Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation

"Forget it, I'll worry about it later!"

After thinking seriously for a moment, Herbert chose to give up thinking.

Escape is shameful, but it is really useful.

Awakening memory, pure oath, educating aliens... There are too many things happening, too little can be done, and there is no point in worrying about it. I can only take it one step at a time.

"It's come to this, let's eat first."

Herbert missed lunch because of sorting out his memory. At this moment, he did not go to the cafeteria, but turned to the kitchen.

This is not the Duke's house. There is no waiter who will leave food for him. There are smoked jerky and black bread in the kitchen.

It tastes bad, but it is enough to fill the stomach.

Although this behavior is not in accordance with the rules, considering the generous donations made by Albert's family to the monastery for many years, I think no ignorant monk will hold on to this little thing.

"Speaking of which, I will feel tormented by keeping my oath, and so should others. How will they relieve the pressure in their hearts when they can't hold on?"

Herbert nodded as he brushed against some ascetics and wrote down their details.

Ragged clothes, skinny body, silent... but surprisingly few scars on his body.

"It seems that only a very few ascetics would choose the pain of self-mutilation to suppress their desires, so how can others solve it?"

Herbert walked into the kitchen thinking about this question. When he was about to pick a baguette, his pupils suddenly shrank.

Just now, he suddenly moved his nose for some reason, and accurately smelled a very faint but inexplicably familiar smell in the complex smell of the kitchen.

The scent of heather!

?

¿

Is this right?

This, this is not right.

"Hiss!"

Herbert was silent for a long time. After doing a lot of psychological preparation, he finally plucked up the courage and slowly looked at the source of the smell.

In the bucket in the corner, he saw a dead fish floating on the water with its belly turned upside down and its mouth wide open.

?

"Hiss... It's grass carp!"

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Dinner was stewed grass carp.

Herbert didn't eat a bite.

Not to mention touching it, he didn't even go to the canteen.

He didn't want to eat the porridge carelessly, but he couldn't take the initiative to remind others, because that would inevitably be noticed by a fish lover.

No way, it doesn't matter if I suffer a little, let them enjoy this blessing.

It's already good to chew dry bread in the room.

Chewing the hard bread that can be used as a weapon to kill people, thinking about the tragedy in the corner of the kitchen, Herbert couldn't help but hum.

"Hehe, that buddy is the same, let Brother Fish die with his eyes open, why don't you even let him close his mouth afterwards, it's really rude."

This is too blasphemous.

But, then again, you are not a fish, how can you know the joy of fish? Maybe they are in love...

After a while of random thoughts, Herbert put away his divergent thoughts and thought silently.

He was not gossiping about the identity of that person, and he didn't want to rely on reporting to gain the appreciation of the upper echelons of the monastery. He was not that bored.

He has always been incomprehensible to others' unique hobbies, but he has always expressed respect and blessings.

After opening his eyes, he suddenly realized that he seemed to have accidentally discovered a bug that could be manipulated... No, it's a feature.

The forbidden communication between monks and fish, is this blasphemous enough?

It's too much!

Such an outrageous behavior, let alone monks who have taken the vow of purity, even monks who have taken other vows should be backlashed.

People can't, at least they shouldn't.

However, such a blasphemous thing happened so beautifully in a corner where no one cared, and no one heard the grass carp's cry.

Up to this moment, everything was normal in the monastery, and Herbert had not heard any news of monks breaking their vows and being injured.

"Is the news blocked? Or... is it similar to 'the priest and the little boy have in-depth communication' not considered breaking the precepts? As long as it's not between men and women, there is no problem?"

Grass carp ≠ breaking the precepts?

Tsk.

Damn, it's already a different world, and this inequality of the groove is still chasing me!

"...Hehe."

While feeling speechless, Herbert was also a little excited.

It's not that he has any special hobby for the slender little boy wearing over-the-knee white socks. He really doesn't like them, but this discovery gave him some inspiration.

His occupational disease of taking advantage of loopholes in the law came back.

Hey, I have an idea!

You said, if animals are not counted as the objects of breaking the rules, can it be understood as... as long as the object is not human?

You know, there are quite a lot of races in this world!

Like elves, tree spirits, centaurs, mermaids, dragons, succubi... These different races are enough to make anyone fall into ecstasy.

Moreover, his current position as a warden just gives him the opportunity to verify his conjecture.

But in addition to being excited, Herbert was a little hesitant in his heart.

The profession of Paladin has existed for so many years, and he doesn't think he is the first lucky person to discover this feature.

The reproductive capacity of humans in this world is very exaggerated, second only to some green-skinned goblins, and there is no reproductive isolation with most alien races.

Although these alien races were viewed with caution and even regarded as enemies by humans, who contemptuously called them monsters, due to subtle reasons such as ethnic wars and the slave trade, it was not uncommon for mixed-race offspring to be born from the union of humans and alien races.

Such as half-elves, half-orcs, dragonborn, half-changers, half-demon, etc. In some seaside legends, there are also fish-men with fish heads and human bodies... huh?

Uh, why do you feel like you accidentally discovered some secret?

Although these mixed-race descendants who were rejected by both parents were not as numerous as the real big clans, they were large enough to form their own ethnic groups, and some powerful ones even established countries.

Judging from this information, it was definitely not his turn to discover that different races could intermarry. Someone should have discovered this loophole long ago.

Sure enough, when Herbert opened the book that was thicker than a brick and looked it up, he easily found a wide variety of ways to break oaths with different styles - or rather, the facts of the case.

hiss!

There have long been warriors who sacrificed their lives to feed demons. Each one played better than the other, and each died more miserably than the last.

Perhaps because those who know the law and break the law are punished with a higher penalty, the end of these brothers is not very beautiful.

These strong men either had their oaths broken and died, or those who survived were hunted down by the Church Tribunal and executed to death - no one survived.

Real punishment!

It feels like reading criminal law!

Well, this road is blocked.

At this point, Herbert could only temporarily put away his dangerous little cleverness - humans can't, because the commandments do not allow it.

In addition, to say the least, those foreign girls in the prison could crush him to death with one hand even if they were suppressed. If they wanted to betray their sex, they would risk being played to death.

Being a cowherd will put your life in danger. This world is really unreasonable.

Alas, forget it!

"The big head controls the small head. Finding ways to become stronger is the top priority. Don't engage in those crooked ways."

Herbert now only hopes that he can gain enough strength through the practice of paladin as soon as possible, so that he can resist the punishment of breaking the oath earlier, break away from the cage and enjoy his free life.

"Freedom!"

Herbert stood up, stretched, and walked toward the door, ready to breathe the sweet air of a free country.

But just when Herbert was about to push the door open, a burst of burning pain erupted from the stigmata on the back of his hand, causing him to tremble and stop suddenly in front of the door.

"..."

At this moment, Herbert felt a biting chill on his back.

On the first day that Herbert came to the monastery, he was warned many times that he must not go out after midnight, and he never had any thoughts of going out at night.

But just now, he almost walked out of the room without warning and walked into the seemingly peaceful night.

What exactly is this...

Goo.

Herbert swallowed, turned his head with difficulty, and looked at the mechanical clock aside.

I saw that the gold-plated pointer had just completed a complete circle——

It's past midnight.