Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 35: Herbert in the eyes of the monks (Please read it!)
Under the auspices of Father Kaplan, the farce came and ended quickly.

In just over ten minutes, the two monks who "maliciously reported" Herbert were taken to the confession pool by a special person.

There, they would be monitored for up to twelve hours until they had confessed all their sins.

This alone is enough to make them collapse, not to mention the subsequent interrogation, which is the real punishment.

It is not only physical torture, but also mental destruction... Oh, the disciplinary sisters of the Inquisition prefer to call this behavior "baptism."

The farce was over, but Herbert still stayed in the hall.

He straightened his back and calmly greeted the various looks from the monks around him.

Herbert was not as calm as he appeared.

This time, he successfully cleared himself of suspicion and left a rather deep impression on others.

But what about next time?

Can he be so lucky as to get away with it by just talking nonsense?
Herbert sighed silently in his heart:

"Strength, strength..."

If you are strong enough, the other party will not attack you so easily. You need to think more.

If I were strong enough, I would not come to the Tribunal to seek refuge.

"We must find a way to improve our strength, at least to be able to protect ourselves."

Strengthening strength is an urgent matter. Herbert must find a way to conquer the third area, the Lightless Prison, and find an opportunity to have a good talk with the Dark Elf Master.

My friend, it’s okay if you are autistic. If you don’t want to see me, then don’t see me.

But don't stop me from entering the next area!
Let me go!
The reason why Herbert was so eager to enter the fourth area of ​​the alien prison was because it contained the terrain environment that Herbert needed most at the moment.

The fourth area is lava hell.

In that scorching area filled with flames, he should be able to rely on the Dragon King's inheritance to quickly increase the strength of his body.

"How can we pull her out of the cave? I'm afraid the food trap method won't work. Who knows what dark elves like to eat..."

Herbert thought about it and subconsciously wanted to touch his chin, but when he raised his left hand, the muscles in the palm of his hand moved, causing the wound that had not yet completely scabbed to break again.

hiss.

He raised his eyebrows slightly and suppressed the urge to gasp.

Just at this moment, a drop of blood shining with crystal luster slid down from his drooping palm and fell to the ground.

laugh--

After the drop of blood fell to the ground, it actually caused changes to the originally dark floor of the hall.

With the drop of blood as the center, a circle of light with a diameter of one meter appeared, illuminating the brightly colored and gorgeously complex patterns on the ground.

!!!

"Hmm? He used holy water?"

"what?"

The monks of the Inquisition are not unfamiliar with this change in the ground, as such changes also occur when they use holy water to cleanse the ground during monthly rituals.

Only under the illumination of the power of holy light will the hall reveal its original appearance.

"Is that... holy blood?"

Kaplan also noticed this. She knew more than the others. She frowned and asked Herbert, "Herbert, did you take the initiative to make the Holy Blood today?"

"Yes."

Herbert nodded calmly, picking up the rags and bandaging his palm again: "I was attacked by prisoners in the alien prison and was forced to use holy blood to protect myself."

He spoke extremely calmly, recounting the thrilling experience in the most indifferent tone - although in reality it was not that difficult or dangerous.

It's just a useless vampire who has been hungry for who knows how long and is almost starved to death.

Not worth mentioning!
Herbert disagreed, but others didn't know the real situation!
For a moment, everyone looked at Herbert in awe.

In the eyes of other people in the monastery, the prisoners who were able to be imprisoned in the alien prison were all extremely powerful and dangerous.

And although Herbert paid a price, he was able to escape from their hands!

This is really incredible.

Kaplan knew more about the situation inside, and knew that as long as the warden did not do anything wrong, he would not suffer any damage other than mental damage. She frowned and asked in confusion, "Why not take holy water from the temple?"

In the outside world, holy water can be used as a source of income for the Church of God and sold to various adventurers, but in the monastery it is the least valuable thing.

Not only can everyone use it at will, but holy water is also used as a source of water for cleansing in some ceremonies. It can be said that it is not much more precious than water.

"Can I use it?"

Herbert smiled and shrugged his shoulders when he heard this, and said casually as if he didn't care: "No one has told me about this before, I don't know if I am qualified to use it."

"..."

The monks fell silent again, and this time, they looked at Herbert with more sympathy and admiration.

No one was a fool, and everyone understood the meaning behind Herbert's words - he was being targeted.

Even holy water cannot be used, let alone anything else.

Combined with the previous scenes, Herbert's image in the eyes of the monks gradually became clear.

He is like a proud swan.

Even if he is suspected, he will not bother to explain himself until he has no choice but to fight back passively.

Being ostracized, he disdains to bow his head. He would rather hurt himself, break his wings, and use his own blood to make the Holy Blood than actively "steal" it.

"..."

Kaplan's calm expression finally changed, and he showed a hint of anger. He turned around and looked at a nun who lowered her head, and he understood the reason.

Among the monks, some people harbored ill will towards Herbert because of his past identity.

Although no one came out openly, there were indeed some people who were secretly ostracizing Herbert.

Kaplan stared at the nun deeply until her shoulders began to tremble slightly, then he looked away.

She did not lose her temper on the spot, but walked down from the platform, came to Herbert's side, and gently held his hand.

A warm light came on, and Herbert felt an unbearable itch in the palm of his hand, and felt his flesh and blood growing rapidly.

A few breaths later, when Kaplan untied the bloody cloth that had been casually wrapped around his wound, the wound had indeed healed completely.

The Punishment Sister let go of Herbert, patted his shoulder gently, and said slowly: "... From now on, you can go to the temple to get any resources you need."

"Thank you, Father."

A moment later, Herbert left the court with the other monks.

Just now, he had secretly told Kaplan about Brother Caoyu's affairs, but the other party did not respond.

Kaplan only said that the presiding judge was already aware of the matter and told him not to worry and not to tell anyone else about it.

Kaplan's overly calm reaction made Herbert feel a little unsure.

He didn't know whether the senior executives were fishing or doing anything else, and he didn't want to know.

Herbert was only concerned about his delicate body and didn't want to have the dark history of "selling hooks" in the future.

So, after much thought, Herbert decided to save himself.

That night, for his own safety, Herbert did not stay in his room.

But... came to another place.

"What are you doing?"

"Hmm? Can't you see?"

Herbert, who was wearing a nightgown, turned around and smiled at Valentina, who had a strange expression on her face: "I came here to sleep with you!"

"……what?"

Valentina: ???
　Thanks to poorsen boss for the reward!
　　Thanks to Phantom Pu and Ztyzyy for the rewards!
　　……

　　I wrote a few hundred more words, but I didn’t force a break. It’s okay if it’s too much.

　　Please keep reading this book - it was on the new book list yesterday, but it fell off again this afternoon, woohoo.

　　It’s so hard for me——

　　
　
(End of this chapter)