Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 294: Identity

Chapter 294: Identity (4.2K)
Fao: Huh?

I can't take this!

This this this... this is!! ?
At this moment, Fao's mind was confused.

As a paladin who wanted to follow Herbert, although he really wanted to accept the item bestowed by Sir Herbert, this thing... couldn't be a ring.

This thing has a special meaning!

As a conservative among conservatives, Fao, whose thoughts were too traditional in all aspects, could not accept this gift.

"Sir, I, uh, you...can't do this!"

Fao took a deep breath and said with difficulty: "Sir, this is really not possible!"

Because of his previous impression, Herbert didn't think too much about Fao's panicked look in any outrageous direction, he just thought that he didn't want to take such a valuable thing.

So, Herbert winked at the ease and said with a smile: “Take it, no need to refuse, it’s just an identity.”

But Fao, who was already overthinking, became even more panicked after hearing this.

Eh?
Identity?

No, no.

There is no need for identity!

Fao had heard about the nobles' special habits before. Some liked the opposite sex, some liked the same sex, and some liked both...

He couldn't even understand those hobbies, let alone respect them.

"Sir, this, this... it really won't work!"

Although Fao respected Herbert very much, he still found it difficult to accept this request.

This is not something that old-school paladins are into!
Just as Fao was about to make things clear, Herbert's words came faintly.

"To place these people, you not only need firm beliefs and strong strength, but you also need an identity that is convenient for you to act."

"This is the outer area of the Dark Region. Most of the forces belong to the evil camp."

Herbert said lightly: "It is not convenient to reveal the identity of the monastery for the time being. Even if it is really moved out, some people may not buy it...but the identity of the nobility is different."

"The nobles have money, and few evil forces can get along with money."

What is the meaning of the existence of evil forces?
Some are minions cultivated by evil gods in the mortal world, and they need to realize their little plans in secret.

Some of them just gather together to vent their dark desires and to keep each other warm to fight against the pursuit of the justice camp.

But for more evil forces, the most important task is only one - to make money.

Make money! Make money! It's fucking money!

They will make profits through various dark means, and then spend the profits to continue to strengthen themselves, and then make more profits...in an endless cycle.

The world is not black and white.

It doesn't mean that people belonging to the two camps of good and evil will beat their brains out when they meet - the paladin above doesn't count.

Even if it is pure justice, there will be times when you turn a blind eye due to special reasons.

Even if Fao and the others' identities are exposed, it doesn't matter. It's not like they won't pay!
Paladins are indeed a thorn in the side of evil forces, but as long as the money is in place, they are happy to pretend nothing happened.

As long as you understand the rules and operating logic of the evil camp, they are actually very easy to get along with.

The ring that Herbert gave to Phao was a symbol of his personal identity, representing the son of a duke.

There is no need to worry about someone doubting the authenticity of the ring and badge because they don't know about a small country like the Frost Crystal Kingdom. The evil camp has its own way of distinguishing.

Many problems can be easily solved by presenting yourself as the "Duke's son's attendant" and using gold coins to pave the way.

"As for their strength, with the five of you here, they will most likely not act rashly."

Fao and his crew are a high-level team, and as long as they don’t run into legends, they can handle many situations with ease.

"Take this ring, it can save you a lot of trouble, so... eh? Why are you in a daze?"

After explaining, Herbert was about to say something else when he suddenly raised his eyebrows.

Fao in front of him was looking up at the sky with a confused look on his face, his lips moving slightly, as if he was mumbling something.

Don’t you understand this?

Well, for Fao, who was born into a commoner family, the twists and turns here are indeed a bit complicated.

Herbert was kind enough to forgive him.

However, Fao was indeed confused, but in fact - it was due to another reason.

Fao: Identity?
Oh, so this is your identity!

Hi!
I thought it was some other identity... cough!

"Cough cough!"

Faol recovered and coughed, then nodded vigorously as if nothing had happened and said seriously:
"So that's how you think about it. I understand."

Because he was always so serious, no one thought much about it and just thought he really didn't want to accept help.

Only Varo, who was familiar with Fao's old-fashioned character, frowned and vaguely realized something.

But at this moment, the loudmouth tightened his expression, clenched his teeth, and kept all his guesses in his stomach.

No, you can't say anything now!
If I laugh out loud now, I'm afraid it would... Phew, cough cough!
"Ok?"

Herbert keenly sensed something was wrong and noticed Phao's unnaturalness and Varro's suppressed laughter.

What the hell are these two doing?

However, because he had more important things to do, Herbert did not ask any further questions.

Fao was now completely back to normal and asked about another worrying detail.

"However, sir, if you hand over this ring to us, your identity will not be..."

In this way, they were safe, but the risk was transferred to Herbert.

These hundreds of slaves sent to the dark areas were carefully selected. They were the property of the slave caravans, and there were various slave trading guilds behind them.

Small-scale robbery is fine, but I don’t think the slave traders will easily let go of such a large-scale robbery.

"It's okay. You don't have to worry about this. Leave this risk to me."

"Besides, like Varro said... we can't let you steal all the limelight."

Herbert signaled the others to stand up and retrieve their equipment hidden under the prison van.

Herbert waved his hand casually and said with a smile: "Besides, if they want to cause trouble in the future, it's up to them."

If you want revenge, you have to find me first.

So, are you going to the Frost Crystal or the Misty Monastery?
Or to Eldar?
I am really looking forward to their revenge.

"Also, take these gold coins with you. They will come in handy."

As if by magic, a storage bag appeared in Herbert's hand and he casually threw it into Fao's hand.

“I know you may have taken the Poverty Vow and don’t have overnight wealth, but this money is not for you, but for them.”

"Use this money to settle the troubles on the road, and then give some to everyone to settle down."

"This money was also collected from those slave traders. It originally belonged to them."

"Finally, if there is any left, remember not to keep it for yourself."

This last sentence was of course a joke. Herbert was not worried at all that Fao and the others would take the money and do nothing.

Not to mention that Herbert wouldn't be so stingy, it's impossible for these people to break their oath.

Many times, the identity of a paladin may not necessarily provide them with help, but the oath they swore would constrain their behavior.

In previous lives, this kind of self-restraint was just a personal spiritual pursuit.

But in this world, restraint on one's own behavior brings power.

After hearing the joke, Fao also laughed, looking much more relaxed, and bowed slightly to Herbert: "...Understood, I will follow your instructions."

Herbert nodded, turned and left, waving his hand as he walked away, saying, "Go, do what you think is right."

he left.

He took the rest of the monks to the dark area and continued to carry out the tasks assigned by the monastery.

But people like Fao chose to stay.

They wanted to take these poor people away from this nightmare and lead them to a new life - a new life with freedom and dignity. After a while, when all the other figures disappeared, Fao and the others looked at each other silently, and then they all laughed.

"You didn't expect we would choose to stay with you?"

(Gestures)
"Don't worry, together we can do it."

"Don't wait any longer, start telling them the situation."

"Ha ha……"

Perhaps one day in the future, they may regret the decision they made today.

But not now.

At least at this moment, there was no regret in their hearts.

They looked around and found that the slaves had relaxed without them noticing and had gathered around them, surrounding them.

These people naturally did not intend to besiege Fao, but simply hoped to get closer to these people.

After witnessing the entire conversation between Herbert and Fao and others, they also realized that these people were their hope of saving them.

Especially the young man with pure white hair, who made them both respect and fear him.

Respect, because the young man seemed to be the leader of these people, and it was he who dealt with those dirty slave traders!

The fear is due to the opponent's powerful strength.

Just one sentence made hundreds of people kneel on the ground. This power was simply incomprehensible to them. It was really too terrifying.

Fao stood up amidst the expectant eyes and said gently, "Everyone, please don't be afraid. We will definitely send you home."

Come back home.

A word that made the slaves' expressions change slightly.

Whether or not they still have a home to return to, the act of going home itself is powerful.

"My Lord! You really... Ouch!"

A child squeezed to the front and wanted to ask a question, but he lost his balance and fell to the ground.

"Please don't call me sir."

Fao half-knelt in front of the child, helped him up, and shook his head, saying, "My name is Fao, I'm just an ordinary paladin."

The child really reached the front, but became a little timid, lowered his head and whispered, "Thank you."

Fao shook his head again and said to the child and all the other slaves: "You should not thank me, but be grateful to that lord, because he saved you."

If it weren't for Herbert's idea, they wouldn't have played the role of slaves, wouldn't have met these people, and would never have directly wiped out the slave traders.

The fact that these people were able to be rescued was really due to Herbert's efforts.

The slaves looked at each other and were silent for a while.

After a while, one of the slaves who had tried to take Herbert down by force raised his hand and asked sincerely, "Sir, can you tell us the name of that gentleman?"

This was not just his problem. Many slaves nodded silently.

They want to know a name.

Who saved them?

benefactor.

What was the identity of the young man who came like a god and then left?
Who is he?
As for this question, Fao and others were a little hesitant.

"This one……"

Since Herbert did not leave his name voluntarily, did he not want to reveal his identity?

If it is exposed without permission, will it cause trouble to Herbert?

"...Okay, I'll tell you."

Fao frowned and hesitated for a while, and finally decided to tell them a name.

He smiled with pity and compassion at these poor people who had unfortunately become slaves, and whispered the name.

"Herbert."

"The lord's name is Herbert, a very kind man."

He was careful not to mention Herbert's last name, vaguely feeling that the gentleman did not seem to like his family.

"As for his identity..."

Phao's eyes swept over the ring that Herbert threw to him, on which was engraved his personal seal - a white dove flapping its wings high.

"【White Dove】."

His eyes flashed with pride and arrogance, and he said loudly: "The white dove that brings salvation to the unfortunate!"

"The white dove will tell the world through its actions that no one belongs in a cage!"

……

Herbert didn't know that Fao had secretly used the name "White Dove" as his own title.

If he had known, he would have prepared a better and cooler one in advance.

Like what - the Great Sage Teacher, the Wheel-Turning King, the Great Western King...that's what's cool.

White dove?

Tsk, that won’t work.

"Ok?"

When Herbert and other monks returned to the tavern, the place had returned to complete peace.

To be precise, the tavern was completely gone, razed to the ground by some force.

Instead, what remains in its place is a cluster of brightly blooming flowers.

It is a cluster of scarlet flowers nourished by flesh and blood and watered by blood.

In the middle of the flowers, a girl wearing a black veil sat quietly on the ground with her knees hugged, emitting a strong smell of blood that made people want to vomit.

"This is!?"

The monks looked at the terrible monster nervously, and prepared to fight with their weapons in hand, but were stopped by Herbert before they could do anything.

"You guys go ahead, I'll handle this here, try to track down Cyril, I'll catch up with you guys later."

They were a little hesitant, but with the previous shock, they chose to believe it this time. After nodding, they quickly walked around the flowers and entered the dark area.

"……Understood."

After the strangers left, Herbert slowly stepped into the flowers and walked towards the "dangerous existence" step by step.

Scarlet flowers, scary vampire princes - these are what other people see.

In Herbert's eyes...

Eliza sat peacefully in the ruins of the tavern, hugging her knees, staring at the dome above her head with a refreshed look on her face.

It seems that he was too happy after venting his emotions and entered the sage mode.

So Herbert walked up to her and asked with a smile, "Are you satisfied?"

"Ok?"

Eliza blinked and nodded: "Yeah... it feels good."

The long-lost wanton venting of emotions is truly intoxicating.

Just as Eliza was about to get up, Herbert suddenly said something.

"Since you feel good, give me the money."