Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 509 "A Showdown That Cannot Be Lost"

Chapter 509 "A Showdown That Cannot Be Lost" (4.4K)
"Can someone translate this for me? What does it mean that the two of them secretly engaged in a duel between men in the courtyard of the monastery on a dark and stormy night?"

"The cardinals arranged a fight in private, and both ended up seriously injured."

"Hiss, bare-chested is one thing, but no weapons, no referee, no restrictions... this is a three-no fight."

Herbert pieced together all the information he had gathered, squinted, and muttered to himself in bewilderment.

"No... I don't understand!"

dong dong.

He raised his hand and tapped his head, hearing a crisp echo—his bewildered brain wailing.

At this moment, I really feel like I might not be fully awake and am still wandering in the world of dreams.

Is this true?

Is this really not fake news?
To be honest, although Herbert had a vague idea of the two cardinals in the monastery being a bit of a clown, he really didn't expect them to do something so outrageous.

Although neither of them would admit it to themselves, it was obvious to everyone that they were friends for many years, the kind of friends who loved and hated each other.

Herbert initially treated them as cold and aloof leaders, but as they got to know each other better, he realized that was not the case at all.

Damn, these are two real clowns—the Knight Commander is half a clown, and the Judge is one and a half.

These two are a sarcastic, grumpy aristocrat and a cheerful, clueless muscular guy.

No, it's one thing for the judge to do this, but why is the knight commander following suit?

Are they all this passionate?

You're not young anymore, are you?

And you even say you're still teenagers until you die?

"And what are they after?"

Herbert became increasingly confused and felt lost.

"What grudge do these two have that they have to make such a big deal out of it? How are they going to clean this up now...?"

He thought about it and finally decided not to ask anyone else.

Herbert decided to go directly to the person involved and get to the bottom of things!
It was really just a thirst for knowledge.

"Yes, I was actually concerned about their injuries and worried that something might have really happened to them, so I went to visit them."

"Yes, I don't want to see people make fools of themselves! Not at all... Pfft! Cough cough, um, that's it."

"Ha, stop holding back, you've been laughing the whole time, you haven't stopped at all."

Herbert, exposed by Nenasha, initially tried to hold back, but soon his shoulders began to shrug, and finally he couldn't contain himself any longer and burst into laughter.

"Hahaha!"

Herbert's hearty laughter also attracted the attention of others, and the monks all looked over with strange expressions.

Everyone is being patient and enduring it is very difficult. At most, we can only chat secretly for a few minutes. Why are you being so disrespectful?
Upon closer inspection, one noticed the distinctive white hair and realized the identity of the audacious person.

Oh, it's Lord Herbert.

If he just smiles, it's nothing.

"..."

The nuns exchanged glances, each harboring a strange thought.

"How about we join in?"

"Should it be okay?"

With Herbert setting a bad example, and the others already barely able to contain themselves, their lips trembled as they pursed their lips as if facing a formidable enemy, trying to suppress their impulsive disrespect.

—Just kidding, it's impossible to suppress.

"Pfft, haha."

"Hahaha!"

"Cough cough, hahaha!"

One pass ten, ten pass a hundred.

A few soft laughs quickly spread like wildfire, burning away the monastery's thousand-year-old tranquility and solemnity.

The monks' hearty laughter echoed from every corner of the monastery, and the entire monastery was filled with a sea of joy.

This was the first time that the monastery, which had borne a heavy responsibility since its founding, was filled with such laughter.

……

Herbert managed to stop laughing, but a faint smile remained on his lips as he slowly walked toward the sanatorium where the two cardinals were recuperating.

He traveled smoothly without any obstacles, and the cultivators he encountered all bowed slightly to him to express their respect.

As Herbert's strength increased and the name "Godslayer" spread, his status in the monastery gradually became special.

He was once regarded as the future cardinal, and many people secretly recognized his potential and hoped that he would one day grow up and take over the position.

But no one expected that Herbert's growth would be so short, so short that it was even alarming.

It's like picking up a pen in advanced calculus class, and when you look up, the knowledge you could understand just moments before is completely incomprehensible.

They simply couldn't comprehend Herbert's aptitude, talent, and abilities.

But that doesn't matter; respect for the strong remains unchanged.

In fact, most of the monks in the monastery hoped that Herbert could go further and become stronger.

They could almost see Herbert donning the red robes, becoming the youngest new cardinal, or even further, becoming the new archbishop.

The old man has worked hard for too long, and it's time for a successor to take over the burden on his shoulders.

Of course, this was just wishful thinking on the part of the monks; Herbert could not possibly become the second archbishop as they imagined.

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

First of all, it was impossible for Herbert to be confined to one place for many years like an archbishop; he was not a recluse.

When jailers and prisoners are locked in the same place, but the prisoners eventually get their release while the jailers don't... then, is it the prisoners who are in jail, or the jailers?
Herbert refused this hopeless life sentence.

And, more importantly—he had no reason to take over.

Question: What exactly is the purpose of the Misty Monastery?

Answer: It exists to suppress the remains of a powerful evil god.

Question: Who is that evil god?
Answer: Nenasha.

So you want me to suppress my wife?

This is simply not... wait a minute, it seems like embezzlement is also a good option, isn't it?
The idea had barely formed when Herbert quickly suppressed it.

"No, no, this idea is too dangerous. We can't let it get so out of control."

"Herbert, Herbert, you've really changed. How could you become so arrogant and conceited?"

"If we win the fight, everything will be fine... But if I take over the position and ultimately lose, then I'll be the one going to jail."

Herbert felt a chill just thinking about the archbishop who usually stayed in the monastery feeling stifled.

"I don't want that kind of thing."

And when he stopped suppressing his thoughts, he arrived at his destination.

He stopped in front of the door, completely extinguishing his smile, adjusting his breathing to make his expression tense, his eyes full of concern.

After repeatedly confirming that his disguise was flawless, he finally raised his hand and knocked on the door.

dong dong.

Without waiting for a response from inside, Herbert pushed the door open and entered.

"Your Excellency the Chief Judge, Your Excellency the Knight Commander, I heard that you... the two of you, uh?"

As soon as he entered the room, before Herbert had even begun his performance, the feigned concern on his face froze, and he trembled violently.

"hiss!"

In his eyes, besides a tense-looking nun, there were two obese mummies sitting side by side in this small room.

The scene was so impactful that it almost caused him to break down in his carefully constructed composure.

"Uh, cough cough, what's going on here?"

Herbert, barely suppressing the urge to burst out laughing, asked the only nun who was able to stand.

"..."

The nun seemed to be in a bad mood. She gritted her teeth and then slowly said, "The Warden has given orders that no one is allowed to use divine magic for healing, nor is the use of any medicine for healing, so..."

Herbert blinked, sensing there might be more to the story, and tentatively asked, "...What exactly did she say?"

"Cough! Cough cough!" Seeing the nun cough loudly, Herbert quickly added, "It's alright, I'm here, you can speak freely."

With Herbert's guarantee, the nun, who was nearly driven mad with pent-up frustration, took a deep breath and slowly spoke.

"The warden said... no one is allowed to interfere with those two idiots. Since they want to fight, let them enjoy it!"

"In addition, the Watcher personally intervened and made their senses the same as ordinary people, no, even more sensitive than ordinary people... cough cough."

Herbert's eyes widened, shocked and sensing a sense of familiarity.

This... this technique looks familiar... uh, is it the Anti-Manin?

"Cough cough!"

After recklessly revealing this secret, the nun was already trying to escape and hurriedly said, "Lord Herbert, well, since you're here, I'll take my leave now."

"Oh, it's okay, I'll take care of them. You can come back later."

Herbert nodded, stepped aside, and let the nun walk away quickly with her head down.

After the nun had completely disappeared into the distance, and only the suppressed laughter could be faintly heard coming from the end of the corridor, Herbert withdrew his gaze and closed the door.

He looked at the two "mummies" who had turned their heads away and gave a helpless smile.

"You two, what are you doing?"

His response was, of course, an unbearable silence.

Neither of the two mummies spoke first, and an awkward silence filled the room—an awkward silence between them.

Herbert wasn't embarrassed at all; he was just there for the fun.

But staying silent like this isn't a good idea... there's nothing interesting to watch.

Herbert thought for a moment and decided to first sound out the judge, who was easier to talk to.

To break the silence, one cannot rely on ordinary greetings; that would be useless and not in Herbert's style.

Herbert decided to take things a step further, stabbing them in the back first and then helping to stop the bleeding.

"Your Honor, it's been a while. How have you been? Uh... you don't look so well. Are you perhaps too weak? Would you like me to prepare something to help you recover?"

"Humph!"

Sure enough, the tough guy, who had been strong all his life, couldn't stand such words of concern about his weak body, and immediately reacted by snorting angrily.

"What a joke! How could I be weak... Ouch!"

Then, as he opened his mouth, he aggravated all his injuries, and his bandaged body trembled involuntarily.

But a man who is proud and strong-willed will not cry out in pain. The judge clenched his teeth tightly, his face turning purple, and he barely managed to hold it in.

"Can you tell me what happened?"

Half a day later, the presiding judge stubbornly said:
"...It's nothing, nothing happened at all."

Are you also a green algae head?
Perhaps fearing Herbert might misunderstand, the judge added, "You just need to know that only through full-force, bone-crushing attacks can the will be conveyed, and ultimately, one can understand each other's thoughts!"

Seriously... what are you guys after?!

Why are you two old men getting so worked up?
Herbert expressed his incomprehension and was deeply shocked.

He thought for a moment, then turned to the other mummy and asked, "Knight Commander, do you have anything to say? Why were you fighting? Is there some hidden story behind this?"

The knight commander gave his answer without even turning his head; his reply was brief and forceful.

他说:

"Because he's an idiot."

This noble-born clergyman gave an overly blunt and vulgar reason.

Because he is an idiot.

The Knight Commander's reason... is truly beyond words.

Herbert thought about it and realized that if he encountered an idiot, there was indeed no way to resolve the situation except through violence.

However, it is clear that some people do not agree with this assessment.

The presiding judge certainly couldn't agree with that statement. Enraged, he endured the excruciating pain, struggled to turn his body, and began to unleash his attacks on the knight commander.

"What did you say?! This is slander! You're the one who's... hiss!"

To Herbert's surprise, the usually calm knight commander seemed to be caught up in the heat of the moment, and despite the pain, he turned around and began to exchange insults without fear.

"I'm slandering you? Ha! Aren't you the one who isn't?"

"I'm not!"

Caught in the middle, Herbert looked left and right, wanting to speak up to stop them, but he didn't know what to say, so he could only make a token attempt to stop them.

"Um... you two, please stop arguing. You're not going to kill anyone by arguing like this..."

In the end, he shut his mouth, put his hands in his pockets, and silently watched the two engage in a passionate exchange of insults.

He quietly activated the recording stone to capture this rare sight, while inwardly marveling at the moment.

So, is this your affectionate way of expressing love?

broken.

I'm starting to ship you two.

……

After a while, Herbert, having had his fill of amusement, finally forcibly separated the two and then came before the guard.

While sharing the exciting footage he had just recorded, he asked curiously, "So, what were those two fighting about?"

Ophidia scoffed as she watched the two good-for-nothing idiots arguing in the video, and said indifferently, "The two of them? Normal."

"In fact, I was quite surprised that they were able to stay quiet for decades."

"After becoming cardinals, they still endured for a while and didn't do anything too disgraceful."

Have they always been like this?

Herbert blinked, puzzled. "Then why aren't they holding back now? What's changed?"

"Why? Don't you know?"

Ophelia glanced at the bewildered Herbert and said with a sneer, "Of course it's because of you."

"Now that you have become a legend and will soon be promoted, you are naturally qualified to take over the position of cardinal."

Wait a minute, something's not right.

Herbert's eyes widened as he heard this, and he vaguely guessed a possibility.

"Wait, do you mean..."

Ophelia smiled, looked at the naive boy who had just been watching the drama unfold and thought he was unaffected, nodded, and slowly said:
"You guessed right, they challenged each other to a fight to determine a winner."

"The winner will let you take his place."

???

Herbert understood completely.

Then, he became extremely angry!

No, buddy!?
What happened to the promise of mutual understanding?

What happened to the promise of love and peace?

What happened to the promised showdown between men?!?
damn it.

I was wondering why you guys were fighting so fiercely...

So that's how you slack off!

The key question is, have you forgotten something?

What's my opinion?
Doesn't anyone care about my thoughts?

"I disagree!!!"