Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation

"I want to run away~ but I can't~"

"Ah! Why is this ditch thing still chasing me..."

To be honest, Herbert is a little speechless now.

He deliberately ran to this remote corner to fetch water, just to avoid running into that scene in the kitchen again.

My friend, please pay more attention?

I am a kind person, and I can't bear to see the poor grass carp being bullied like that.

Besides...it's okay to see the scene after the end, I will be speechless for a while at most.

If I run into it on the spot, wouldn't everyone be embarrassed?

"Ah, the lower man! Ah, the swordsman..."

Herbert took a last look at the dead fish eyes of the grass carp, walked silently to the other side, threw the bucket into the well and started to fetch water.

"Don't look at me, there is a reason for the wrong, I didn't see anything, I didn't see anything..."

Although he had run into this twice, Herbert still didn't want to complain to others.

First of all, it is still about understanding other people's preferences and respecting every special hobby.

After all, there are all kinds of love in this world.

Even the big mushrooms are controlled by people, even the armed helicopters are addicted, and even the plastic bags are...

It's just a grass carp!

After all, it's a living thing.

It's already good.

Compared with other people, his condition is much milder.

Secondly... Herbert himself is not clean.

Don't talk about the second brother, the eldest brother, everyone is the same.

Not to mention his identity as the evil god contractor, just what he is going to do next is already very wrong.

From the perspective of others, what Herbert did is probably not much more noble than Brother Grass Carp.

Washing a woman's hair, and then hiding in the room to taste it...

Is this what a good person should do?

This scene, just thinking about it, is already very wrong.

In order to avoid getting into trouble, Herbert decided to do less and pretend that he didn't find anything.

It's nothing to do with me.

After fetching water, he left quickly without trying to find any clues from the grass carp, and completely ignored the existence of the grass carp.

He was not curious about the identity of the grass carp brother.

Not at all!

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The Court of Inquisition.

"Your Excellency the Chief Judge."

In the cold hall, Herbert bowed slightly to the strong man who was sitting with his head bowed, and saluted.

The bald strong man wore a strange spiked crown on his head, covering his eyes, revealing only the lower half of his face that could not be seen.

He was wrapped in dark red thick thorns, and those sharp spikes pierced through his clothes and penetrated into his skin, constantly absorbing nutrients and magic from his flesh and blood, which looked quite creepy.

Although he didn't look like a good person, he was one of the high-ranking officials of the Misty Monastery.

In the Misty Monastery, in addition to the archbishop who was always indistinguishable, there were three cardinals who were high-ranking officials in the open.

They are the [Chief Judge] who leads all matters of the Tribunal, the [Guardian] who guards all kinds of treasures, and the [Master of the Knights] who commands all the paladins, monks and other ascetics.

The one in front of him at this moment is the Chief Judge who is responsible for managing all matters of the Tribunal and is called the Bishop of Thorns.

The functions of the Tribunal are similar to those of the Inquisition in the previous life, responsible for the imprisonment, interrogation and punishment of heretics and degenerates.

In a sense, the Chief Judge is the immediate superior of Herbert, the warden.

He is also the person who is most reluctant to approach him, a traitor who is destined to become a reverse trinity.

Blasphemy, oath breaking, depravity, no matter which secret of his body is exposed, he will definitely be judged by this person personally.

But at this moment, Herbert still took the initiative to appear in front of him.

The Bishop of Thorns slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were full of scarlet bloodshot, and he stared indifferently at the white-haired boy who bowed his head respectfully in front of him.

After a while, he slowly spoke: "...It's you, Herbert Albert."

"I remember you, but you should be in prison to teach heretics now, why are you here?"

"You came to see me, is there something?"

The voice of the Thorn Bishop is deep and rich, but surprisingly different from his ferocious appearance, it doesn't sound cold, but rather warm like a spring breeze.

If Herbert were to give an evaluation, it would probably be the gorgeous uncle voice that would excite many voice control.

And he is not taciturn, unexpectedly talkative.

I don't know if it's because he held it in for too long, Herbert only said one sentence, and he has been talking to himself for a long time.

Herbert raised his head, looked at Bishop Thorn, and reported softly: "Your Excellency the presiding judge, I have something to report to the Archbishop."

"Need to report to the Archbishop?"

Bishop Thorn was stunned for a moment, then his expression changed slightly, and he frowned, "What do you have to report directly to the Archbishop? Can't you tell me?"

Although the Bishop did not explain the words, Herbert could still see the hidden meaning in his eyes-what, do you look down on me?

"Yes, this matter is of great importance, I am afraid only the Archbishop can handle it."

Seeing that the Archbishop was about to be dissatisfied, Herbert did not keep him in suspense, and said directly: "The thing is, when I was patrolling yesterday, I found that some changes had occurred in the third area of ​​the alien prison."

"The Lightless Prison has completely turned into a space where I can't move forward. Not only can I not find the prisoners suppressed in it, but I can't enter the fourth area either."

Soon, Herbert recounted the details of his discovery and attempt in detail, even including his guesses, all without reservation.

After everything was said, Herbert looked at Bishop Thorn with a sincere look and asked sincerely: "Your Excellency the presiding judge, can this problem be handed over to you to deal with?"

"..."

Bishop Thorn was silent, his eyes slightly moved, looking elsewhere.

At this time, Herbert also tightened his expression, not daring to reveal the slightest.

I look down on you?

Just kidding.

Just tell me if you can do it?

"Ahem...I understand the matter."

After a while, Bishop Thorn nodded without changing his expression, and said calmly: "This matter is not a big deal, there is no rush to deal with it, I will inform His Excellency the Archbishop later."

Not a big deal? Not urgent?

Herbert heard some hidden meanings, but he was sensible and didn't expose it. He said gratefully: "I understand. Thank you for your concern on this matter."

Bishop Thorn waved his hand and said calmly: "Well, it's nothing. This is what I should do."

"Okay, then I'll take my leave first."

When Herbert finished reporting and was about to say goodbye and leave, Bishop Thorn suddenly said in a low voice: "Wait a minute."

"... Your Excellency?"

Bishop Thorn's scarlet eyes were staring at him, and he asked slowly:

"You..."

"Have you encountered anything blasphemous recently?"

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