Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 287 Patience is for Explosion (4K plus 90)
"I know you want to gain experience and prove yourself in the dark area, but don't forget how dangerous it is here."

"This is not the Misty Mountains. Even if we ask for help after encountering danger, no one will be able to arrive in time."

Herbert looked at the people with different expressions and said seriously:
"Don't expect me to protect you all forever. I'm only one person and I can't guarantee that I can get to every one of you in time."

"What you need to rely on and trust are your companions and the strength you have gained through hard training."

"Relying on yourselves is the real experience."

"Otherwise, you are just eaglets under the protection of the female eagle's wings!"

After Herbert finished speaking, everyone was silent for a while, and they were all thinking about Herbert's words.

It was obviously a tall, empty slogan that could be seen everywhere, but they couldn't help but feel that what Herbert said seemed to - make damn sense!

Yes.

If we only rely on him, then wouldn't we never really be in danger?
Seeing that they were thoughtful and the situation was getting better, Herbert decided to add fuel to the fire.

Herbert spoke again, this time with a stronger tone of encouragement in his voice.

"I know that you hate the chains on your hands. You think that they are a humiliation to you and a blasphemy to warriors."

"But think about it carefully. Is this really a shackle for you?"

As Herbert asked back, he also put on a pair of chains for himself - thicker than everyone else's chains.

Click.

After the buckle was firmly locked, Herbert threw the key in his hand casually.

Then, before the key even hit the ground, Herbert used his hands to easily break it in front of everyone's shocked gazes.

click!
"...What?" The exclamation that escaped from the mouth represented the thoughts of most people at the moment.

how can that be!

They knew that Herbert was very strong and was one of the few strong people who had reached a high level among the people present.

And to be appointed as a protector by Bishop Rusty Nail, there must be something special about him.

However, they never thought that this young man, who looked gentle and even a little weak and artistic, would have such a strong body.

This strength, this powerful physical fitness...is it really what a noble disciple should have?
Breaking chains with your bare hands, is this what you're supposed to do?

Isn't that what a reckless man like Cyril should do! ?
That’s right, the most shocked person among everyone at this moment was Cyril.

Others don’t know how much strength is needed to directly break the chain, but he is not only born with supernatural powers, but also the son of a blacksmith, and he knows the characteristics of metal best.

In order to prevent slaves from escaping, these chains are all made of the finest cast iron and are extremely hard!
Although the chain in Cyril's hand is strong, as long as he is determined, he can break it directly at a specific angle.

If you really want to break it by force, it will take a lot of effort and it is not impossible, but your wrist will definitely be injured and the skin will be broken.

However, the one in Herbert's hand... that color, it was obviously mixed with more precious magic metal!
In terms of strength and toughness, it is superior to everyone else's chains.

However, such a chain did not last more than two seconds in Herbert's hands.

He was more shocked by the strength of Herbert's wrist than by his strength.

The seemingly flawless white wrist did not have any scars or even a scratch mark.

How is this possible!!!

Or, this chain has been tampered with and is just a fake for show.

Otherwise, it means that Herbert's physical strength is far higher than this alloy...

After observing everyone's expressions, Herbert smiled with satisfaction and said, "These shackles can't hold a real sword, right?"

He didn't need Cyril and other suspicious people to come and check, and he took the initiative to throw the broken chain in front of them.

Click.

After doing all this casually, he looked nonchalant and continued aloud:

"You will not be trapped by this mortal iron, not your body, not your soul, and certainly not your will!"

"Remember, there is no shame in being patient for a while. It is all for the better execution of justice later."

"Remember, the Mist Wolf will only reveal itself when it bites its prey."

"Now, we are the Mist Ghost Wolves hiding in the thick fog, and those evil guys are our prey."

When he got excited, Herbert raised his right hand, put his four fingers together, then... lowered his hand slightly, clenched his fist tightly in front of his chest, and beat his chest.

"Everything we do, all the patience, all the forbearance, is only to drive the sword deeper!"

"Everything, all for justice!"

After delivering an impassioned mobilization speech, Herbert left the dazed crowd behind and walked back to the carriage.

After entering the secret space that was separated from the inside and the outside by magic, Herbert sighed slightly.

"Huh, I almost did something I can't do... Really, I didn't fail the exam."

Herbert sighed, then flopped down in his rocking chair and began to rock peacefully.

What is your father's father called? Your father's father is called Grandpa~
Crunch, crunch.

The interior space of the carriage was engraved with special runes by Sfanni, and the space was expanded four times, enough for Herbert to do whatever he wanted in it.

Such a large place is perfect for stuffing some things that shouldn't be here, such as a luxurious big bed that is perfect for four or five people to sleep together.

However, at this moment, the big bed was openly occupied by someone.

The vampire prince, who had taken off his shoes, was occupying the magpie's nest, lying leisurely on it, with his legs covered in white silk raised and swaying back and forth.

She looked at Herbert, who was full of confidence in front of others but acted like a nobody behind their backs, and curled her lips in disdain.

"Heh, I think all the things you said are just excuses for not wanting to take responsibility."

"Ok?"

Herbert opened his eyes, looked at the female vampire lying on the bed, raised his eyebrows and smiled, "What do you mean?"

Seeing that Herbert showed no sign of getting angry, Eliza became more confident and snorted:
"After giving so many excuses, aren't you ready to abandon them and do your own thing?"

"Since you were teleported to the previous city, you have easily found those merchants and exchanged them for these carriages and cages."

"If you say you didn't prepare in advance, I don't believe it!"

After leaving the teleportation array, Herbert first asked Cyril and the others to wait where they were, while he brought the two monster girls to the gray area in the city.

As a follower, Eliza witnessed with her own eyes how Herbert used his skillful techniques to wrestle with the high-level thief in charge, and in the end, he got the entire set of things from the slave caravan with just a few names.

This guy had planned this all along!
"..."

After listening to Eliza's speech, Sfanny, who was sitting in the corner of the carriage reading a book, looked up at her deeply and shook her head slightly.

what are you talking about?

He must have been prepared.

He accepted the task of leading these people temporarily, but it was not a sudden decision to go to the dark area.

In Sfanny's original plan, Herbert was going to use the slave channels that Kreti extracted from the minds of those Frost Crystal nobles, and follow the slave caravan into the dark area as a wandering merchant.

Now it's just a change of identity, from a follower to a caravan owner, there is actually no difference in essence.

"Haha, if you think so, then I can't do anything about it~"

Herbert smiled and casually brushed it off with some hypotension treatment talk.

Well, that's the way things are, there's nothing to hide.

Herbert's current plan is very simple, with only one principle - the protector's duty is to ensure that these people do not die in the end, right?

When they reach Malagas City, they will send Cyril and his men away, letting them train on their own (while having fun), while the three of them will sneak into the city to behead Stella. If everything goes well, they can continue to take them away as protectors...

If it doesn’t go well, well, that’s okay too.

Even if their whereabouts were discovered, they could take the initiative to reveal their identity as the "Knights of the Misty Monastery", making the pursuers think that they had encountered another group of idiot paladins who wanted to come to the dark area to "purify evil".

In general, although there are some troublesome followers, there is also an extra layer of insurance - some good people who help share the risks.

The plan has been prepared, and the first step now is to successfully enter as a slave trader.

In addition, Herbert had previously tried to contact the team of Paladins mentioned by Bishop Ashes and left contact marks at specific locations.

But the other party seemed to be away at the moment, so he waited for half a day and then stopped waiting.

"Oh, Herbert, I have something to ask you..."

"Ok?"

Herbert, who was shaking, turned around again after hearing this and found that the vampire lady, who had a smug look on her face just now, now had blushing cheeks.

She glanced at Herbert from time to time, lowered her head, and played with her fingers shyly.

"You, the one you said before, are you really going to be my male lover? Uh, no, I mean, are you going to play the role of my male lover?"

Herbert:?

Why are you bringing this up again?

Have you not come out of fantasy time yet?
"Yes, what's wrong?"

He nodded with amusement and added: "To be more precise, he is a servant, although there is no difference in essence."

No matter whether he is a male favorite or a servant, he needs to remember that "the flower language of steel wool is patience and wealth".

After receiving Herbert's affirmative answer, Eliza was obviously a little excited. She opened her eyes wide and asked, "Then! That means you will obey my orders during this period?"

Oh?
Herbert raised his eyebrows slightly, sensing some interesting meaning.

It seems that some people are unwilling to be the ones being bullied and want to rebel against Tiangang.

interesting.

"Correct."

Herbert nodded and asked with a smile, "Is there anything you want me to do?"

"hey-hey!"

How could Eliza say what she really thought at this time? She smiled and shook her head: "Ahem, it's nothing, it's really nothing! You will know when the time comes!"

In order to hide her true thoughts, Eliza turned over and curled up in the quilt, covering her head as if to hide her ears and stealing the bell, and giggled strangely in the quilt.

Herbert, just wait!

While we're outside, I'll let you be my male lover!
Hehehehe, you have come to this day too, hehehehehe…

However, she did not notice that after she covered herself with the quilt, the other two people in the carriage looked at each other silently.

"...Alas." ×2
The two sighed silently and looked at the shameful vampire huddled in the quilt with pity.

This child is so naive and pitiful!

She actually thought that Herbert would honestly abide by the rules he made.

……

……

Slave camp.

The thick phlegm spat out by the sturdy guard splashed onto the slave cart that had not yet stopped, and almost landed on the face of one of the slaves.

If the slave had not bent over due to the bumpy ride, the spit would have landed right on his forehead.

"...Tsk."

Cyril lowered his head, his face twitching, and he finally managed to hold back the urge to explode.

Damn.

patience!
Although he still disliked Herbert, he still thought that Herbert's previous speech made some sense.

A moment of patience is for a better outburst.

I will endure!

Cyril endured it, but unfortunately, someone didn't want him to live in peace.

After taking a quick look at the goods, the burly guard looked away in disappointment.

What a pity, his favorite type is not available.

However, although there are no must-eat delicacies, there are still some types that are just okay to eat.

He looked at the muscular Cyril, nodded with satisfaction, and hooked his finger at him.

"You, no, stop looking, it's you! You looked down on me just now, didn't you? Get out of here!"

Cyrillic:?

He looked up, saw the burly man pointing at him, and blinked.

Eh, me?

He chose me?

Cyril frowned, slowly stood up, and was about to walk to the cage when he suddenly stopped.

He felt a chill creep up his legs and settle on his butt.

This strange and cold feeling made his anus tighten, and he clamped the hook tightly.

Wait…something's wrong!
Am I scared?
Afraid of him?

Cyril narrowed his eyes in an instinctive warning and looked nervously at the burly man outside the cage.

This guy's strength is estimated to be at the beginner to intermediate level, so he is nothing to be afraid of.

Although he is tall, he is nothing compared to absolute strength.

Why is he looking at me like that?
Cyril's hesitation was taken as indecision by his companions, and the person next to him quietly advised: "Cyril, be patient, you can't be exposed now."

"I'm sorry for the hardship you've suffered. Please bear with me."

Cyril nodded slowly and gave a reassuring mature smile to the people who were worried about him.

"Don't worry, I will never be exposed."

Isn't it just caning and torture?

Ha ha.

I don't think this guy's whipping ability is better than that of the Punishment Sister of the Inquisition!
……

The third minute after Cyril left the cage.

A shrill scream came from the small room where the strong man was guarding.

"what!!!"

And a tearful roar that broke his defense.

"I can't bear it!!!"

(End of this chapter)