Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 454 Lord Herbert will definitely do that!!! (Very loudly)
Lord Herbert will certainly do that.

Correct.

He will definitely lend a helping hand to these people.

Cyril was absolutely certain of this.

If it were Lord Herbert, he would definitely help them!
This belief had no reason, yet it was exceptionally firm.

Ok?
Casey was intimidated by Cyril's imposing presence. She blinked and asked uncertainly, "Uh... Uncle, are you serious?"

"Seriously!!!"

"hiss……"

Perhaps Cyril's attitude was too resolute and certain, which made Casey, who had initially had little hope for him, raise an eyebrow.

Why don't you try to believe it?
Furthermore, when Cyril mentioned the unfamiliar name "Herbert," she vaguely felt a kind of inexplicable stirring.

Just as her grandfather, the clan chief, had once told her, she felt the touch of fate.

It seems that the person Cyril mentioned is indeed inextricably linked to the fate of their beast-eared clan.

Perhaps, he really is "the one" that the clan has been waiting for?
Casey felt a surge of anticipation, but quickly regained her composure.

No.

We can't be so careless.

This is only Cyril's side of the story, and should not be blindly believed.

Moreover, in the clan's past, there were people who were "related to the fate of the clan," but none of them brought the clan the expected future.

Instead, their hopes were dashed, plunging the clan into an even deeper abyss.

Especially the incident ten years ago, which almost plunged the entire clan into utter ruin, it was her mother who took the initiative to sacrifice herself and managed to save the clan's fate.

These shamans could only vaguely sense the gifts of fate, but they could not discern whether those gifts were good or bad.

Casey pursed her lips and frowned, seemingly hesitant, but ultimately sighed at her father's prompting gaze, refraining from uttering anything too harsh.

She paused for a moment, then said helplessly, "Uncle, even if everything you said is true, and that 'Lord Herbert' is truly qualified, truly favored by fate as you say..."

"But we don't know him, and he doesn't know us. We have no relationship with each other. Why would he help us?"

"Can you make the decision for him?"

Casey's concerns are perfectly normal. Why should she help you when you're not related by blood?
But Cyril's response was loud and firm.

"I can not!"

Casey: ?
"then you……"

"But I believe that Lord Herbert, as a paragon of paladins, would never stand by and watch you die!"

Cyril's eyes were resolute as he said firmly in a deep voice, "He would never abandon innocent and vulnerable people!"

"Absolutely not!"

Casey hesitated, then raised her hand and said, "Uh, well..."

"no way!!!"

"I mean……"

"no way--"

Snapped!
Casey clapped her hands loudly, interrupting Cyril's enthusiastic shouting, and said irritably, "Alright, alright! Stop it! I know!"

"I don't know how important he is to you. You suddenly seem like a completely different person. Really... sigh!"

The girl rolled her eyes and said helplessly:
"Since you insist, then you can stay."

"I don't care anymore. I've already warned you, and whatever happens afterward is none of my business!"

After saying that, the girl jumped off her father's shoulders, nimbly flipped in mid-air, and landed silently.

Then he raised his leg and kicked his father's shin forcefully.

Whoosh—bang!

As she kicked, she grumbled unhappily, "Laugh, laugh, laugh! All you know how to do is laugh! You don't even speak up for me, and you're blocking me! Making me the bad guy all by myself!"

Faced with his daughter's complaints, the elderly father could only scratch his head and give an awkward smile.

"Humph!"

Brooke watched his daughter's angry figure disappear into the distance, then turned and nodded to Cyril before heading deeper into the forest alone.

"..."

The clan's chief guard walked quietly, the smile on his face gradually fading.

Unlike her daughter, who had completely closed herself off after only one disappointment and was no longer willing to trust outsiders.

Despite experiencing more betrayals, Brooke never gave up trusting others.

In addition, he is more concerned about something else than the potential "crisis or opportunity" in the future—the imminent crisis!

The silent, cat-eared giant narrowed his eyes, concealing his pupils, which had turned into vertical slits, so that his daughter wouldn't notice his anger.

Those dangerous slave traders have been circling the outskirts of the Forgotten Forest for days, and they are almost at the exact location of the clan camp!
There is a traitor within the clan.

Someone is sending messages out, trying to lure those guys over!
And after today's test, he was able to rule out Cyril as a suspect.

So the real traitors... are hidden within their own clan.

Who is it?

The clan has fallen to such a state that it should have no value left to exploit. So who betrayed the clan?

Are they escapees who voluntarily left their community in pursuit of "freedom"?
Or are they pitiful people who were captured by outsiders and sold out their clan in order to survive?

"..."

Or...

Brooke squinted, then suddenly looked up at the surrounding trees and vegetation, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

In the darkness of night, Brooke raised his head and silently gazed at the bright moon overhead.

He stood quietly in the night like an iron tower.

As the night wind blew, his figure disappeared.

The outskirts of the Forgotten Forest.

A group of dangerous individuals halted their advance and began setting up camp by the water.

As they were setting up camp in an orderly fashion, a tall, fat slave trader suddenly shuddered and reached into his trousers.

"Ptooey! Holy crap! It's bugs again!"

He looked at the worm he pulled from his crotch, at its bulging belly, and growled angrily:
"I'm speechless! It fucking crawled into my ass! Damn it, if I hadn't held it in place, who knows where it would have gone!"

After muttering to himself, he prepared to crush the damned bug in one swift motion.

Before he could even make a move, his companions, after hearing his tragic story, immediately cast mocking glances at him.

"Pfft! Hahaha!"

Everyone burst into laughter, mocking him mercilessly.

"Hahaha, Bob, looks like even the bugs can tell your ass is hot! Hahahaha!"

"A bug's got its eye on your ass, Bob, that's hilarious! Fucking!"

Vulgar laughter erupted, the group of desperados with near-negative morals not caring that their comrades were the ones being embarrassed, and they laughed loudly without any restraint. "Bob! You shouldn't be looking for women anymore, why don't you switch places with them, stick your ass out and let the brothers try it out!"

"Hahaha! Forget it! I won't try. Let others enjoy this blessing! You guys come, you guys come... Hahaha!"

"Damn it, if I'm not coming, whoever wants to go first can go first!"

Bob, the one being ridiculed, was furious and his body trembled with rage.

"Damn it! Laugh again! Laugh again!?"

In a fit of rage, he forcefully threw the worm he had pulled from his buttocks at someone's face.

"Oh shit!"

The man was laughing loudly, then suddenly realized that something was wrong and lowered his head to dodge in a panic.

In his panic, he didn't see the direction he was dodging and rushed towards the only tent that had been set up in the camp.

Wow.

His figure rolled forward into the tent and disappeared into the dark curtains.

"My lord! It wasn't me, I—ah!!!"

With that man's abrupt scream, all the laughter in the entire camp vanished instantly, as if someone had choked him.

The expressions on all the outlaws' faces changed, and a deep fear welled up in their eyes.

As powerful individuals with advanced abilities, they shouldn't be here, much less become a group of low-level slave traders.

The reason they gathered together was entirely because of that mysterious and terrifying slave trader.

That merchant called himself "The Withered One" and was a legendary druid!
He used unknown methods to control everyone and turn them into his servants.

They did resist, but all those who dared to offend him became nourishment for his evil plants.

Creak, creak, creak...

Now, listening to the strange sounds coming from the tent, like something being drained dry, they could already guess what would happen to that unfortunate fellow.

Then, everyone's eyes fell on Bob, dozens of pairs of eyes staring at him with strange looks, silently putting pressure on him.

Bob finally succumbed to the pressure, walked to the tent, and forced himself to say, "Sir, I just... ah!"

Wow.

Just as Bob was about to confess, the tent door was suddenly pushed open, and a mummified corpse staggered out.

Not just Bob, everyone took a step back.

The corpse's head had disappeared, replaced by a plant resembling a large salvia, which spread out from the neck.

!!!

Bob realized something when he saw the flower corpse, and frantically ran backward, trying to explain to the tent.

"Ah, sir, I—ah!!!"

But as soon as he opened his mouth, the mummified corpse caught up with him and grabbed him like two iron clamps!
"No!"

The next moment, the saliva plant suddenly closed its mouth and bit off his head.

Click!

thump.

Bob's fat, headless body crashed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The giant beak that had bitten off the head now resembled a soccer ball. After a few breaths, it wriggled and spat out a pale head that had been completely corroded.

Click.

After spitting out its venom, the chomp flower seemed to have completed its mission, quickly withering away before falling to the ground along with the dried-up corpse.

Then, a few seconds later, several scarlet thorny branches sprouted from the ground, dragging the mummified corpse and Bob into the earth.

The entire process took less than half a minute, and the two high-ranking villains were transformed into nourishment for the earth.

The earth swallowed the corpse, leaving only a stark white head on the ground, its empty eye sockets staring at the others.

goo.

The silence was broken by a swallowing sound, bringing all the villains back to their senses as they stared in awe at the terrifying presence inside the tent.

Throughout the entire ordeal, the evil and powerful druid never uttered a single word.

Being a manager in a high position is not an easy thing.

Especially in societies with moral constraints, many things become very complicated and subject to various obstacles.

However, if placed in the dark realm, some things that were originally complicated become very simple.

The simplest and quickest way to manage a group of bloodthirsty thugs is to be more terrifying and more brutal than them! Make them clearly understand the price of resistance!

Inside the tent, the Withered One, whose entire body was hidden beneath a wide, thorny robe, paid no attention to the slaves' reactions.

His face, as white as tree bark, was filled with piety as he knelt quietly before a broken idol—a half-dead, decaying tree.

"My lord!"

The legendary druid bowed his head, silently praying in his heart.

"Great Father of All Trees! The Roar of Nature's Fury! Our Hope!"

"You gave everything for this world, but those guys ignored your sacrifices!"

A genuine emotion welled up in his withered face. He suddenly opened his eyes and roared angrily, "I will definitely complete your mission and kill all those traitors of nature!"

“Start from here!”

"I will make these guys who have forgotten your greatness remember what nature truly looks like!"

"And the first step will begin with those outsiders who do not belong to nature!"

He grinned maliciously, then raised the wooden spike in his hand and stabbed it into a corpse that looked remarkably like a human but had animal ears.

The corpse withered rapidly, and the power of its flesh and blood transformed into streams of warmth that flowed into the statue, before suddenly returning to the withered one, causing his parched face to relax.

Although he hated these beastmen, they were perfect for sacrifice.

"Heh... They will die, and become the power for my advancement! At the same time, the hatred they ignite will become the flames that burn this forest to the ground!"

"……Um?"

Just as Valentina was about to fly back to Eldar, Herbert on the dragon's back suddenly raised an eyebrow and blinked strangely.

Because the movement was so subtle, no one else noticed it, except for Neyana, who caught Herbert's change in emotion.

【"What's wrong?"】

"Um……"

Herbert didn't answer immediately. He suddenly fell silent, stroked his chin, his expression serious. After a pause, he said in a deep voice, "Nenesha, I don't know if it's just my imagination, but I always feel..."

"It seems like someone is secretly complimenting my good looks?"

【"Um?"】

Nenasha: ?

Miss Harmony was puzzled, and the shadow beneath Herbert's feet flickered, forming a large question mark.

No, are you okay?
You suddenly stopped talking, and I wondered what was wrong with you, but this is what you told me?
Get sick!
But Herbert didn't think there was anything wrong with his guess, and naturally asked, "What? Is there a problem with someone complimenting me? Am I not handsome?"

Isn't this perfectly normal?
(End of this chapter)