Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 284 I'll be the boss! (Please vote at the beginning of the month!)
"..."

Cyril returned to his room in silence, and finally exploded after closing the door. He gritted his teeth and pounded the stone desk hard.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

Boom!Boom!Boom!
The stone table weighing hundreds of pounds was shaken by his pounding and showed signs of cracking.

But although Cyril was angry, he had not completely lost his mind.

He was still trying to restrain himself from using more force, otherwise, the stone table would have been smashed to pieces by his sandbag-sized fists.

His innate supernatural powers had already been awakened, and after several years of hard training and learning the skills of a monk, his hands could now be used as powerful weapons.

Although Cyril is more proficient in using a warhammer, he can easily defeat monks of the same level with his bare hands.

Boom!
Click...

When a tiny crack appeared on the desk, Cyril finally calmed down a little. He stopped hammering and carefully raised his hand slowly and clenched his fist tightly.

"Herbert, that damned nobleman!"

Although he calmed down a bit, the anger in his heart still could not be calmed down.

Cyril thought of the "mocking" smile Herbert had given him when they parted.

He must be laughing at me!

Yes, that guy must think that everything I do is just a futile effort to add to the laughter...

What about the facts?

"...Tsk." Cyril thought of the bleak truth and couldn't help but smacking his lips.

Not only did others not support his courageous struggle, most people didn't even care.

The others had gone back to pack their things, ready to follow Herbert to the dark area.

Is this my problem?

Or are they just too naive?

"Those guys were actually deceived by him. They... Tsk!"

Cyril's anger and hatred towards the nobility is difficult for others to fully understand.

Not everyone could understand his anger, as many of the monks in the monastery were not of commoner origin.

Some of them have some connection with the nobility, and some are even former nobility.

Cyril was angry for a while, then he angrily pulled out a tattered little notebook from the drawer and slowly wrote Herbert's name on it.

This notebook is Cyril's "Book of Hatred", which records all the "enemies" Cyril has met over the years.

Then Cyril continued writing.

The second name, Varro, he laughed at me.

The third name, Zar, he laughed at me in sign language.

The fourth name...

Soon, Cyril wrote down the names of everyone present today, including the unrecognizable Bishop Rusty Nail!

"..."

Putting down the pen, Cyril looked at the list of names in silence for a long time and scratched his hair.

"Tsk!"

scoff-

After slamming his mouth hard, he suddenly tore off the "paper of hatred" with names written all over it.

Clench it tightly, then put it in your mouth, chew it vigorously, and swallow the last bite.

goo.

As the paper ball in his mouth moved up and down along with his Adam's apple, he swallowed the "hatred" into his stomach.

"No! Your Excellency the Judge said that I shouldn't let anger control me... That's wrong!"

Snapped!
He sighed deeply, slapped himself hard, and his eyes became more determined.

He has recovered from being consumed by anger and will not do anything stupid like hating everyone.

"There is only one person to hate!"

Finally, Cyril picked up the pen again and wrote a name.

"Only by defeating you can I truly become stronger!"

Cyril looked at the name and nodded deeply, then closed the Book of Hatred and put it in the cloth pocket sewn on his chest.

After finishing everything, he finally turned around and started packing his luggage.

Yes, Cyril will also go to the dark area with everyone.

Would he give up this rare experience because of Herbert's existence?

impossible.

As a person who had never had any chances and had to watch his father and brother die, he values ​​every precious opportunity more than others.

Although he could not accept and even hated the idea of ​​Herbert taking charge of this matter.

But going to the dark area for training is very challenging and can also help him improve his own strength.

"Yes, no matter what happens next, I will endure it..."

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled.

When he opened his eyes, he had regained his calm.

……

ten minutes later.

"What did you say!!?"

"I do not accept!"

Cyril, who had already prepared himself mentally to endure the humiliation, suddenly exploded.

He achieved a good ten minutes in the "Don't Get Angry Challenge".

Cyril was furious again, and growled at the smiling white-haired boy in front of him: "You are insulting me! I will never do what you want!"

"You really still think of yourself as a noble in your heart! You look down on us commoners!"

"Slave? Ha!"

When Cyril was ready to come before Herbert, he was informed that he would have to play the role of a slave for the sake of disguise.

At other times, playing a slave is not something unacceptable.

Because in many cases, although the Paladin represents justice, it is not accepted by others.

Although they have good intentions and want to save others, they are often seen as a disaster by some people.

Some people don't want to be saved by others.

Especially some people who are already connected with the evil realm are even more unwilling to see the appearance of the Paladins.

All we can say is that their suffering is worthy of their thoughts.

Therefore, paladins often need to disguise their identities in order to better complete their tasks.

In that situation, it was common to pretend to be a pauper, a refugee, or a slave.

But the situation now is completely different.

Herbert's arrangement was regarded by Cyril as a naked humiliation!

I can only play the role of a lowly slave, while the other party has to pretend to be a slave trader who enslaves me.

If this isn't a humiliation, then what else is?

He glared at Herbert and gritted his teeth and said, "You want us to be slaves and you want to be a slave trader, right?!"

Cyril is not the only one who thinks this way about the current situation.

Because of Cyril's previous resistance, some people began to think about Herbert's identity, and unknowingly planted a seed of doubt in their hearts.

Once you put on tinted glasses with preconceived notions, everything you see becomes discrimination.

Naturally, when Cyril pointed out the contradiction, some subtle changes occurred in the field, and some people looked at Herbert with suspicion. Did he really think so?
Herbert seemed quite calm about his rage and other people's suspicion.

No one noticed that when Cyril exploded, a smile flashed in Herbert's eyes.

Oh, I really took the bait.

While Cyril was venting his emotions, Herbert stood with his hands behind his back, smiling and looking at him quietly, until he finally began to breathe calmly, then he shook his head gently.

"Sir Cyril, I don't understand why you are so excited and even regard this arrangement as an insult from me?"

There was a slight sadness in Herbert's eyes that came from being misunderstood, as well as confusion about Cyril's behavior.

Cyril was still angry, but after seeing this expression, a trace of uneasiness suddenly flashed through his heart.

Wait, something seems a little off?
He was just wondering when he heard Herbert's next words.

The white-haired boy from a noble family had clear eyes and asked a question that left everyone speechless.

"According to what you mean... do you think it's humiliating to play a slave? Do you think it's an honor to play a slave trader?"

In an instant, everyone suddenly realized that the slave traders were also part of the disguise.

What Herbert said doesn't seem to be wrong!
Herbert stared at Cyril, whose expression suddenly stiffened, and sighed regretfully: "Cyril, if you say that again, I will doubt your belief."

Cyrillic:!!?

Me, huh?
right?

No, no, no!

"No, I am not……"

Cyril wanted to explain, but Herbert didn't give him the chance and continued, "Do you think I'm willing to be the leader of this slave caravan?"

Herbert stared at Cyril's confused eyes and said in a deep voice:

"Do you think it is an honor to be an evil and dirty slave trader? Am I not enduring the same humiliation as you?!"

"Why do I play a slave trader? Because I know their behavior better than you think because I want to 'enjoy' the feeling of being superior to others!"

"Then tell me, if a former noble like me is not suitable as this candidate, who is more suitable?"

"Who in your eyes is more suitable for this evil, dirty, vile role!"

"Is it you? Or someone else?"

"Go ahead."

And just like that, Herbert's plan was successful.

Step by step, he led Cyril into the trap he had prepared.

If Cyril quietly chooses to obey, then all is well.

But if he chose to resist... then from the moment he opened his mouth, he would have no way to retreat.

If you have any dissatisfaction or doubts, you can raise them.

And after proposing it, what is your solution?

As monks dedicated to justice, who would be more willing to play such a role?

"..."

Cyril stood there awkwardly, and he realized the problem - he raised the problem but did not propose a solution.

Candidate?
Where can I find such a candidate?
In the silence, Cyril felt the gazes of others. Those gazes that originally seemed to agree with him now all turned into suspicion.

At this moment, Cyril felt more powerless than angry.

"..."

The scene remained silent for a while until an impatient voice broke the deadlock.

"Tsk, are you going to leave or not? What's there to argue about?"

Eliza's disdainful snort drew everyone's attention to her.

Under the gaze of the crowd, her scarlet eyes were full of disdain as she sneered, "Isn't he just a slave trader? You humans are so hypocritical. I really don't know what you are arguing about."

"Since none of you want to be the boss, I'll take it!"

Why don't I be the one?
Eliza didn't really want to be a slave trader, she just thought these people were too troublesome.

For a moment, Eliza's aura as a legendary vampire really overwhelmed everyone.

Her pride, strength and mystery were all deeply engraved in the eyes of others.

Unfortunately, like all pretentious people, Eliza was never handsome for more than three seconds.

"Ok?"

Soon, Eliza realized one thing - this was not an ordinary place.

It's the Misty Monastery.

It is a misty monastery where a group of fanatical burning enthusiasts gather.

Also, these guys in front of me have never been good men and women.

"Human? Are they... aliens?"

"Alien prisoners?"

After realizing Eliza's identity as a "heretic", almost all the monks present placed their dominant hands on their weapons.

Click.

Clang.

hiss.

The sounds of various weapons being unsheathed and unlocked could be heard continuously, causing Eliza to swallow silently.

She saw the desire to destroy evil in their eyes.

Eliza is certainly not afraid of these "weaklings" with mid-to-high-level strength, but the same thing applies... don't forget where you are here.

This is the Misty Monastery!

If you hit the younger one, the older one will definitely come out.

If we provoke the first one, then... that would be a disaster.

"hiss……"

Just when Eliza was embarrassed and wanted to hide behind Herbert, this bad guy who always liked to humiliate her took the initiative to take a step forward and stood in front of her.

Eliza:?

Miss Vampire looked at the boy who walked up to her in confusion.

what are you going to do?
Herbert tilted his head slightly after noticing her blank gaze and gave her a faint smile.

Then, Herbert turned to face everyone and said with a smile: "I think Eliza made a good suggestion."

"That's right. Since no one wants to be such an evil character, why not let Eliza, who is evil to begin with, take on the role?"

"This way, we don't have to worry about it. What do you think?"

Everyone was still struggling with Eliza's identity, but after hearing Herbert's words, they began to think about it unconsciously.

Hey, don’t say that, please don’t say that.

It seems to be really the case!
As long as Eliza takes on the role of slave trader, the problem will indeed be solved.

Herbert looked at everyone nodding slightly, smiled with satisfaction, and then said: "Then my new identity is the male favorite of the caravan owner."

At this moment, everyone felt like their brains had short-circuited.

Ok?
Everyone:? ? ?
At this moment, everyone suspected that there was something wrong with their ears.

Even Sfanny, who had been daydreaming before, was stunned. She raised her head and glanced at Herbert's profile.

What is this Excellency doing?
As the "party involved", Elisa was even more confused.

Male concubine? Whose male concubine...ah!

mine?

ah! ! ?
(End of this chapter)