Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation

As the most powerful fighting group in the monastery, the Misty Knights have set up their base in the Misty Mountains outside the monastery.

Some of the Knights will go out to perform tasks, as a sharp sword to stab evil.

The other part stays in the monastery. In addition to taking turns to maintain security in the monastery, they train in the Misty Mountains all day long.

They either go deep into the mountains in a team to fight fierce monsters, or use various rigorous techniques to temper their bodies and spirits.

They never harm their bodies, but the process of polishing their spirits and bodies can definitely be called ascetics.

And now...

Herbert is about to become one of them.

"..."

He followed Bishop Rusty Nail onto the city wall, looking at the Knights training everywhere below, his eyebrows kept rising.

Herbert watched a middle-aged paladin pierce the tip of the sword into his forearm and then pull it out, and then use the bleeding arm to practice chopping.

Self-abuse?

No.

This was not only self-harm, he was also using magic to heal his wounds while slashing.

He even felt that it was not enough, so he swung his sword and pierced his calf, and began to coordinate his staggering steps.

So, are they practicing fighting after being injured?

"Hiss..."

He turned his head and saw two monks facing each other in horse stance - they took turns kicking each other in the crotch.

Snap!

"Um!"

Snap!

"Ah!"

Snap!

"Ha!"

Each kick of the two was quite strong, staring at each other with wide eyes, and their expressions looked like they wanted to eat each other alive.

Under the scorching sun, dust flew in the crotch of the two men, veins on their temples bulged, and their bodies shook like sieves.

So, are they practicing the Golden Bell Cover?

Uh... should it be said that they are improving the ability to resist blows in the vital parts?

"Hiss..."

Herbert felt a phantom pain in his crotch, and he couldn't bear to look at it and moved his eyes to the other side again.

On this side, a monk challenged ten paladins with bare hands - he was about to be kicked into a rolling pig head by a circle of people.

Damn, this young man!

On the other side, the white-haired paladin inserted the blade in front of him, held the hilt with one arm, and supported the weight of his whole body with the strength of one arm.

Damn, this uncle!

On the other side...

After a simple look around, Herbert's expression was quite wonderful. He exhaled a long breath and couldn't help shaking his head with emotion.

Unexpectedly, in this small monastery, there are so many crouching dragons and phoenixes.

The immortals are as numerous as hemp teeth!

The entire training ground of the Knights gave Herbert a weird shock of "The Knights' big stage, come if you dare!"

Here, you can not live, but you must not die.

Is this Florida?

Just as he was gritting his teeth and taking a breath, the Rusty Nail Bishop in front of him spoke: "Herbert, you know that your request is not realistic."

"Whether the heretics have really changed as you said, the fact that they are extremely dangerous will not change."

"I can't agree to your request."

Herbert nodded silently. He certainly knew that his request was not feasible, and could even be called a fantasy.

Because he couldn't guarantee safety at all.

Even if he believed that they were getting better, others would not believe it, and even...when that moment really came, would Valentina and the others really be honest?

I can only say that it's really hard to say.

Don't try to put your hand into the mouth of a hungry beast, and don't put your dirty little hands into the cooked ingredients when your mother is cooking...

Don't jump back and forth on the edge of danger!

Unless you can really afford the price you will pay later.

But Herbert was not disappointed by being rejected, because the words of the Rusty Nail Bishop were obviously not finished.

Sure enough, after a few breaths of silence, Bishop Rusty Nail continued: "But... it's not completely impossible."

"If you can be sure to suppress them, no one will stop you."

He turned around and looked at the boy in front of him with a silent face: "So, Herbert, do you know what you need most now?"

"It's strength."

The words on the other side were so obvious, Herbert knelt on one knee without hesitation and said sincerely: "Please guide me how to do it, Your Excellency the Knight Commander!"

Bishop Rusty Nail looked at the sensible boy and nodded with satisfaction, and whispered in a hoarse voice: "Very good."

"You are very smart. After finding out that I have no ill will towards you, you have guessed my thoughts."

"Yes, I really hope you can become a member of the Knights."

Herbert lowered his head and raised his eyebrows slightly, a little surprised by the words of the Knight Commander-he had already seen it?

This Bishop Rusty Nail is not as ignorant of human nature as he seems.

"As a noble, you know how to communicate with others, which is good."

"Many times, monks are too rigid in their dealings with others and don't know how to communicate with others."

The cardinal curled his lips, causing the rivets on it to collide lightly, making a subtle buzzing sound.

"The nobles will regard us as ruthless lunatics, and worry that we will purge them and the evil together."

"Sometimes, even commoners will regard us as the lackeys of the nobles, fearing that we will charge high fees... hehe."

Bishop Rusty Nail's eyes fell on the monks in the training ground, shook his head silently, sighed and closed his eyes painfully.

No more watching...

It makes me feel dizzy.

"What they lack... well, is your smoothness."

Bishop Rusty Nail turned back and looked at the white-haired boy and nodded again with satisfaction, saying: "But these are not enough, you also need enough strength."

He extended his hand to Herbert and invited him:

"Give up the work of the Inquisition and join the Knights. I will train you personally."

"I will never waste your talent and make you a real Paladin who can protect justice."

Herbert did not answer immediately.

To be honest, Bishop Rusty Nail's proposal is still good. He really needs a channel to systematically improve his training strength.

But...

Give up the work of the Inquisition?

Herbert frowned, thinking that he was not inviting him, but forcing him to quit.

You are making things difficult for me!

"I..."

Bang!

Just as he was about to speak, the door behind him was directly knocked open, and a sturdy figure rushed in without any image, blocking the two of them at once.

"Herbert!!!"

The loud voice of Bishop Thorn resounded throughout the training ground, attracting everyone's attention.

Everyone heard a roar that broke the defense:

"Don't promise him anything--Ah!!!"