Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation

"Grandma, it scared me to death..."

When Herbert returned to the room, he let out a sigh of relief and fell on the bed with some exhaustion.

"What a surprise attack and almost got them in the way!"

This time it was Herbert who took the initiative to report to the Bishop of Thorns. He was already very alert, fearing that he would reveal some flaws.

In this way, his thoughts were still unknowingly affected by the person in the dark, and he was almost exposed.

"Aren't you priests? Why are you so despicable!"

A group of old guys who don't respect martial ethics actually ganged up to bully an eighteen-year-old comrade like me... It's really too much!

The methods are so despicable that even I, the contractor of the evil god, can't stand it anymore.

"You have even engaged in mental manipulation. Are you also engaging in mental pollution and personality excretion behind the scenes?"

"No, I must strengthen the protection of my soul! I must find a way to continue to arm my soul!"

After two interferences from Ninasha and Bishop Rusty Nail, Herbert almost developed post-traumatic stress disorder.

"It takes time to improve strength, and not all the abilities obtained from monster materials can protect the soul. What should we do?"

After thinking for a long time, Herbert suddenly had an idea.

"If the inner one doesn't work, then use the external plug-in!"

He got up from the bed and sat in front of the desk, took out a piece of paper and started writing quickly.

"Dear father, I am your favorite second son. I haven't contacted you for a long time. Please send me money... No, you shouldn't be so close."

brush.

Herbert changed a piece of paper and started writing from scratch:

"Dear Duke Albert, I am Herbert. I have not greeted you for a long time. I hope you are doing well as usual. May the grace and wisdom of the gods always be by your side."

"Everything is fine for me in the monastery. This place is holy. However, the aliens in the prison are dangerous and my soul is often disturbed."

"Therefore, I, your second son, at the edge where light and shadow intersect, ask for your help."

"What I seek is neither gold nor silver, nor power and glory. There is only a strange thing that can protect the soul."

"I hope you understand, thank you very much."

After finishing writing, Herbert frowned and thought for a while.

"Hmm...it doesn't taste right."

The distance between words is enough, but it still seems a bit too intimate and humble.

Why does it feel like I'm begging for help?

no!

brush.

This time, Herbert cut through the red tape and wrote simply and directly:

"Duke Albert, I am Herbert."

"The darkness is intruding and requires the protection of the soul."

good!

Looking at the letter home written in a few strokes, Herbert nodded with satisfaction.

Look how well written this letter is!

Unceremonious, the tone is extremely cold and hard, and the whole article has one theme - Lao Deng, make money!

"Haha, that's it."

Herbert didn't know if his father was involved in the plan to frame him, but at least the two of them did not quarrel when they parted in the royal capital.

Since you haven't broken up yet, you can ask for things openly.

What he is acting in the letter now is that of an autistic monk who has closed his heart to love after being persecuted. He is a cold machine that has forgotten what love is and has no emotion...

"So, are you happy about this result? Or do you feel sad and regretful? I'm really looking forward to your expression when you read this letter."

It's a pity that I won't be able to see it with my own eyes for a short time.

At the same time, he also believed that his letter from home would not only fall on the Duke's desk, but would also be seen by those who were secretly observing him.

After they see it, will they believe even more that Herbert is completely disheartened and is ready to hide from the world?

Will he show a proud smile?

"Let you laugh a little longer first."

As for whether Duke Albert would actually send him magic artifacts, Herbert didn't really care.

Wool.

It may not be there if you collect it, but it definitely won’t be there if you don’t collect it.

Just think of it as a chance!

Bring it as it comes.

If you can't deliver it, pull it down and just pretend that you don't have this father.

Friends, be thick-skinned, many things are really not as difficult as you think.

Herbert wrote this letter and made no further attempts to contact anyone else.

His mother in this life passed away due to illness ten years ago, and there is no one in the family worthy of his concern.

Originally, the other two brothers had a good relationship, but after he was in trouble, they were too suspicious, and he didn't bother to test them.

After Herbert entrusted the other monks to mail the letter and returned to the room again, there was still some time before nightfall.

"This God of Harmony is really too bad!"

"No, are we two having some kind of exotic relationship? We still have to wait for the time difference before we can communicate... Tsk."

Herbert waited for a while, he was really bored and didn't know what to do with his time.

Just when he was bored, he suddenly remembered the hidden red hair.

Hey, I have an idea.

"This is easier to eat than the previous scales."

Herbert took a deep breath as he looked at the hair that had been washed many times and was shining brightly under the candlelight.

As soon as he closed his eyes when he was mentally prepared, he grabbed a handful and stuffed it into his mouth. Instead of trying to refuse, he directly tried to swallow.

Then……

"Bah, bah, bah... cough, cough, cough!"

Strange.

This feeling is so weird!

The strange feeling of hair sticking to his throat, the pain of wanting to swallow but not being able to, hit his soul.

At this moment, Herbert had a weird feeling.

He seemed to have become the stalker who followed others, secretly observing their every move, and even collected their hair to generate electricity.

Wow, too perverted brother!

Ugh.

There was no way, Herbert really couldn't hold on, spit out all the hair in his mouth, and rinsed his mouth repeatedly several times.

"Heck-cough, forget it, I can't eat it, let's wait for Nenasha to do it."

...

["Did you eat it?"]

"I didn't! Don't talk nonsense, be careful I'll sue you for defamation!"

Herbert denied it flatly and didn't admit that he had done such a thing at all.

【"Hehe, let's just take it as it is."】

Nenasha chuckled, not taking his quibbling to heart, and added casually:

【"Oh, I forgot to tell you, although you do need to eat it, the key point is your blood."】

Herbert: Hmm? Oh!

It seems to be like this?

Then why did I have to eat it with my mouth before?

Could it be... I really like it?

No, no, no.

Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!

How could I be such a person...

【"Okay, my ally, are you ready?"】

"You said ready?"

【"Be careful, her will will be more difficult than before."】

"What did you say..."

Herbert was wondering, and his blood fell on his red hair, and a thick red mist rushed up.

The next moment.

Fire appeared in front of Herbert's eyes.

Endless fire!