Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation

Chapter 304 - Traces of the Witch Society (5K)

"Huh? Why are you looking at me like that? Is what I said weird?"

Herbert looked at Eliza with a smile, rubbed his fingers together, and made a gold coin gesture.

"If you feel good, give me money."

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"If it's not cool enough, of course you have to pay."

"Honest management, no deception."

"Miss, you have already admitted that you enjoyed it, you won't deny it, right?"

That's the truth, but... why does this sound a bit unserious?

"Well……"

Eliza blinked quickly, considered her words, and asked vaguely with uncertainty: "Why do you sound like a prostitute... uh, some 'pleasure customer' would say that?"

As a civilized person, Eliza still suffers some disadvantages.

Her words were less vulgar, replacing certain unspeakable professions with a small group of believers of a certain goddess.

Joy-seekers, an obscure nickname for believers of the god of love, tend to refer to those believers who are willing to sell their bodies in exchange for benefits.

Well, in other words,... those who understand will understand.

"Oh, Miss Eliza, I didn't realize you speak so filthy!"

Herbert smiled and sat down next to Eliza naturally. He tilted his head and asked, "How am I like a believer in the god of love? I don't think I am as free as his followers."

Am I like a believer in Eros?

Stop it.

"Don't you think so? I think I was right."

The vampire lady was a little uncertain about Herbert's confident expression. She wanted to give him the thing, but she became alert halfway and took another close look at him.

This nose, these eyes, this mouth, this temperament… the more I look at them, the more they look alike!

He did it on purpose before!

Although Herbert tried his best to deny it, Eliza felt more and more that he was right.

This guy is simply the type of person who is most likely to be favored by the goddess of love.

The goddess of love is also a very "heavyweight" deity.

[Bethra, the God of Love and Pleasure]

As a mid-level deity with a rather "chaotic" style of doing things, the Goddess of Love loves freedom, especially the freedom to enjoy pleasure.

This is reflected in His encouragement of believers to pursue true love regardless of race, gender, and identity.

The believers of the god of love are exactly the same as the god. They have perfectly inherited the character trait of the god of love and are quite unrestrained in "physical contact".

This also provides an excuse for some people in special professions who, for various reasons, sell their own values.

They use the name of the god of love, or they are really shallow believers in the god of love, and in the name of "happy guests", they engage in short-term, high-intensity collisions with each customer that require money and energy.

In the space of a few hours to a few minutes, a touching love and separation is enacted.

By the way, although the God of Love is free-spirited, He is not an evil deity.

Although he acts in a chaotic manner, his character is relatively kind, and he will also take some actions to protect love.

For example, a count who used money and power to force marriages was transformed into a rutting elk and had his hounds chase him throughout the mating season.

Or it could turn those who force others into ugly monsters covered in sores but unable to die.

Most of His followers are like this too.

They have a bottom line on some major issues, but on weekdays they are mostly pleasure seekers who behave dissolutely and frivolously and pursue excessive physical and mental freedom.

If Eliza's words were slightly changed, she would be saying that Herbert was a scumbag.

Of course, Herbert could not admit such malicious comments.

Is it possible to say this?

cannot!

You can never say anything that is not conducive to unity, even if you die!

Even if what you said is true, then you can say that... No, this is not true at all!

This is slander!

I'm in pure love!

[“Hey, do you really think so?”] A certain comedian poked his head out and asked out of the blue.

Although he was backstabbed by his ally, Herbert remained unmoved and ignored it calmly.

"Stop talking nonsense. What I said is what it is. Anyway, don't worry about it."

"If you keep talking, I'll ignore you."

[“Okay, okay, as long as you are happy~”]

After Herbert successfully "convinced" himself and his allies, he nodded seriously and said, "Yes, there is nothing wrong with what I said. You think too much. Yes, you have a dirty heart."

Eliza:?

"Eh? Me?"

I am the dirty one! ?

Eh, is this true?

Herbert nodded and pretended to be calm and said, "I don't know what you are thinking, but what I said just now actually asked you to hand over all the money you looted from the fake legend's lair to me."

Before handing the tavern over to Eliza to vent his anger, Herbert simply plundered the wealth of a few merchants, and then handed it all over to Faol and the others to pave the way.

But in reality, that’s not all.

The merchants did bring a lot of money with them, and were ready to do some shopping in the shady area.

But that is not their entire wealth after all. Even if they are rich, their wealth is limited.

The real big gain of this camp came from the fake furious man.

He occupied this place for hundreds of years and made countless profits from the slave traders.

"Oh, that one."

Eliza suddenly realized what Herbert was referring to, but she shook her head decisively: "No money. If you want money, then there is definitely no money."

"Um?"

Herbert was stunned for a moment and looked at Eliza in surprise.

You guy, you actually want to keep it all for yourself?

I actually learned to resist.

This is really...promising!

However, one thing is for sure, Herbert really can't let her embezzle the money this time.

Eliza, I really have to punish you, don't I?

Just as Herbert was thinking about how to make Eliza understand who the master is, the vampire lady, who was unaware of the "crisis", continued:

"There are no gold coins or jewelry in the underground secret room. It seems that the guy was stuck at a high level for a long time and exchanged all his money for resources to break through."

Pseudo legend?

In the eyes of a strong person like Eliza, there is no such false concept of artificial division.

In her opinion, that guy was just a slightly stronger high-level demon warrior.

Speaking of this, she couldn't help but sneer again: "It's just that he really has no brains. I don't know who bewitched him. He actually wanted to advance in such a stupid way. He is such an ignorant fool."

Herbert blinked at Eliza's disdain and was also a little curious: "So what did he do?"

laugh.

Miss Vampire sneered and said disdainfully: "He has piled up all kinds of demon materials in the secret room, including the broken horns of primary, intermediate, high-level and even legendary fire demons!"

"That idiot seems to be planning to create a perfect demon bloodline in this way, and then make himself break through... Ha, he really is dreaming."

Now Herbert understood completely.

Wow, that Ghosn really dares to think.

Perfect demon bloodline, this kind of dream-like bloodline, even the most powerful demon lord in the abyss dare not even dream of it.

How could he, a half-baked guy who is not even a legend, dare to think of it!

Herbert stroked his chin and said to himself, "That means he wanted to become a legend, so he spent all his savings and paid a huge price to buy these materials."

"I guess so."

Eliza nodded and asked, "I didn't take any of those things. They are all on the ground. Do you want me to help you get them out?"

Although those demon materials could be exchanged for money, they were useless to Eliza. She simply didn't even touch them and threw them on the ground in disgust.

Demon materials are indeed expensive. The price of this forbidden material with few channels to obtain has always been high on the black market.

If ordinary people want to obtain demon materials, they either go to the abyss to hunt them themselves, or summon them through special forbidden rituals.

The ritual of summoning demons, no matter in which era, will be hunted down by the Orthodox Church.

"well……"

Herbert sighed with some regret, rubbed his temple, shook his head and said, "Forget it, since we didn't take them, let's bury them completely underground."

Demonic materials are good for professionals in the evil camp, but they are of no use to a paladin like Herbert - that's strange.

Herbert is a paladin, but is he an ordinary paladin?

On the surface, it is pronounced as "Paladin", but in fact it is written as "Ally of the Evil God"!

"Nenasha, are you ready?" Herbert asked softly in his heart.

[“Yeah, they’ve all been packed up. There are indeed quite a few varieties~”]

When Eliza mentioned the demon material, Nenasha had already let the shadow tentacles merge into the ground, devouring all the demon material in the secret room.

Others need various rituals and procedures to deal with this pile of demonic materials, but for Nenasha, it is really too simple.

The first step is to assemble it.

The second step is to let your dear ally (tool man) take a bite.

[“I have collected all those materials. You can just take a bite of each one when you find time.”]

"No, do I have to chew it?"

[“It’s up to you~ Anyway, the effect will definitely be better after chewing~”]

“…Tsk.”

The corners of Herbert's mouth twitched slightly. He really didn't want to speak in person.

How sour and refreshing it tastes, wow... Only those who have eaten it will know.

In addition, Herbert really doubted that this guy's claim of "double the absorption effect after chewing" was purely for fun.

"well!"

He bit his lip unwillingly and made another note of Nenasha in the little notebook in his heart.

Just wait for me.

You want me to eat this mess now, right?

Okay, I will definitely let you eat something you don’t want to eat later!

Let's wait and see.

Thirty years on the west side of the river, thirty years on the east side of the river, don’t deceive…

[“By the way, Herbert, there is another interesting thing in the secret room. You should probably take a look at it.”]

"Um?"

Herbert's mind moved, and a special picture appeared before his eyes.

It was a slightly torn piece of yellow paper that had been flipped through many times, with the words "Perfect Bloodline Potion" written on it.

The specific content of the article is how to extract blood from various demonic materials, and then fuse them together to finally make a "perfect blood potion."

That’s right, this is the source of all Ghosn’s tragedies.

He wasted a lot of time because of this thing, and finally fell on the threshold of legend, ending up in an awkward situation where he was neither up nor down.

But Herbert didn't care about the content of the scroll. It was just like the health products sold to middle-aged and elderly people - it had no practical effect except for exaggeration.

What really caught his attention was the signature in the lower right corner of the paper.

"Northern Witch Mutual Aid Alliance, high-level pharmacist..."

The name was deliberately erased, and it is not known whether it was done by Ghosn or the pharmacist himself.

But even if we ignore that insignificant name, the previous alliance made Herbert couldn't help but sigh and shake his head.

"It's the Witch Society again."

Herbert looked at the familiar badge and couldn't help laughing: "You guys are really everywhere."

"We are really destined to be together!"

In Frost Crystal, the intervention of the Archmage of the Witch Society has caused unrest in the entire kingdom.

And the last time the losers of the Moore family broke out of prison, there were clues of the Witch Society, which helped them "pass through" the barrier.

And now, in the dark area, I can even see the victims of the Witch Society’s fake prescriptions.

"You have your own business here and there... Are you cockroaches? Why are you everywhere?" Herbert couldn't help but complain.

Heartwarming knowledge - when you find a cockroach at home, they have actually already spread to every corner of the house!

[“How is it? Do you feel more stressed now that you are facing such a huge monster?”] The god whispered teasingly in his ear.

"Oh."

Herbert stood up, stretched himself, and snorted softly.

"First of all, I am not against the Witch Society. I just have a little friction with one of the great wizards. It has nothing to do with other people - not to mention that now I am the only one who holds a grudge, and the other party has no idea of my thoughts at all."

Herbert holds a grudge and is ready to give Master Finn a "surprise" in the future, but the other party may not care about him, a little guy who has just "entered the advanced level".

Compared to Herbert, the young man who has left Frost Crystal, Finn is definitely more concerned about his "rival" Reinhardt.

"Secondly, even if that conflict is brought to light later, so what?"

"It's just a scattered organization that originally came together for the purpose of keeping each other warm. The towers are not united, and there are even grudges between them."

The scale of the Witch Society is indeed not small. Their traces are everywhere and their power is strong.

However, while large organizations have their advantages, they also have their disadvantages—there are many factions.

The more people there are, the more factions there are, and the more difficult it is to unite as one.

"Unless I pose a threat to the entire Witch Association, there is no way they would unite against me."

I, Herbert, am not some world-destroying demon, so why would I be so cautious and vigilant?

The young man hummed and chuckled again, "Even if they all go up, don't you still have it?"

"When that time comes, my dear God, you can't just watch your favorite ally die, right?"

They want to kill you, how can you not say anything?

[“Ahaha~ That’s hard to say! Maybe I just like seeing you covered in scars?”]

In response, the god chuckled and said jokingly: "Of course, if you show some sincerity, it will be different."

Herbert shrugged and curled his lips indifferently: "You? You can't bear to part with it."

[“Haha, maybe~”]

[“Also, you can be more confident! You are stronger than you think~”]

The god was amused by this answer, and chuckled without telling the true meaning, then gradually fell silent.

He needs to digest it.

The power of faith from before, plus these materials, can restore some of His strength.

Oh, by the way, leave a bite of each ingredient for Herbert to taste.

I can't bear to let him miss this taste~

…

"More powerful?"

Herbert frowned slightly as he pondered over the last words Nenasha had said.

What He was talking about was naturally not the crushing of the slaves before. No matter how big the gap in strength between Him and the weak is, it is meaningless.

So what does He mean?

Then who should I compare my strength with?

legend?

I may not be able to defeat him...

"Hey, why are you suddenly silent?"

Eliza's somewhat uneasy voice interrupted Herbert's "daze".

"Um?"

Herbert turned his head and was surprised to see that she was still sitting among the scarlet flowers with her legs crossed.

Although he exuded a terrifying bloody aura, his expression revealed a hint of uneasiness.

"Um, are you angry?"

Eliza carefully observed Herbert's expression and asked uncertainly, "I really didn't mean to scold you..."

She paused, but still didn't say anything against her will, and changed her words: "Well, only a little bit, just a little bit on purpose."

Just a little bit!

She looked at Herbert, who was still frowning, and said with a pursed mouth:

"Hey! Don't be so stingy! It's just a joke. What did you do to me before? I didn't even get angry..."

You treated me like that, but I didn't hold it against you.

You stingy Paladin!

Miser!

Eliza originally wanted to persuade Herb to be particularly angry, but the more she thought about it, the angrier she became, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt that she had been at a disadvantage.

Her voice became smaller and smaller, and finally she puffed up her cheeks in anger, folded her arms, turned her head to the side, and simply closed her eyes, no longer looking at this stingy man.

"snort!"

Of course, although whether Eliza "can't turn against her" or "doesn't want to turn against her" is still debatable, she is definitely not a person who holds grudges.

Herbert looked at the angry vampire in confusion and blinked.

What are you doing?

Staring at the little expression of the vampire lady, Herbert suddenly understood something and nodded vigorously.

Herbert: “Ah!”

I understand!

Eliza: “Huh?”

What about you?

She was wondering and was about to open her eyes to take a peek at Herbert when she felt a wave of heat coming over her.

He is coming?

Are you going to apologize?

Or... Eh!?

As Eliza was guessing, she suddenly felt her body lighten and was lifted up from the ground.