Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 339 It's the same no matter who comes (4.2K first update)
"..."

In broad daylight, under the clear sky, the paladin in the monastery, a holy place of righteousness, remained silent.

The young paladin stroked his chin and blinked uncertainly.

“This, isn’t it?”

Did you see a ghost in broad daylight?
Ghost hitting the wall?
"No, that's impossible, this is the Misty Monastery!"

Herbert muttered, turned and strode away.

gone away.

"Well, I was probably too tired and was in a trance for a moment..."

It's all Valentina and Freme's fault. They made me exhausted. Otherwise, how could I make such a low-level mistake?
get lost?

Hey, how did I get lost?

I have the protection of the Siren Queen...

If he wasn't in such a bad state, how could he make such a low-level mistake?

Yes, it won’t.

Whoosh.

In the blink of an eye, the scene in front of Herbert changed again - it still stopped in front of the passage leading to the underground sanctuary.

"..."

This time, Herbert paid careful attention and keenly captured the subtle changes in the moment of change.

It was not that the road on the ground was changed, but that it was directly moved from its original location.

It was like being teleported.

Under the suppression of certain laws, even if Herbert knew where the road under his feet led to, he had no way to disobey.

It was as if there was a being silently telling him - you, come here!

Herbert felt this forced transmission which was hard to describe as "overbearing" or "persistent", and curled his lips speechlessly.

What?

Why do you insist on forcing love, old man?
"Cough cough!"

Herbert thought for a moment, coughed twice, and said to himself:
"Ah, I was planning to go to Bishop Ashes to ask some questions first, and then report to His Excellency the Archbishop. How did I end up here in a trance?"

He paused for a moment and emphasized, "If I go directly to the Archbishop now, I'm afraid there are some things I can't figure out!"

"That might not be a good idea! I should go ask Bishop Ashes first!"

After saying this, Herbert waited there for a while, and only tried to turn around and take a step after making sure there was no change.

One step, two steps...three steps.

Herbert successfully walked out of his original position and headed towards the direction where Bishop Ash was.

But just when Herbert thought that a certain old man had temporarily let him go, the scene in front of his eyes flashed again.

whoosh-

He was back where he was.

"... Tsk, alright, let's go see His Excellency the Archbishop first!"

Herbert took a deep breath and headed underground helplessly, saying, "I hope he won't blame me!"

Feeling the way Old Deng was manipulating him, Herbert gritted his teeth inwardly.

The old monk in the monastery took advantage of me because I was young and weak, and could only teleport underground.

Forbearance!

Lao Deng, I just can't beat you now, otherwise... I would definitely teleport you everywhere and use you as an airborne nuclear bomb.

snort!
Although he was very angry, Herbert remained calm on the surface and "easily" accepted the reality of the temporary change of plan.

With a faint smile on his face, he walked to the underground sanctuary with ease and bowed to the Bishop of Thorns stationed there.

"Your Excellency, the presiding judge."

The judge, who was standing there with his eyes closed, didn't pay any attention to the visitor until Herbert spoke, then he slowly opened his eyes.

"…Hmm? Oh."

He was obviously stunned for a second, then he came to his senses and smiled at the boy in front of him: "It's Herbert, why are you here? When did you come? Ah-ha!"

As he spoke, the presiding judge yawned loudly without any hesitation.

Not only that, he also moved his neck, raised his arms, and stretched his body vigorously, making a crackling sound.

?

Herbert was a little confused for a moment when he saw the presiding judge's irresponsible actions.

"Your Honor, what are you doing..."

Wait, tell the truth!
Did you just... fall asleep?
No, aren't you the gatekeeper for the Archbishop?
How could I fall asleep so carelessly?

"Hey! Do you have a lot of questions?"

The presiding judge saw the deep confusion in Herbert's eyes, waved his hand, and asked casually: "For example, do you really want to ask me - why do you dare to fall asleep like this?"

Although Herbert thought so in his heart, he still shook his head in shame and said, "Uh, no, that's not what I meant..."

He wanted to save face for the presiding judge, but the judge didn't care and said casually, "Hey! Ask if you want to. It's not a big deal."

"Anyway, you're not the only one who discovered that I was sleeping. Everyone has known about it for a long time."

The presiding judge seemed very relaxed and casual. After he finished speaking, he shook his head casually - because he was bald, no hair was raised.

Herbert looked at him like this, and finally couldn't help but ask curiously, "Ahem, you mean... everyone?"

The presiding judge nodded and said nonchalantly, "Well, His Excellency the Archbishop, His Excellency the Guardian, Malcolm, and the other old men, they all know about it."

Malcolm is the real name of Bishop Rusty Nail, and only the Chief Inquisitor in the entire monastery calls him that.

Although all the monks knew that as long as the Chief Inquisitor and the Chief Knight got together, there would definitely be a big quarrel and a fierce fight.

But sometimes, Herbert always wondered if these two people... actually had a very good relationship?

It feels like a show of openly tearing apart and secretly showing off.

Is this just my illusion?

However, leaving aside this unimportant detail, let us think about the judge's words in reverse.

Now that you mention it...don't almost all the senior executives know that he is neglecting his duties here?
Is it really okay?

Herbert thought so and couldn't help asking.

The presiding judge seemed very calm about this.

"What could be wrong with that?"

He sneered and chuckled in a rather savage manner, "Hey, with him inside, what difference does it make whether there's someone guarding the door or not?"

“It makes no difference!”

"Just tell me, is there anyone who dares to come here and make trouble?"

"Is it the Evil God's apostle? Or the angels under their thrones? Even if it is the incarnation controlled by the Evil God himself, as long as it is not the real body, what difference does it make to that lord?"

"No!"

After talking about the Archbishop's strength, the Chief Judge was quite excited, as if he was boasting about himself, and said loudly with pride: "No matter who dares to come here, there will only be one ending in the end!"

“It’s the same no matter who comes!”

Herbert listened to the judge's words silently, thinking about it, but nodded more half-believingly.

He believed that the Archbishop was very powerful, but was he really that powerful?

Until he actually saw it, Herbert remained skeptical.

The presiding judge obviously saw the doubt in Herbert's eyes and grinned: "Don't you believe it? Haha! I knew you would doubt it."

? Herbert raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, raised his hand and said: "Uh, I'm not..."

"It's okay! This is normal!"

The presiding judge waved his hand again and shouted carelessly: "When I was young, I didn't believe it either. I thought it was just an exaggerated praise from others to the archbishop!"

“But later, when I actually saw the Archbishop in action, I truly understood how powerful he was!”

He seemed to recall the grand scene at that time, and the whole person was in a trance for a long time before he shook his head with emotion: "He is so powerful in the outside world, not to mention here!"

"You know, here, it's equivalent to His Excellency the Archbishop... cough cough cough!"

Halfway through the boasting, the presiding judge suddenly realized that he had said something wrong, started coughing violently, and forcibly interrupted the topic.

He looked back guiltily, then breathed a sigh of relief after making sure that the person inside hadn't noticed his little move.

call!
"...Ahem, anyway, you can rest assured! As long as the archbishop is here, nothing unexpected will happen here."

After such a long time of arguing and boasting, the presiding judge finally regained his composure, put his hands on Herbert's shoulders, and said in a deep voice: "So, it doesn't matter whether I sleep or not!"

"Herbert, do you understand?"

Herbert, who was held down by a big hand, frowned, tried to struggle, and then nodded slowly with helplessness.

"……Um."

At this moment, he finally understood.

This man, as the chief judge of the monastery who is in charge of trials and punishments, is breaking the law knowingly!

In order to make his "negligence in duty" seem justifiable, the presiding judge went to such great lengths to go around in such a big circle.

So, do you want to report it?
Report a hammer!

Who to report to?

Go to the court to report the presiding judge for dereliction of duty?
Don't make trouble.

Or should we go to the Knights Templar and ask for justice?

The Knight Commander would probably take care of it, but it would probably be useless except for a verbal battle... and the Chief Judge would even hold a grudge against him.

So, will the archbishop who is truly qualified to take care of this matter come forward to take care of it?
Probably not.

If he knew how to take care of it, would the presiding judge be able to sleep so openly?

As for the caretaker...I can manage it, but it seems like she wants to have more fun.

Never mind. It has nothing to do with me anyway.

The child is still young, let him sleep if he wants.

Seeing that Herbert was so sensible, the presiding judge nodded with satisfaction, let go of his hand, and laughed: "Haha! That's right!"

Good boy, you are so sensible!
Although he is of noble birth, he is much better than that guy Malcolm.

After sighing, the presiding judge remembered the important matter that he had not finished talking about before: "Oh, by the way, you came at the right time. I didn't finish talking to you last time..."

"and many more."

Herbert raised his hand to interrupt the judge's chatter, smiled apologetically, and said helplessly: "Your Excellency, please wait a moment. I came here because the Archbishop summoned me. I have to report to him first."

"Don't worry about who he is, just... Ugh!"

The judge was stunned for a moment. He really wanted Herbert to pay attention to other people and chat with him for a while, but he soon lowered his head and said, "Are you talking about His Excellency the Archbishop?"

"Yes, I came here at the call." The young man bowed his head respectfully.

"Ahem! Ahem, why didn't you say so earlier!"

The presiding judge coughed forcefully and laughed, "Hahaha, you should go see him first."

"Don't keep him waiting for too long!"

If it was anyone else it would be fine, but that was that adult.

Although he was helpless, the presiding judge still obediently gave way - this was not cowardice, but out of respect for His Excellency the Archbishop!
When Herbert entered the sanctuary, the chief judge still said, "Then wait until you come out, don't leave in a hurry!"

"Yes, if nothing unexpected happens, I will definitely stay." Herbert responded obediently.

Click.

When the door closed, Herbert stepped into the sanctuary.

This time when he returned to the sanctuary, Herbert did not encounter the previous "test" and was directly in front of the old man who was sitting in meditation with his eyes closed.

Herbert looked at the Archbishop and was silent for a moment.

He just couldn't reconcile the kind-looking old man in front of him with the powerful and terrifying being described by the presiding judge.

Although he had been able to glean some information from the Ice and Snow Goddess's attitude when the temple was invaded, Herbert still found it difficult to put himself in her shoes.

There is no way to equate the archbishop with the terrifying saint.

In the judge's mouth, what kind of existence has the archbishop become?

The most powerful saint, the god on earth, a person comparable to gods...it is hard not to think too much with such an exaggerated description.

While Herbert was sighing in his heart but had not spoken, the old man with his eyes closed seemed to be unable to wait any longer and actually opened his eyes on his own initiative.

He looked at the boy in front of him, chuckled and nodded, then asked kindly, "Oh? Why are you here?"

When Herbert heard this, his expression almost couldn't hold back, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Yeah, how did I get here... It's really strange!"

How did I come here?

Don’t you really know?
It’s not that I don’t know.

Wasn't I just pulled here by you?

You are asking this question even though you already know the answer, right?
"hehe."

The old man met the young man's contemptuous gaze, laughed, pointed to the seat beside him, and said with a smile: "Since you are here, don't rush to talk about other things. Just sit with me for a while. I just remembered an interesting thing in the past."

Not exactly.

Herbert glanced at the archbishop and sneered in his heart.

Old Deng, I guess you have been preparing this story since I left last time?

However, although he understood it in his heart, Herbert still sat aside obediently - he was known to be sensible and obedient.

Go, you can't leave anyway.

Instead of resisting, it is better to just listen to the story.

Moreover, he was quite interested in most of the "interesting things" from the past that the archbishop told about.

Those ancient legends unfolded vividly before his eyes from an extremely rare and different perspective.

After all, not everyone can become the protagonist of an epic story.

And the old man in front of him is not only the protagonist, but also the protagonist among protagonists, the legend among legends.

A little story he casually tells may be more grand than the goal that others pursue throughout their lives.

"..."

After listening to the story quietly for a while, Herbert suddenly asked, "Sir, have you ever met the God of Lust in the past?"

"The God of Evil Desire?"

The archbishop was visibly stunned when asked, and hesitated for a moment before asking, "Wait a minute, which evil desire are you talking about? The present one? Or the past one?"

"If you ask the current God of Lust, I have had little contact with Him and have never talked to Him."

"But if you ask the previous God of Sin and Desire, I am quite familiar with him."

The old man stroked his beard and said with emotion: "In that God-Slaying War, I was one of them... well, I can be considered a witness."

Herbert：???

"what?"

what?
No, when has the God of Lust ever changed?!
(End of this chapter)