"Stella is indeed crazy enough, but I don't think she would be crazy to this extent."

Judging from Sfanny's description, Stella was indeed crazy enough, but her madness was far from losing her mind.

In this world, there is a kind of people who are called lunatics, monsters, perverts... and are shunned by others.

But among these people, there are few who are truly crazy.

As for the rest, most of them are just using this name to make profits for themselves by relying on the title and disguise of "madman".

Although madness is the norm for them, perversion is also a prominent feature of them.

But in reality, those guys might not be stupid enough to actually die in vain.

Their consistent purpose of behavior is to bully the weak, show off their power in front of the weak, act recklessly and reveal their madness.

However, when they really face those powerful people, they will behave more rationally than anyone else.

That kind of arrogance and wantonness will be restrained in an instant, and become cautious and prudent.

Such a strong contrast is because they are well aware of the consequences of acting rashly in front of a strong person.

The brave man was angry and drew his blade towards the stronger one.

The timid are angry, but the weaker are drawn.

Those who use madness to disguise themselves are undoubtedly true cowards.

Looks crazy, but more timid than anyone else.

In Herbert's view, Stella is such a typical example.

Because if she was really crazy enough, she would never become the favored one of the God of Lust, nor would she let those dark elves escape.

What does it mean to play the long game and catch the big fish?
Kill them all!
Don't leave any one alive, kill them all!
It can even be said that Stella should have come to kill him a long time ago.

But...where is she?

She wasn't even on Misty Street!
Herbert smiled at Sfanny, who looked a little confused and thoughtful. "Since she doesn't dare to come to my house, why should I worry?"

That's right, as long as I don't leave the monastery, Stella won't be able to target me!

Although hiding in a monastery and relying on Lao Deng for support may sound a bit embarrassing, this method is indeed very effective.

It’s very useful.

If anyone disagrees, let him come and have a fight offline in person!
The foggy stage, come if you dare!
"To sum up, your dear sister is actually not a threat to me."

"Or the threat is small, not enough to make me afraid."

Oh.

It’s not enough for the archbishop to take it seriously... ahem.

It doesn't matter, don't worry about such small details, it doesn't matter at all.

"..."

Sfanny was also shocked by Herbert's attitude at first, but she quickly reacted and shook her head slightly.

"But all this is based on the premise that you will stay here forever, never go out, and never socialize with others."

"Can you really do it?"

She accurately found serious loopholes in Herbert's language.

"You're not going to stay here forever, are you?"

"Herbert, you are still too young and need to experience more challenges in the outside world."

Herbert was excellent.

There is no doubt about it, everyone can see his talent.

However, like all geniuses, talent alone is not enough to make a genius a truly strong person.

Baojianfeng comes from the sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from bitter cold.

Genius needs experience.

Only by being burned by fierce fire and undergoing endless hammering can real steel be tempered.

Not to mention whether Herbert will have the patience to stay here in the future, he has already left twice during this period of time.

Can Herbert really sit still?
She thinks it is impossible.

Sifannie stared at Herbert's smiling face and said firmly: "You will definitely go out."

Certainly.

This is Herbert's refuge and also his prison.

And a cage cannot hold a beast that really wants to get out.

"Well, that's true."

Now that his little trick had been exposed, Herbert did not insist and frankly admitted the loophole in his words.

"But even so, it can prove one thing. She is not that threatening to me, and... you are safe for the time being."

The situation is not as urgent as imagined, and the threat is not too great.

As long as Svani doesn't leave the Third Commandment House on her own initiative, no, as long as she doesn't leave the Misty Monastery on her own initiative, she will always be safe.

But this matter cannot be said to be fatal.

Just like Brother Caoyu who died heroically before, he was an unexpected variable.

That guy actually used the power of the gods to deceive many people and luckily came to the Prison of No Light.

With this precedent as a lesson, the monastery will naturally step up its vigilance, but there is no telling whether there will be other fish that slip through the net.

"Okay, I already know the general situation, let's talk about the benefits now."

Herbert turned and asked, "Sfanny, what can I gain from helping you get rid of Stella?"

I already know the risks, but what about the benefits?

If you don't have enough money, it will be difficult for me to help you.

"If it's about benefits..."

Sifanyi thought about it carefully and said slowly: "Wealth, power, and... population."

The three answers she gave surprised Herbert a little.

And her ranking is... quite interesting.

He raised his eyebrows but did not interrupt, motioning for Sfanni to continue.

"Stella is now the patriarch of the Moore family and the lord of a city. She controls a large amount of wealth."

As the lord of the dark elves, Stella is undoubtedly extremely wealthy.

Although the dark elves reject outsiders, they have always maintained trade with the outside world.

One part is to exchange the specialties of the dark area for a large amount of resources, some luminous plants, and some special minerals.

The other part was the slave trade.

slave.

The cities controlled by the dark elves are a combination of slave city-states, which raise a large number of slaves of various races.

These slaves were not only servants who served them in their lives, but also an important source of wealth.

Yes.

Not only would they capture other races themselves to enslave, they would also trade with others.

They bought some slaves of other races from caravans from the outside world, and also sold slaves of races unique to the dark area.

A large amount of wealth was accumulated through trade exchanges.

Moreover, if the opponent is not strong enough, they will gladly choose to rob the opponent and turn the slave traders into new commodities.

As immortals, the dark elves have plenty of time to repeat this dirty trade stained with blood many times and accumulate a lot of wealth.

Rich as a country?

Maybe this isn't just empty talk.

"Once Stella dies, all the wealth accumulated by the Moore family over the past thousand years will become ownerless."

Sifannie raised two fingers and whispered, "When the time comes, we will have two choices."

"Leave with your wealth, or stay and become the new city lord."

"If you just want to take the wealth away, if we operate properly, we can at least transport half of it quietly."

"And if you want to continue to control that city, then you will get the other half of the wealth...power."

Sfanny's words made Herbert's eyes move slightly.

The power of the lord of a city.

A mature dark elf city is not comparable to his small territory that has just begun to be built.

In the social structure of the dark elves, the city lord is the absolute ruler of a city or a region.

Killing the city lord means seizing the power he holds, and this power allows the victor to issue orders to the dark elf army!

As long as you have the confidence to control them and avoid being assassinated, stabbed, or poisoned by them, you can gain this amazing power.

The elite dark elf army can be regarded as an entire corps of well-trained assassins.

As long as one's own strength is sufficient, the value of the city lord's position is not much less than simple wealth!

"As for the population, I think you know it. Yes, it's the slaves."

The population ratio of a dark elf city could be as high as a staggering one hundred to one, with ninety-nine percent being slaves and the rest being dark elves.

"As for these, apart from the flesh and blood of the slaves, which I will take for research, I don't want the rest."

After imagining about dividing Stella's value, Sfanny added: "In addition to these, I can also agree to one of your requests, any request."

After saying this, the Dark Elf Archmage closed his mouth and waited quietly for Herbert's reaction.

As she expected, Herbert soon fell into deep thought.

"..."

He frowned, thinking about the benefits that would come after the success.

Among the three benefits proposed by Sfanni, wealth is the easiest to take away, power is difficult to cash in, and the last one, slaves... are more like a bonus.

From the order in which she narrated the story, she felt that Herbert would be more inclined to the first two.

But in fact, what is most important to Herbert is the population resources which are the least important in Sfanny's eyes.

The Eldar needed a population of clean origin.

And those slaves who were "rescued" obviously met this condition perfectly.

"I see. That means... huh?"

Just as Herbert was about to reply to Sfanny, his expression suddenly froze and his ears moved slightly.

Sfanny noticed his change and asked, "What's wrong? Do you have any questions?"

"No, I don't have anything to ask."

Herbert waved his hand, frowned, and asked, "Didn't you... hear that voice?"

"What sound do you mean?"

From Sfanny's strange reaction, Herbert realized that something might be wrong.

Only he could hear that voice.