Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation

Cyril returned to his room in silence, and finally broke out after closing the door. He gritted his teeth and pounded his stone desk hard.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

Dong! Dong! Dong!

The stone table with hundreds of pounds was trembling constantly by him, with signs of cracking.

But although Cyril was angry, he had not completely lost his mind.

He was still restraining his strength, otherwise, the stone table would have been smashed by his fists as big as a sandbag. He had already awakened his natural divine power. After years of hard training and learning the skills of the monks, he had already learned the skills of the monk. ,

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At this time, both hands can be regarded as a powerful extraordinary weapon.

Although Cyril is better at using warhammers, he can easily defeat monks of the same level by fighting with bare hands alone.

Dong!

·.-.

After a slight crack appeared on the desk, Cyril finally calmed down a little, he stopped beating.

He slowly raised his palm carefully and fled tightly.

"Herbert, that damn nobleman!"

Although I calmed down a little, the anger in my heart still couldn't calm down.

Cyril thought of the "sarcastic" smile that Herbert showed to him as he parted here.

He must be watching my joke!

Yes, that guy must think that everything I did was just a futile thing that made me laugh. What about the fact?

".-." Cyril thought of the miserable fact and couldn't help but smash his mouth.

Not only did others not support themselves in their brave struggle, most of them didn’t even care about it.

The others had already gone back to pack up their own things and were ready to go to the dark area with Herbert.

Is it my problem?

Or are they too naive?

"Those guys were deceived by him, they———————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

Cyril's anger and hatred towards the nobles is difficult for others to fully understand.

Not everyone can understand his anger, and many of the monks in the monastery are not from civilians.

Some have some relationships with the nobles, and some are even former nobles.

Cyrill was rugged for a while, then he pulled out a worn-out book from the drawer and slowly wrote Herbert's name on it.

This note is Cyril's "Book of Hate", which records all the "enemy" that Cyril encountered over the years.

Then Cyril continued to write.

The second name, Varo, he laughed at me.

The third name, Zar, he laughed at me in sign language.

The fourth name.———

Soon, Cyril wrote down the names of everyone present today, including the Bishop Rust Nail, who was unknown!

Putting down the pen, Cyril was silent for a long time as he looked at the name, and grabbed his hair.

"spray!"

After l La Yi smashed his mouth hard, he suddenly pulled off the "Hate Paper" full of names.

Tighten it tightly, then put it in your mouth and chew it vigorously, and swallow it in one last bite.

Gu.

As the paper ball in his mouth moved up and down with the Adam's apple, he swallowed this "hate" into his belly.

"No! Your Excellency the Presiding Judge said, I shouldn't let anger control me—that's wrong!"

Bang!

He sighed deeply, slapped himself hard, and his eyes became more firm.

He had already awakened from his state of being swallowed by anger and would not do stupid things that would make everyone hate him.

"There is only one person to hate!"

Finally, Cyril picked up his pen again and wrote down a name.

"Only by defeating you can I truly become stronger!"

Cyril nodded deeply at the name, closed the Book of Hate and put it in the cloth pocket sewn on his chest.

After doing everything, he finally turned around and started packing the luggage he wanted to bring.

Yes, Cyril also wants to go to the dark areas with everyone.

Will he give up this rare experience because of Herbert's existence?

Impossible.

As someone who had never had a chance, he could only watch his father and brother die, and heavier every precious opportunity than others.

Although it was unacceptable to Herbert's command, he even disliked him,

But it is very challenging to go to a dark area to experience it, and it can also help him improve his own strength.

“Yes, no matter what happens afterwards, I have to endure it—

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled.

When his eyes opened, his eyes had returned to peace.

Ten minutes later.

"What did you say!!?"

"I don't accept it!"

Cyril, who had already made psychological construction for himself in his heart and was ready to endure humiliation, broke out.

He achieved ten minutes of good results in the "Not angry challenge".

Cyril was furious again and gritted at the smiling white-haired boy in front of him, "You are insulting me! It's absolutely impossible for me to do what you want!"

"As a result, you still think that you are a noble in your heart! You look down on us civilians!"

"Slave? Ho!"

When Cyril did all his psychological construction and came to Herbert, he was told that he would play a slave in order to disguise.

At other times, playing a slave is not unacceptable.

Because in many cases, although the Paladin represents justice, it is not accepted by others.

Although their original intention is good and they want to save others, they are often regarded as disaster by some people.

Some people don't want others' salvation.

Especially some people who are related to the evil realm are unwilling to appear by the Paladins.

It can only be said that their suffering is worthy of their thoughts.

Therefore, Paladins often need to disguise their identities in order to better complete their tasks.

It is very common to pretend to be poor, refugee, or slave in that situation.

But the situation is completely different now.

Herbert's arrangement was regarded as a naked humiliation by Cyril!

He can only play the role of a lowly slave, but the other party wants to pretend to be a slave merchant who enslaved him.

This is not humiliation, what is humiliation?

He glared at Herbert and gritted his teeth, "You let us be slaves and prepare ourselves to be this slave merchant, right??"

As for the current situation, Cyril is not the only one who thinks so.

Because of Cyril's previous resistance, some people also thought about Herbert's identity and planted a seed of doubt in their hearts without realizing it.

After wearing tinted glasses with preconceived ideas, it is discrimination to see anything.

Naturally, after Cyril made this contradiction clear, some subtle changes appeared in the field, and some people also looked at Herbert with suspicion.

Did he really think so?

But Herbert seemed quite calm about his rage and other people's suspicion.

Everyone didn't notice it. When Cyril broke out, a smile flashed in Herbert's eyes.

Oh, I really took the bait.

While Cyril was venting his emotions, Herbert stood with his hands behind his back, smiling and looking at him quietly, until he finally started to calmly breathe.

"Mr. Cyril, I don't understand why you are so excited and even regard this arrangement as an insult to you?"

Herbert's eyes were filled with a misunderstood sadness and doubts about Cyrill's behavior.

Cyril was still angry, but after seeing this expression, a hint of uneasiness suddenly flashed in his heart.

Wait, it seems something is wrong?

He was wondering when he heard Herbert's next words.

The white-haired boy from a noble family had a clear eyes and asked a question that made everyone speechless.

"According to your opinion, do you think it's humiliating to play a slave? Do you think it's an honor to play a slave merchant?"

In an instant, everyone suddenly realized this. The slave merchant was also a disguise. Herbert said, and it seemed that there was nothing wrong with it!

Herbert stared at Cyril, whose expression suddenly stiffened, and sighed regretfully: "Cyril, if you say this again, I will doubt your belief."

Cyrillic:! ! ?

Me, huh? ah?

Is it right?

No, no, no, no!

"No, I'm not"

Cyril wanted to explain, but Herbert didn't give him this opportunity and continued, "Do you think I'm willing to be the leader of this slave caravan?"

Herbert stared at Cyril's chaotic eyes and said in a deep voice:

"Do you think it's a glorious thing to be an evil and dirty slave trader? Am I not enduring this humiliation like you!!!"

"Why should I play the slave trader? It's because I'm from a background that knows their behavior better than what you think you want to 'enjoy' the feeling of being above others!"

"Then you say, if it weren't for me, the former nobleman, who would be more suitable for this?"

"Who is more suitable for this evil, dirty, and humble character in your eyes!"

"Is it you? Or someone else?"

"Tell me."

In this way, Herbert's layout succeeded.

He took Cyril step by step into the trap he had prepared.

If Cyril quietly chose to obey, then everything would be fine.

But if he chooses to resist - then from the moment he speaks, he has no way out.

If you have any dissatisfaction or doubts, you can raise it.

And after it is proposed, what about your solution?

As monks who are committed to justice, who would rather be such a role?

Cyril stood in place awkwardly, and he also realized the problem-solving problem-solvingly, he raised the problem but did not propose a solution.

A candidate?

Where can I find such a candidate?

In silence, Cyril felt the eyes of others, and those who had originally agreed with him all turned into suspicion.

At this moment, Cyril felt even more powerless than angry.

The scene was silent for a while until an impatient voice broke the deadlock.

"Spray, are you going to leave? What's the point of noticing?"

Eliza snorted disdainfully and let everyone's eyes move to her.

And under the gaze of everyone, her scarlet eyes were full of disdain and she smiled and said, "Aren't you just a slave merchant? You humans are really hypocritical and don't know what you are struggling with."

"Since you don't want to be it, then I'll do it!"

I'm just going to be a good person?

Eliza's original intention was not to really want to be this slave merchant. She just felt that these people were too slow.

In an instant, Eliza's aura as a legendary vampire really suppressed everyone.

Her arrogance, power, and mystery are deeply engraved into the eyes of others.

Unfortunately, just like all the pretentious men, Eliza was not handsome for three seconds.

"Um?"

Soon, Eliza realized that something was here, it was not an ordinary place.

But the foggy monastery.

It is the mist monastery where a group of enthusiastic stakes gathered.

And, these guys in front of me have never been good men and believers.

"Human? Is it——..interracial?"

"Alien Prisoner?"

When I realized Eliza's identity as a "heretic alien", almost all the cultivators present pressed their usual hands on their weapons.

Click.

clang.

hiss.

The sound of various weapons being unsheathed and unlocked was endless, making Eliza swallow silently.

She saw the desire to eliminate evil in their eyes.

Of course, Eliza is not afraid of these "weakers" with middle and high-level strength, but she still said the same thing - but don't forget where this place is.

This is the Mist Monastery!

If you beat the younger one, you will definitely provoke the old one.

If you provoke the earliest one, then... will be hehe.

"hiss--"

Just when Eliza was embarrassed to hide behind Herbert, the bad guy who had always liked to humiliate her took the initiative to take a step in front of her.

Eliza:?

Miss Vampire looked at the boy who walked up to him in confusion.

what are you up to?

Herbert turned his head slightly after he noticed her blank gaze and smiled slightly at her.

Then, Herbert turned to face everyone and smiled, "I think Eliza has made a good suggestion."

"That's right. Since everyone doesn't want to be such an evil character, it's better to let Eliza, who is already evil, take over."

"In this way, there is no need to worry about it. What do you think?"

Everyone was still tangled with Eliza's identity, but after hearing Herbert's words, they began to think unconsciously.

Talk, don’t talk, don’t talk.

It seems that this is really the case!

As long as Eliza comes to serve as the slave merchant, the problem will be solved.

Herbert looked at the way everyone nodded slightly, smiled with satisfaction, and then said, "Then, my new identity is the male favorite of the caravan owner."

At this moment, everyone felt their brains short-circuited.

Um?

Everyone:? ? ?

Everyone doubted that something was wrong with their ears at this moment.

Even Sfanney, who had been wandering around the world before, was stunned. She looked at Herbert's side face and looked at what the Lord was doing?

As the "party involved", Eliza was even more confused.

Male favorite? Whose male favorite...ah!

mine?

ah! ! ?