Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation

"ha……"

Opposite the middle-aged knight who was hesitating about giving up sex completely, Herbert was holding his sword and breathing heavily.

"Ahem."

Just now he tried the full blow at this moment, but he didn't expect it to be so powerful.

And he didn't expect that it would take away so much of his strength, almost draining him dry.

"So tired..."

Herbert now felt like he had turned into a salty fish. Although his standing posture seemed to be quite upright, he actually didn't want to move a finger and just wanted to lie lazily on the ground to recover his blood.

As the archbishop had reminded him before, Herbert's current body was not strong enough to withstand this excessive power.

He is like a beautiful container, which contains a large number of contraband items that are not usable at this stage. Every time he uses it, his fragile container will break into several pieces.

In urgent need of ways to improve one's physical fitness, the lava hell bath plan must be put on the agenda as soon as possible!

"But, the situation seems to be a little different now."

Herbert narrowed his eyes and mobilized the new abilities he had just acquired not long ago.

Gudu.

With a soft sound in his stomach that only Herbert could hear, he felt that his stomach was obviously deflated, digesting part of the stored energy.

The next moment, he felt a surging vitality surge into his limbs, repairing those damaged parts.

Herbert moved his hands and feet and felt everything was as usual...no, even better than before!

Those torn muscle fibers quickly grow back and become stronger and tougher than before.

This is actually the same principle as fitness, actively destroy muscle fibers, and then wait for them to recover and become stronger.

Relying on the ability to distort flesh and blood, Herbert only consumed one-third of his body's energy, and he achieved several times the effect of traditional exercise.

And the results are immediate, so you don’t need to struggle or suffer from getting out of bed the next day.

"Who can think of the forbidden power of Nine Dragons for this fat-growing effect?"

very good.

This time, the top of the head does not need to become pointy to gain more power.

Herbert's joyful expression also fell in Garn's eyes, and he couldn't help but sigh:

"Have you only been tired for such a short time? Even his recovery ability is so good. How much protection did that god give him..."

Sour.

Very sour!

Although it is a bit bad to say this, why is my god so stingy... Ahem!

He only thought about it briefly in his mind, but did not dare to think deeply for fear of offending the gods who generously gave him protection.

Of course, although some of them felt sad and wanted to turn themselves into Herbert, on the surface, Ga En still behaved very gracefully.

It would be better to say that his wavering actually only existed for a while, and he has now regained his composure.

How could a paladin who took a vow of poverty become mad with jealousy?

Garn showed the modest qualities that a mature paladin should have. He put away his sword, nodded slightly to Herbert and said:

"You performed very well, beyond my expectations. As long as you continue to persist and do not neglect training, I believe you will become the best among us in the future."

He can even become the leader of the justice camp!

But Ga En didn't say the following words, he just kept them silently in his heart.

Although he was looking forward to seeing that scene coming, he was still a little worried.

Although Herbert's talent was astonishing, he was still too young and his mind was not yet fully mature.

Without knowing the boy's character, Garn was not sure whether such praise would make an otherwise outstanding young man arrogant and arrogant, which would eventually destroy him.

"Thank you for your teaching." Herbert put away his sword and saluted Gawn respectfully.

"Well, that's it for today's guidance. You won't gain much if you continue it. You should go back and think about it."

In Garn's view, although Herbert has regained his most basic athletic ability at this moment, he has actually reached the point where he has run out of energy and any further exercise will only have negative effects.

Instead of wasting half the effort and getting half the result, it would be better to end it here and let him have a good rest.

"Understood, thank you again for your guidance."

Herbert understood what the other party was thinking, but did not explain it specifically.

You still have to give them some time to accept it, and don't act too exaggerated all at once.

Although this middle-aged paladin looked unsmiling, he did his best to practice with him all morning and gave a lot of guidance without hesitation.

In fact, not only Garn was alone, but other members of the Knights present also gave Herbert a lot of advice and help.

Moreover, should it be said that it is the headquarters of the Paladin?

After showing talent that could make others envious or even jealous, he didn't feel any ill will.

Some people felt sour, some gnashed their teeth in envy, and some shook their heads in emotion, but they did not feel any negative malice.

Oh... Although there was no malice, Herbert felt a very complicated emotion, full of doubts, confusion, confusion, and even a bit of panic.

Who is this?

Oh, it's your boy.

Herbert couldn't help laughing when he saw the burly man's disgraced look, and asked: "Blake? Why are you here? What do you want from me?"

"Uh... Your Majesty, cough, cough, cough."

Blake blinked in a daze, finally coming back to his senses and realizing where he was.

"Bah, bah, bah!"

He struggled to spit out the sand and gravel in his mouth, and then pressed down Herbert's shoulders with his two big hands.

"Your Highness! Are what you said just now true!?" Blake looked excited and his voice was trembling.

"Huh? Of course it's true. What question are you asking?"

Herbert raised his eyebrows, pushed his palm away, smiled strangely, and asked:

"I'm right in front of you, how can it be fake? Besides, you just saw it with your own eyes, right?"

"this……"

"People change, Blake."

Admiring Blake's dazed look, he chuckled and asked, "Or do you think I'm really just hiding here and wasting time in the monastery?"

"How much do you think I've been through here?"

"I……"

Blake lowered his head in shame and said, "The nobles in the city, including other His Royal Highnesses in the Duke's Palace, are also saying that you are here..."

He hesitated to say the insulting word.

But Herbert was not curious about this at all. He nodded and said calmly:

"Oh, it doesn't matter, just let them say whatever they want."

The white-haired boy turned around, walked out of the training ground without looking back, and said casually:

"I hope they can keep talking, keep talking, until I walk in front of them... and still have the courage to continue talking."

"I'm really looking forward to that scene."