Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 335 Herbert, what on earth are you... (5.2K plus 120 121)
"Herbert, when Valentina wakes up, will she really not notice anything?"

"Herbert, are you sure?"

"Herbert, say something!"

Freme kept asking, trying to get a positive answer.

As a result, the instigator of all this, the evil man behind the scenes and the one who calibrated the direction, said casually and nonchalantly: "That should be it!"

should?

What does "should be" mean? ! ?

Freme bit her lips tightly, feeling increasingly uneasy, and wanted desperately to escape now.

I listened to my teammates' instigation and made a big mistake when I was distracted and confused. As a result, my teammates seemed unreliable afterwards.

It really is killing me...

After struggling for a while, Freme finally managed to convince herself.

"Remember, if something really goes wrong, it's all your initiative. I'm just succumbing to your coercion."

I was forced.

Yes, that’s it!
Herbert glanced at the panicked mermaid lady, curled his lips, and nodded helplessly: "Ah, yes, yes, it was all forced by me."

That’s right, it was all my fault!

I am the shower head.

Come to think of it, why are you so panicked now? Weren’t you having a lot of fun just now?

In other words, there is no sunlight here, otherwise the fountain would definitely reflect a rainbow.

Herbert and Fleury had been having a blast.

After confirming that Valentina really would not wake up, the two of them gradually got into the mood - they washed the sleeping Miss Hungry Dragon's face thoroughly.

As for where the water comes from...well, don't ask.

Merfolk can summon water elementals anyway, so that makes sense, right?

After doing such a disrespectful thing to a sleeping person, it is very reasonable for Miss Mermaid to feel guilty and panic!
...Yes, is that right?
That’s right!

Children, don’t ask too many questions, just be sure it’s right.

But compared to the panicked Freme, Herbert really didn't think it was a big deal.

She didn't know Valentina's character, but Herbert knew it very well.

Miss Hungry Dragon is a blank sheet of paper in many ways... well, a blank sheet of paper, so pure.

Herbert could apply it however he wanted.

If he went too far, he could let Valentina become a victim of his dark thoughts, and she would most likely be very happy and cooperative.

In other words, Herbert still had a bit of conscience and did not instill some dangerous knowledge into her.

But beyond the untouchable bottom line, Herbert is not so old-fashioned when it comes to some insignificant little interests.

It's not like I'm playing any games that are harmful to the world, it's not a big problem~
Besides, if it really doesn't work... can't I just let Valentina make it up to me later?
Just ask her to wash your face too!
perfect!

The plan goes through!
Herbert had already thought of a solution in his mind, he was so calm.

He smiled at Freme, gently patted her fishtail that was still wrapped around his waist, and said with a smile: "Okay, don't worry, you go back first, I'll take care of the rest."

crunch...

With a thought, the portal leading to the Deep Water Prison opened silently.

By getting in, the criminal Freme can escape from the crime scene, leaving her accomplice Herbert alone to talk back.

And in the face of Herbert's kindness, Freme...of course did not refuse.

She breathed a sigh of relief, raised her hands and cheered, "Great! Herbert, you really are my hero."

Miss Mermaid quickly turned her head, cupped Herbert's cheek, and gently kissed him on the forehead.

"You're the best!"

After acting coquettishly, Freme blew a kiss to Herbert and swam towards the portal.

Slide, slide!

Herbert stared blankly at her smooth and fluid movements, then reacted and couldn't help laughing and shaking his head.

"Hahaha."

You are such a cowardly mermaid, Freme!
"correct."

Before entering the portal, the escaping mermaid stopped.

She turned her head, hesitated, and did not look into Herbert's eyes. She whispered evasively, "Well, about what you said before... I have no objection."

"Yeah, I can, that's it! I'm leaving!"

Without giving Herbert time to reply, she dived into the door and considerately closed it with her tail.

Click.

“…Pfft, haha.”

Herbert couldn't help but smile as he watched her flee, and whispered to himself, "I told you, you will definitely like this feeling."

Who would refuse such an exciting thing?
After finishing one side, Herbert stretched hard.

He got off the bed, picked up Valentina who was still sleeping, and walked towards the cauldron he had prepared earlier...

That’s right, you just need to wash and rinse it in the pot. Miss Hungry Dragon is not afraid of the heat anyway.

Just as Herbert was about to leave the room, his steps suddenly stopped.

"Well, speaking of which, I wanted to ask this when Freme was here..."

He turned his head and looked at the corner of the room.

In that inconspicuous corner, a small mirror was leaning against the bed.

It looked as if he couldn't bear to look at it and turned himself into a corner.

"Was this mirror placed here before?" Herbert muttered to himself.

"..."

Herbert squinted his eyes and studied it for a while, then smiled to himself and said, "Well, if it's there, then it should be, right?"

"Oh, Miss Valentina is really sloppy. How could she just leave the mirror here?"

"Could it be that the mirror grew legs and ran there?"

He sighed exaggeratedly, holding Valentina and staggering towards the bath.

And after they left, the small mirror still maintained its posture.

like a statue.

"..."

"I said...are you fatter than before?"

"Well!?"

Theresa, who was stuffing dry food into her mouth, was visibly stunned by the sudden question from the petite doll.

She hesitated for a moment, then swallowed the food in her mouth with force.

Gum!

Then, he put down the half-eaten bread in his hand somewhat embarrassedly and shrank his neck awkwardly.

"Ah, that's not what I meant. I'm not stopping you from eating. Just continue eating." Misser knew that Theresa had misunderstood, so he waved his hand, signaling her to stop eating.

She really didn't mean to stop Theresa from eating, because she wasn't eating her food anyway.

As a legendary mushroom man, she doesn't need to eat like humans.

She was really curious - is eating so joyful?

You know, this mixed-race little guy has been eating all the way.

Apart from sleeping and resting, Theresa never stopped eating after waking up.

Eat, eat, sleep, eat, eat...

And Theresa's appearance also changed significantly during this continuous eating, and she was much different than when she walked out of the dark area.

His original skinny appearance disappeared, and he gained a lot of fat in various parts of his body, looking much healthier.

And not only her body changed, she also smiled more often, and the girl's mental state changed even more.

When she just walked out of the dark area, she often had a sad look on her face, and no one knew what she was thinking about.

When he was halfway there, the anxiety on his face disappeared and he seemed to be calm.

After arriving here, the girl's eyes were filled with only the desire for food...she didn't care about the surrounding environment at all.

Child, open your eyes and look around!
Damn, this is the Misty Mountains!
When Missa was brought to the Misty Mountains by Herbert, her first reaction was that she was being cheated.

Where did you bring this to me?
The territory you are talking about is in here! !?
She knew that Herbert and his companions came from the Misty Monastery, and at first she had no idea about their route - they had to go back first and then go to the territory.

As a result, the route was changed, but it was just a turn and then we arrived at the destination.

Misty Mountains! The forbidden area for gods!
Is this place really suitable to be a territory?

Miser had many, many questions in his mind, but in the end, out of trust in the contract, he swallowed all his questions and remained silent with difficulty.

Even if Herbert cheated her, it would only last for ten years. At worst, he could run away afterwards.

After accepting her fate, Misser found that this place was not as scary as she thought. There was no dangerous atmosphere, and she could not feel the pressure of the gods. It felt like an ordinary mountain covered by thick fog.

And most importantly, the thick fog blocked the sunlight, and the brightness here was not very high, which was quite suitable for the survival of mushroom people like her.

Although she doesn't have any expectations for her future work environment, she is at least quite satisfied with this living environment.

After accepting his fate, Miser turned his attention to his companions.

This person is a follower of his future client... well, it would be more appropriate to say that he is an adopted pet.

Miser felt no sense of threat from this weak girl, nor could he see any special abilities from her.

Naturally, he thought she was a pet that Herbert had accepted out of weakness - of course, this was also in line with his identity as a paladin.

Regardless of the other party's identity as a pet or because of his own legendary strength, Misser would not think of treating him equally...

However, after watching Theresa eat all the way, Misser gradually changed his mind about her.

I always feel like I'm watching a cute little animal, which is... quite interesting.

Watching her eat, I actually had the urge to eat something too.

After being impressed by Theresa's unintentional eating show, Miser took the initiative to talk to her and asked, "I say, is eating really so joyful?"

Although Misser has been trying hard to imitate various human behaviors, she has never experienced the joy of eating.

Theresa was a little confused by Miser's question and tilted her head in confusion.

She had never thought that such a thing required thinking before.

The girl hesitated for a moment and asked, "Well, I feel very happy. Master Misir, don't you like to eat?"

Miser touched his mouth, smacked his lips without any appetite, and shook his head, "I guess I don't like it very much. I've never felt happy eating."

It's just a way to absorb energy, no different from the mushroom people taking root in the soil.

Hearing this answer, Theresa subconsciously said, "Is that so... That's really a pity."

After she finished speaking, Theresa quickly reacted and quickly made amends: "Ah, I'm not mocking you, I just, uh, really feel sorry for you."

The girl didn't know how to express her thoughts. She touched her head awkwardly and subconsciously wanted to stuff another piece of dry food into her mouth.

Misser waved his hand and said kindly: "It's okay, I'm not angry, just continue talking."

Theresa lowered her head somewhat embarrassedly and whispered, "I grew up in a small village that was not very wealthy."

"Although I have the money my father has prepared, there are not many merchants from outside the village. The food in the village is limited, and it is often not available for purchase."

"Perhaps I should have realized my own peculiarity at that time. I have always had a large appetite, more than many adult men."

"But my father never told me to tell anyone about this, so I was always hungry at that time."

"For me, at that time, being able to have enough to eat was a very difficult thing in itself."

After saying that, the girl scratched her head a little embarrassedly and smiled at Mise.

"When I was able to eat enough, it was either because my father came back to visit me and brought a lot of food, or because of some special festivals and celebrations, the village would prepare a banquet."

"Every time I eat now, I remember how I felt before, and I feel very happy and warm."

Thinking of the villagers, Theresa's expression darkened and she whispered:
"…Even though they are all gone now and they weren't nice to me at the time, the feelings they had at the time still remain in my heart."

Misser nodded thoughtfully, understanding the significance of food to this mixed-race girl.

"That's it."

For snake hybrids, they are able to eat a large amount of food at one time and then endure hunger for a long time.

But they still prefer to have a full meal every time without having to endure such torture.

Theresa observed Misser's expression and was relieved to find that she was easy to talk to. She added:
"Well, I don't know if it's a habit of a person, but if I'm unhappy, I'll become happy as long as I eat something."

She hesitated for a moment, then handed a piece of dry food to Misae uncertainly, and asked, "Lord Misae, would you like to eat one?"

Want a bite?
Miser:?
The mushroom merchant looked at the dry food handed over by the girl and didn't know what to say for a moment.

Should I tell her that my incarnation is actually a puppet that can't eat?

Should I tell her directly that I actually don’t have the habit of eating?
still is……

After hesitating for two seconds, Misser somehow chose another option - she took the rough cereal product.

"Uh, thank you."

She controlled the puppet's body, put it into her mouth, and chewed it silently.

"How is it?" Theresa asked nervously, moving closer.

Misser chewed for a while, swallowed it, nodded slightly, and smiled: "...Not bad."

call!
After hearing the answer, Theresa finally breathed a sigh of relief and said happily, "Great!"

Mise looked at the girl's happy expression, smiled and shook his head.

Just now, Misser actually lied.

The food she ate actually had no taste to her.

But it's not just a lie, there is some truth in it.

When she saw the joy on the girl's face for her, she couldn't help but feel happy in her heart.

"So, what matters is not what you eat, but your mood at that moment?"

Misser thought about it and felt that he had a deeper understanding of human beings.

Accepting Herbert's invitation may not only be a helpless choice, but also a good choice?

Just as Misser was sighing like this, she suddenly felt something and looked into the depths of the fog.

She vaguely heard the sound of galloping horses.

"Watch out, someone is coming."

Miser walked in front of Theresa, frowned and looked at the dangerous aura that was approaching quickly, feeling a little hesitant.

"Could it be the messenger Herbert mentioned? Or someone else?"

A moment later, a nimble figure leaped out of the mist and caught the two people's sight.

The momentum of the rush was quite loud, but it landed exceptionally lightly, not at all rough.

"Undead?"

Miser frowned as he looked at the half-transparent figure, but soon noticed something different.

The Centaur in front of him did not have any aura of the fallen undead, but instead had an aura that made people want to worship.

“Is this… a heroic spirit?”

Misser was stunned when he recognized Sophia's identity.

No, how could it be a heroic spirit? ! ?
Didn’t Herbert say his servants would come to pick them up…wait, these are his servants?

After seeing Herbert borrow the power of the sun god, summoning a heroic spirit was not surprising.

But the problem is that this heroic spirit obviously does not belong to the God of the Sun!

Is he also a believer of other gods?
This kind of thing...hiss, would the Sun God agree to it?

He has never been a good-tempered god, has he?

At this moment, Miser really couldn't figure it out.

I don't know who this customer of mine is...

Is he a person favored by God?
Or a fallen person who deceives God?
She squinted her eyes, looked at the heroic spirit that saluted her, and couldn't help asking in her heart: "Herbert, who... are you?"

Endless maze.

The young man sat cross-legged in a gloomy and quiet room, surrounded by a circle of blue candles and filled with minerals that sparkled with different brilliances.

He was wearing a dark robe and had the hood over his head, letting the shadow fall and cover his face. He asked hoarsely in the mirror:
"Mirror, mirror, tell me, who is the most beautiful woman in the world?"

The mirror didn't respond.

But the boy was not discouraged. He still maintained the atmosphere he had created with great difficulty and continued to chant:

"Mirror, mirror, tell me, what is the compliment that the mirror fairy likes to hear the most?"

"Mirror, mirror, tell me, what is the fatal weakness of the mirror fairy?"

"Mirror, mirror, tell me, how do you insult someone who peeks into other people's private lives?"

"Magic mirror, magic mirror..."

Click.

Finally, after he had been muttering for a while, the mirror responded.

"Hey."

The young man who had been muttering eerily stopped, his voice returned to his usual tone, and he said in surprise: "Huh? Did it really manifest?"

"..."

The reflection in the mirror stared at Herbert, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he narrowed his eyes at the boy who took off his hood.

After a long while, Lukalia finally asked speechlessly: "Um...what are you doing?"

No, what are you doing?
He even deliberately made the atmosphere in the house so gloomy...

Herbert, are you a paladin?

(End of this chapter)