Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 55: The Knights' Olive Branch

As the most powerful combat group in the monastery, the Misty Knights established their base in the Misty Mountains outside the monastery.

Some of the Knights Templar members will go out on missions, acting as sharp swords against evil.

The other part stayed in the monastery. In addition to taking turns to maintain security in the monastery all day, they also trained in the Misty Mountains.

Either go into the depths of the mountains as a team to fight ferocious monsters, or temper the body and spirit through various rigorous techniques.

They never harm their bodies, but the process of polishing their spirit and body can definitely be called ascetic.

And now...

Herbert was about to become one of them.

"..."

He followed Bishop Rusty Nail onto the city wall, looking at the members of the Knights Templar who were training in various places below, his brows constantly raised.

Herbert watched helplessly as a middle-aged paladin thrust the tip of his sword into his forearm and then pulled it out, and then began to practice chopping with his bleeding arm.

Self-abuse?

No.

This was not only self-mutilation, he was also using divine power to heal his wounds while slashing.

He even felt that it was not enough, so he swung his sword and pierced his calf, and began to coordinate his staggering steps.

So, are you practicing fighting after being injured?

"hiss……"

He turned his head and saw two monks facing each other in horse stance - they took turns kicking each other in the crotch.

Snapped!
"Well!"

Snapped!
"Ow!"

Snapped!
"what!"

Each kick from both of them was quite powerful, and they stared at each other with wide eyes, looking as if they wanted to eat each other alive.

Under the scorching sun, dust was flying around the crotches of the two men, veins bulged on their temples, and their bodies were shaking like sieves.

So, this is practicing the Golden Bell Cover?

Uh... should it mean improving the ability of vital parts to withstand blows?

"hiss……"

Herbert felt a phantom pain in his crotch and could not bear to look at it anymore, so he moved his eyes to the other side again.

On this side, a monk challenged ten paladins with his bare hands - he was almost kicked into a pig's head by a circle of people.

Damn it, this young man!
On the other side, the gray-haired paladin inserted the sword in front of his body, grasped the hilt with one arm, and supported the weight of his entire body with the strength of one arm.

Damn, this guy!

On the other side...

After a quick look around, Herbert's expression was quite interesting. He let out a long breath and couldn't help shaking his head with emotion.

I didn’t expect that there would be so many talented people in this small monastery.

The immortals are as numerous as hemp teeth!
The entire training ground of the Knights Templar gave Herbert a strange sense of impact, as if to say, “This is the Knights Templar’s ​​big stage, come if you’re brave enough!”

Here, you can not live, but you absolutely cannot not live.

Is this Florida?

Just as he was gritting his teeth and taking a deep breath, the Rusty Nail Bishop in front of him spoke: "Herbert, you know that your request is not realistic."

"Whether or not the heretics have really changed as you said, the fact that they are extremely dangerous will not change."

"I can't agree to your request."

Herbert nodded silently. He certainly understood that his request was not very feasible and could even be considered unrealistic.

Because there is no way to guarantee safety on my side. Even if I believe they are making changes, others will not believe it. Even...when that moment comes, will Valentina and the others really behave themselves?
All I can say is, it’s really hard to say.

Don't try to put your hands into the mouth of a hungry beast, and don't put your dirty hands into the cooked food when your mother is cooking...

Don't teeter on the edge of danger!
Unless you can really afford the price you'll pay later.

But Herbert was not disappointed by the rejection, because it was obvious that Bishop Rusty Nail had not finished speaking.

Sure enough, after a few moments of silence, Bishop Rusty Nail continued, "But... it's not completely impossible."

"If you can suppress them with absolute certainty, no one will stop you."

He turned around and looked at the boy in front of him silently: "So, Herbert, do you know what you need most now?"

“It’s strength.”

The other party's words were so obvious, Herbert knelt on one knee without hesitation and said sincerely: "Your Excellency the Knight Commander, please guide me on what to do!"

Bishop Rusty Nail looked at the sensible boy and nodded with satisfaction, then whispered in a hoarse voice, "Very good."

"You are very smart. After you found out that I had no ill will towards you, you guessed what I was thinking."

"Yes, I do hope that you can become a member of the Knights."

Herbert lowered his head and raised his eyebrows, a little surprised by the Knight Commander's words - had he already seen it?

This Rusty Nail Bishop is not as ignorant of human nature as he appears to be.

"As a noble, it's good that you know how to communicate with others."

"Many times, monks seem too rigid in their dealings with others and don't know how to communicate with others."

The cardinal curled his lips, causing the rivets on it to collide lightly, making a slight buzzing sound.

"The nobles will see us as heartless lunatics, and fear that we will purge them along with their evil."

“And sometimes, even commoners regard us as lackeys of the nobles, fearing that we will charge high fees… hehe.”

Bishop Rusty Nail's gaze fell on the monks in the training ground. He shook his head silently, sighed, and closed his eyes in pain.

I won’t watch it anymore…

It looks like a big head.

"What they lack is... well, your smoothness."

Bishop Rusty Nail turned back and looked at the white-haired boy, nodded with satisfaction again, and said: "But these alone are not enough, you also need enough strength."

He held out his hand to Herbert, inviting him:
"Give up your job at the Inquisition and join the Knights. I will train you personally."

"I will never waste your talent. I will make you a paladin who can truly protect justice."

Herbert did not answer immediately.

To be honest, Bishop Rusty Nail's suggestion is not bad. He really needs a channel to systematically improve his training strength.

But...

Give up the job at the Tribunal?
Herbert frowned, feeling that he was not inviting him, but forcing him to abstain from sex.

You are making things difficult for me!

"I……"

Bang!
Just as he was about to speak, the door behind him was pushed open, and a burly figure rushed in without any image, blocking the two of them.

"Herbert!!!"

Bishop Thorn's loud voice echoed throughout the training ground, attracting everyone's attention.

Everyone heard a roar that broke through the defense:

"Don't promise him anything-Ah!!!"

(End of this chapter)