Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 99 I'm really looking forward to that scene (23)
"what……"

Opposite the middle-aged knight who was hesitating whether to give up sex completely, Herbert was holding a sword and breathing with some difficulty.

"Cough cough."

He had just tried a full-strength attack at this moment, but he had not expected that it would be so powerful.

He didn't expect that so much of his strength would be drained away, almost draining him dry.

"I'm so tired..."

Herbert now felt like a dead fish. Although his standing posture looked straight, he actually didn't want to move a finger. He just wanted to lie lazily on the ground to recover his blood.

Just as the Archbishop had reminded him before, Herbert's body was not yet strong enough to withstand such excessive force.

He is like an exquisite container, filled with a large number of contraband that are not suitable for it to use at this stage. Every time after use, this fragile container will break into pieces.

I urgently need a way to improve my physical fitness, and the lava hell bathing plan must be put on the agenda as soon as possible!
"But, the situation now seems to be a little different."

Herbert narrowed his eyes and mobilized the new ability he had just acquired not long ago.

grunt.

With a slight rumble in his stomach that only Herbert could hear, he felt his stomach become noticeably deflated, digesting some of the stored energy.

The next moment, he felt a surge of energy flowing to his limbs and bones, repairing the damaged parts.

Herbert moved his hands and feet and felt that everything was normal... no, even better than before!

Those torn muscle fibers quickly grow back and become stronger and tougher than before.

This is actually the same principle as fitness, actively destroying muscle fibers and then waiting for them to recover and become stronger.

Relying on the ability of deformed flesh and blood, Herbert only consumed one-third of his body's energy and achieved several times the effect of traditional exercise.

And the effect is immediate, without having to struggle or suffer to get out of bed the next day.

"With this effect of growing flesh, who would still care about the forbidden power of the Nine Dragons!"

well.

This way, you can gain greater strength without making the top of your head pointy.

Herbert's delighted expression also caught Garen's eyes, and he couldn't help but sigh:
“He was only tired for a short while? His recovery ability is so outstanding. How much protection did the god give him…”

Sour.

So jealous!
Although it may not be nice to say this, why is our God so stingy... cough cough cough!

He only thought about it briefly in his mind and did not dare to think too deeply about it, for fear of angering the god who had generously bestowed his protection on him.

Of course, although he felt jealous in his heart and wanted to turn himself into Herbert, Garen still behaved very gracefully on the surface.

Rather, his hesitation only lasted for a moment, and he had now regained his composure.

How could a paladin who had taken a vow of poverty go mad with jealousy?

Garen showed the humble qualities that a mature paladin should have. He put away his sword and nodded slightly to Herbert.

"You performed very well, which was beyond my expectation. As long as you can continue to persevere and keep exercising, I believe you will become the best among us in the future."

Even, you can become the leader of the justice camp!

But Garen did not say the following sentence out loud, he just kept it in his heart.

Although he was looking forward to seeing that scene, he was still a little worried.

Although Herbert's talent was amazing, he was still too young and his mind was not fully mature.

Without knowing the boy's personality, Garn was not sure whether such praise would make an originally outstanding young man arrogant and ultimately ruin him. "Thank you for your teachings, sir." Herbert put away his sword and saluted Garn respectfully.

"Well, let's stop here for today's instruction. There won't be much to gain if we continue. Go back and think about it carefully."

In Garn's opinion, although Herbert has now recovered the most basic athletic ability, he has actually reached the point of exhaustion, and further training will only produce negative effects.

Rather than wasting effort with half the result and twice the effort, it would be better to end it here and let him have a good rest.

"Understood. Thank you again for your guidance."

Herbert understood what the other person was thinking, but did not elaborate.

You still need to give them some time to accept it and not be too exaggerated all at once.

Although this middle-aged paladin looked serious, he accompanied him in practice for the entire morning and gave him a lot of guidance without hesitation.

In fact, it was not just Garen, but other members of the Knights present also gave Herbert a lot of advice and help.

Moreover, shouldn't we say that this is worthy of being the headquarters of the Paladins?

After showing talent that was enough to make others envious or even jealous, he did not feel any malice.

Some people felt sour in their hearts, some people licked their teeth with envy, and some people shook their heads and sighed, but no one felt any negative malice.

Oh... Although there was no ill intention, Herbert felt a very complicated emotion, full of doubt, puzzlement, confusion, and even a little panic.

Who is this?
Oh, it's you, boy.

Herbert couldn't help laughing when he saw the sturdy man's dusty face. He asked, "Blake? Why are you here? What do you want from me?"

"Uh... Your Highness, cough, cough, cough."

Blake blinked in a daze, finally coming to his senses and realizing where he was.

"Bah bah bah!"

He spat out the sand and gravel in his mouth with great effort, then put his two big hands on Herbert's shoulders.

"Your Highness! Was everything that just now true?!" Blake's expression was so excited that his voice sounded trembling.

"Hmm? Of course it's true. What's the question you're asking?"

Herbert raised his eyebrows, pushed his hand away, smiled strangely, and asked back:
"I'm right in front of you, how could it be fake? Besides, you saw it with your own eyes just now, didn't you?"

"This……"

"People change, Blake."

Admiring Blake's dazed look, he chuckled and asked, "Or do you really think I'm just wasting time hiding in the monastery?"

"How much do you think I've been through here?"

"I……"

Blake lowered his head in shame and said, "The nobles in the city, including other princes in the Duke's Palace, are also saying that you are here..."

He hesitated whether to say the insulting word.

But Herbert was not curious about this at all. He nodded and said lightly:
"Oh, it doesn't matter. Let them say whatever they want."

The white-haired boy turned around and walked out of the training ground without looking back, and said casually:
"I hope they can keep talking, and keep talking, until I walk in front of them... and still have the courage to continue talking."

“I’m really looking forward to that scene.”

(End of this chapter)