Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 320 I Want You to Serve Me (6.4K)
My name is Herbert Albert and I'm going to show you how to survive in the most extreme and dangerous places!
In a place like that, you wouldn't even last a day without proper survival skills.

This time, we came to the dark area.

Be careful, this is the lair of underground creatures, filled with all kinds of unique monsters, and you may be attacked in the dark at any time!

Please be sure to treat each shadow with caution!
After all, you don't want to get your ass poked in by a beholder's tentacle... Oh, look over there!
See what we found?
A mushroom man!

Although it is not recommended to eat it under normal circumstances, it is a rare delicacy during survival situations.

Just remove the head and the rest of the food is edible...chicken-flavored and crunchy!

……

"Alchemist, haha, although not a great druid, but it's good enough."

"It's really hard to find anywhere without wearing iron shoes. It takes no effort at all to get here!"

Herbert looked at the mushroom merchant Miser, nodded with satisfaction, and sighed in his heart.

In the development of Elda, Herbert had previously encountered a rather difficult and embarrassing problem - the inability to properly cultivate the land.

As the site of the Kingdom of God, the soil structure there has changed.

Freme tried to refine some alchemical potions. It couldn't be said to be useless, but the results were really unsatisfactory.

She suggested that Herbert find an archdruid to make special improvements to the soil - a radical and complete solution.

After returning to the monastery, Herbert tried to contact the druids, but with little success and made no effective progress.

First of all, the most important reason is that it is really difficult to find an Archdruid.

They have always lived in the wilderness, associating with wild beasts and monsters, and living outside of human society.

Moreover, the archdruids also like to transform themselves into the appearance of wild beasts and monsters, integrating into their tribes as non-human beings, and not changing back for years or even decades, becoming one of them.

Some extreme cases may even completely lose themselves and become a legendary monster, reproducing offspring among the tribe, and only return to their original form after death.

For these mysterious and elusive gods, not only outsiders but even the druid organization’s own people may not be able to find them.

In addition, because of the Misty Monastery's reputation for rejecting monsters, many druid organizations are unwilling to have contact with them.

Although he did not go so far as to fall out with a great and glorious monastic organization, he did not show any good face.

All the letters that Herbert sent to them in the name of the monastery were returned very "politely".

However, the letters sent in the nobles' private names were completely ignored, and no one received a response.

The Druid organization lives in nature and has very little demand for money and power, almost nothing.

Without desire, one is strong.

That group of druids and paladins were just too lazy to pay attention and completely looked down on the nobles.

Although some druids of human origin are better in this regard, it still takes a certain amount of time and opportunity to connect with them.

Although we cannot get in touch with them in the short term, the development of Elda cannot be completely shelved. Herbert does have other backup plans.

One of the ideas is to find some exiled archdruids from the evil camp, who would be willing to accept various "gifts" offered by the nobles.

In addition, evil druids have another advantage, which is that it is much easier to capture and imprison them without any psychological burden.

Even if the truth is revealed later, there will be no bad impact - if necessary, it can be directly disposed of in a "harmless" manner.

Or, there is a second-best solution - finding a better alchemical potion.

The alchemical potion made by Miss Mermaid, an amateur alchemist, is not effective enough, but what if she replaced it with a legendary potion produced by a legendary alchemist?

The effect will definitely be different!

And now, look what Herbert discovered?
A legendary alchemist who has the identity of a monster, is in the neutral but slightly evil camp, and still owes me a favor!
What a perfect backup - oh, should I say "good guy" at this time~
Also, don't forget that this is a dark area. Even if someone disappears mysteriously, there shouldn't be any problem...right?
"That's great. That's great."

Herbert thought about this in his heart, and his eyes turned more tenderly towards the mushroom merchant.

Miser felt uneasy at this sight, and his real body on the other side couldn't help but tremble.

hiss!
No, this look is too disturbing!

She hesitated for a moment, and the puppet clone showed an awkward smile and asked tentatively: "Uh, this... Lord Paladin? Do you have anything you want to ask?"

What exactly are you going to do?
Rather!

No matter what, you'd better hurry up and give it a good beating.

"hehe."

Herbert's attitude changed at this time. He chuckled twice and said in an unusually gentle voice, "Since you are not a villain, you don't have to be so wary of me. You don't have to call me sir. Just call me by my name."

Herbert put away his cold and hard attitude when facing "evil" and switched to gentle and humble Paladin mode.

"I am Herbert Albert, a simple paladin from the Mist Monastery."

ordinary?
Misser was speechless about Herbert's "modest words", thinking that he was a little too low-key, even a little hypocritical.

It's already this time, why are you still pretending?

In addition, Misser also noticed a detail in Herbert's words.

The monastery he was talking about...is it the Misty Monastery that I know?

After recalling those rumors, Miser's heart trembled slightly, and he looked at Herbert with more caution.

Misser wasn't sure whether Herbert was introducing her background in a normal way or deliberately reminding her to be obedient.

I have a feeling that after putting away his fake indifference, this paladin has become more dangerous than before...

After thinking for a moment, Herbert put away his dangerous look and said directly: "Miss Misser, you just said that you want to repay me?"

The real show is coming!

Mise's heart trembled, knowing that the other party might have already thought of the requirements. She secretly tensed up and prepared to meet the challenge.

"Yes, Lord Herbert, please give me a chance to repay you."

She did not use the rhetoric of "willing to pay a price" to make compensation, but instead adopted the humble attitude of "actively repaying".

I volunteered to be the main one, please give me the opportunity to repay you.

Very good at things,

Herbert did not accept Misser's initiative and shook his head, saying, "There is no need to repay anything. I did not choose to become a paladin just to get the people I helped to repay me."

"Don't worry that I'm pretending to shirk responsibility. This is my true thought. Although a Paladin fights for others, he fights even more for his own beliefs."

"A paladin shouldn't rely on favors to demand rewards. It should never be like this."

The white-haired paladin spoke calmly and firmly. He seemed extremely calm, with a peaceful yet extremely powerful strength.

This attitude made the mushroom merchant nod slightly, and he felt a little more relaxed. He felt that Herbert was indeed a qualified paladin and had not gone too far.

"Sir Herbert, I admire your noble character more than your great strength."

"Haha." Herbert smiled slightly, shook his head, and didn't explain any further.

Doesn't he like to talk?

No.

Herbert pretended to be profound at this time just because, if he said a few more words... he would be exposed!
Herbert spoke in a high-sounding manner, saying that he was not

But the fact is - hey, he didn't have a choice at the time!
Do you think this is the Paladin I want to be?

no!
At the beginning, only he knew how painful it was.

But this little secret doesn't need to be told to outsiders, it's enough for him to know it himself.

Herbert felt bitter, but he didn't say it.

He shook his head and turned to the mushroom merchant and said, "No need to repay, but I want to make a deal with you... a fair deal."

At this time, because he believed in the noble qualities displayed by Herbert, Misser was less wary of him and patted his chest and said, "Of course there is no problem. What kind of deal do you want to make with me?"

Herbert nodded and smiled, "I want you to serve me."

Ok?
Why are you saying this again?
Is this Paladin a bit long-winded?

Misser was stunned for a moment, then nodded again and said, "Of course, I'm happy to serve you, there's no problem! I just don't know what you need me to do?"

"As you know, I am an alchemist. I have many special potions that I made myself."

In order to increase her persuasiveness, she waved her hand backwards, and the carriage beside her started to move by itself, slowly moved in front of the two of them, and began to vibrate rapidly.

clack clack...

After a few breaths, the richly decorated carriage changed its appearance and turned into a luxurious stall filled with all kinds of bottled potions.

But compared to the potions that were flashing with different waves, Herbert was more interested in the transformable carriage itself.

Autobots, is that you?
He looked at it carefully and raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Oh?"

Somewhat to his surprise, this carriage was not some activated Autobot, but more like some kind of... mycelium aggregate.

There is nothing special about the material of the carriage itself; the key lies in the "mechanism" that changes it.

A living organ.

Specialized hyphae connect the two ends at the opening and closing of the mechanism, acting as a hinge and controlling the changes of the carriage.

"Sir Herbert, please look, these are all my works!"

While Herbert was observing the stall, Miser walked into the stall, jumped onto a specially raised stool, and began to skillfully promote the products that he was proud of.

"It depends on what you want. I can give you a 20% discount... ahem, 40% off. I almost forgot."

She coughed, controlled the mycelium to lift up the potions one by one, and introduced them:
"If you want a potion to improve your defense, then I recommend this. It can give you defense comparable to petrified skin for half an hour. The side effect is that it will reduce your speed a little bit. Ahem, a little bit more."

"Or do you want to improve your physical fitness? This can give you the power of a dragon for one hour... well, it's roughly comparable to the dragon, anyway, the difference is not too big. The side effect is that your will will be confused during the effect period."

"Or to restore magic power in a short period of time? To resist poison? To confuse the enemy? To make monsters..."

Miser, who had entered the state of a businessman, listed dozens of mushroom potions with different effects in one breath, highly praising the effects of his own products and downplaying their various side effects with his rhetoric.

Herbert listened silently on the side, occasionally showing an interested expression and nodding slightly, which made Miser's performance even more enthusiastic.

Finally, after a long time, when Eliza came back with other bruised and battered survivors, Miser finally stopped.

She looked up proudly, wanting to know what Herbert was going to buy.

But, to her considerable confusion, Herbert, after choosing for a long time, did finally look at her.

He smiled and nodded at her, then said again, "I want you to serve me."

Misser: ???
What's wrong with you? Don't you understand?
"No, I know. I'm happy to serve you. What exactly do you want... uh!" Miser explained in confusion. Halfway through his words, he suddenly realized something and stopped abruptly.

She slowly raised her head, moved her mouth, pointed at herself, and asked uncertainly: "Wait, you don't want the potion, so... you want me?"

Herbert smiled with satisfaction, nodded happily, and applauded:

"clever."

Miss, you finally reacted. I almost thought you didn’t understand what I said.

"..."

Miser listened to the seemingly sarcastic compliment and moved his lips speechlessly, somewhat hoping that he was not that smart.

She finally understood the incongruity of the conversation. The two of them were not thinking on the same topic. Meanwhile, the vampire who had already vented his anger on the other unlucky guys couldn't help laughing at this scene.

"Pfft! Haha!"

Stupid mushroom man, are you too naive?

How dare you believe his lies so easily?

Laugh to death.

I've never heard such a funniest joke in all these years!

"Haha, cough, cough, cough!"

The vampire pointed at the embarrassed mushroom merchant and laughed wildly, then he coughed violently when Herbert's eyes swept over him.

"Ok?"

Herbert smiled and asked, "Eliza, you are laughing so happily, do you have anything to say?"

Now it was Eliza's turn to stop smiling and pout like a kitten.

whee?

No hehe!
"I'm fine, no! Well, you guys are busy, leave me alone!"

Before Herbert could seize the opportunity to catch up with her, she waved her hand and said, "Here, I brought them all back to you! No need to thank me! I'm going to find Sfanny!"

After saying this, without giving Herbert time to reply, he jumped into the shadows.

Slide, slide!

Let the mushroom man be fooled by him, I'm going to run away first.

With the thought of "I would rather die than let my friend die", the vampire lady made the despicable choice to escape alone.

Hehehe, I must run away!

Eliza came back quickly and slipped away even faster, leaving behind a group of beaten survivors who looked at the white-haired boy in confusion and awe.

They were a group of special dwarves, only about 1.34 meters tall, with gray skin. There were about thirty of them, and each of them had heavy chains on their feet.

They were the gray dwarf slaves of the Moore family. They survived because they were placed in the furnace forge on the edge of the city and continued to forge armor and weapons.

They didn't even know what was going on. They only knew that chaos had broken out, the evil god had descended, the angel had descended, and the evil god had died...

Also, a vampire came and beat up everyone he saw, regardless of gender, and then took them to the city center.

At the beginning, after discovering that the brutal vampire had left, the clever gray dwarves discovered that the city seemed to have been destroyed and wanted to take the opportunity to sneak away.

But before they could take any action, they recognized the identity of the person with his back to them after being hurriedly reminded by others.

That angel who is like the scorching sun!!!

Out of awe and instinct for the strong, the gray dwarves couldn't help but tremble, and then like dominoes, one after another knelt down towards the back of that being and buried their heads deeply.

Herbert noticed the movement behind him, but he didn't pay much attention to it. Instead, he continued to stare at the mushroom merchant with an ugly expression and asked, "Do you have anything to say?"

Miser stared at Herbert deeply and took a deep breath helplessly.

Even though this puppet body did not actually need to breathe, and she herself did not have lungs or other respiratory organs, it was this meaningless action that allowed her to regain her calm.

The mushroom merchant calmed down and regained his composure. He asked without any hope, "Sir, can I refuse your trade request?"

Herbert did not answer, but just looked at her quietly, with a slight smile on his lips.

After seeing this expression, Miser sighed helplessly and said with a wry smile: "Can I ask why it was me?"

"Besides, I don't think there's any special grudge between us, right?"

We were talking nicely before...why did you suddenly become so tough?

Herbert smiled at her resigned look, without explaining why he had chosen her.

He shook his head and said, "Ms. Miss, it looks like you have misunderstood something."

"I'm not forcing you."

"I am merely asking you for a mutually beneficial, equal-value transaction."

I'm dealing fairly with you, don't act like I'm forcing you.

The corners of Miser's mouth twitched, and he whispered in a rather speechless voice: "But sir, not giving others the right to refuse is in itself forcing them."

You really didn't force me?

"Ms. Miss, I certainly don't forbid you from rejecting me. You have the right to choose."

Herbert smiled kindly, squinting his eyes and said, "If you really don't want to, you can try to refuse. It doesn't matter."

"Maybe, I will agree."

Herbert said frankly: I didn't, don't talk nonsense.

I didn't force you.

You wanted to go home with me voluntarily!
reject?

Aren't you kidding me?
How dare I refuse?

Miser felt numb now, and could only complain without any killing power: "...You are really an unexpected paladin."

She emphasized the word "accidentally" and tried to vent her grief and anger.

After complaining a little, Misser saw that the other party was indifferent and had no energy to complain. In the end, he could only accept his fate and explained helplessly:
"Lord Herbert, I don't know what you want from me, but I really can't leave here. I'm afraid your request..."

"Misser."

Herbert suddenly raised his hand to interrupt Misser, stared into her eyes, and asked abruptly: "Do you want to leave here?"

"I mean - leave completely."

what?
Miser looked up blankly, blinked, and tilted his head and said, "Um, you mean... to kill me?"

Let me leave this world completely?

Since bribery doesn't work, are you going to resort to intimidation?

"Ok?"

Herbert:?

Now it was Herbert's turn to be confused.

What kind of nonsense is this?

How come your mushroom-like thinking is more jumpy than mine?

I want to send you away, not get rid of you completely!
Herbert's face trembled, and he said slowly with a straight face: "I mean... do you want to leave the dark area completely?"

"Get out of here, get away from this dark and evil place, and live among other people."

Ok?
Miser frowned, becoming even more puzzled, and completely unable to figure out Herbert's real intention.

It seemed that the other party was not forcing her, but inviting her?

Taking her away from here as a bargaining chip in exchange for serving him?

This……

The mushroom merchant hesitated for a moment and shook his head slowly: "No, I don't understand what you mean. I don't want to leave here."

"Perhaps to you, this is a dark and damp cave, but to me, this is my hometown, my favorite hometown."

“I never want to leave here.”

In response to Misser's denial, Herbert raised an eyebrow and asked.

"really?"

Herbert chuckled and asked, "Your choice of words and behavior are surprisingly good. For a mushroom man, it must have taken a lot of time to reach this level, right?"

The mushroom merchant frowned even more and said in a deep voice: "It is indeed as you said. It took me many years to achieve this, but what does this prove?"

“If I imitate other people’s behavior, does that mean I am yearning for the outside world?”

"Can't I just exercise in order to trade with other people?"

"As a mushroom man, do I have to..."

At the end, Miser shut up himself.

She finally realized that something was wrong and that her reaction was a little too emotional.

As for Herbert, although Miser had been trying his best to deny his guess, in fact... it was no different from admitting it.

However, he did not break the last layer of window paper at this time, but took the initiative to change the subject.

"Just assume for now that what you say is true."

"Since you are so confident and unwilling to leave here, then let me meet your true self."

In order to reassure Misser, Herbert took the initiative to swear an oath to restrain himself:

"Please rest assured, I swear in the name of the Paladin that I will never use this as an excuse to do anything to hurt you, including anyone else."

"If you really don't want to, then we can change to other conditions. I won't force you."

After hearing his promise, Miser sighed helplessly and rubbed his temples with his hands.

"You are really persistent..."

She didn't know where the other party's persistent attitude and confidence came from.

“… Never mind. That’s it.”

"Although I want to say that you are doing useless work, but if you insist on seeing it, I can't stop you."

Miser sighed and said, "Besides, it just so happens... I have something I want to give you."

Oh?
"What is it?" Herbert had not expected that she would have anything that could be called "just right" for him.

Are you going to give me some mushrooms for making soup?
"mushroom?"

"No, it's a human."

Herbert:?

Miser said indifferently, "I found a guy who had fainted."

Herbert:?

Eh?
Who is this expert who actually lost himself?

Whose subordinates are these?
It can’t be... mine, right?

"He has the same badge as that lady. He should be your companion."

what.

It really is mine!

(End of this chapter)