Diary of Guarding Monster Girls-Chapter 432 - 280 A group of 3 people having 4 dialogues is quite normal, isn’t it? (Happy New Year!)_3

Chapter 432: 280 A group of 3 people having 4 dialogues is quite normal, isn’t it? (Happy New Year!)_3

"Why do we have to follow his orders!!?"

"Your Excellency! I really don’t understand!"

"He’s just a vampire squeezing the commoners dry with his family’s influence, not worth trusting at all!"

"No, I absolutely refuse!"

"Your Excellency! Regarding your instructions this time, please forgive me for not being able to accept them!"

That was a rather young-sounding voice, righteously confronting authority, rebelling against unjust treatment—seemed like that was the plot.

Herbert blinked and turned to the vampire lady, smiling, "Hey, Eliza, he’s calling you a vampire~"

Eliza rolled her eyes, sneering, "Ha! He’s clearly talking about you!"

Who doesn’t hear that it’s actually criticizing you, the noble scion.

What are you pretending for!

Of course Herbert could guess that the "vampire" they were talking about referred to him.

He just couldn’t figure out why the other party held such a grudge against him?

I shouldn’t have made enemies with others in the monastery, right?

...

"Your Excellency, please understand!"

In the training ground of the Knight Order, Cyril was bravely expressing his thoughts to the Rusted Nail Bishop.

He was unwilling to follow that person’s command.

He couldn’t accept it!

And facing Cyril’s defiance, the Rusted Nail Bishop’s expression remained unchanged, indifferent as usual.

"..."

But he did not stop the somewhat offensive actions of the other party.

The Mist Monastery is neither an evil power nor part of the Divine Spirit Church; although there’s a distinction in hierarchy among cultivators, there’s no need for strict adherence to this hierarchy among different cultivators.

As long as you show the basic respect for others in daily life.

Around Cyril, besides the training paladins, there were also some cultivators, all looking at his performance with differing expressions.

Some were watching the show, some were worried, and some sneered... Cyril didn’t care what they thought.

As a blacksmith’s son, Cyril was oppressed for too long by the nobles in his hometown before coming to the monastery, and he utterly loathed these so-called noble people.

In normal times, he could tolerate not clashing with Herbert, not making trouble actively.

But if they wanted him to obey the other party—he simply couldn’t accept it!

"Your Excellency, I believe you can understand my thoughts, that’s just a... hmm?"

Suddenly, Cyril vaguely sensed something amiss.

The eyes of the people around him were quite playful and teasing, especially that chatterbox Waro, who was grinning widely in silent mockery.

Gulp.

At this moment, Cyril swallowed, his body involuntarily becoming stiff.

He noticed the varying gazes from behind.

Praise, indifference, embarrassment, and... amusement.

Eliza was so surprised she nearly applauded Cyril.

This boy, you’re so brave, even I wouldn’t dare to curse him like this!

Curse a bit more, I love hearing it!

Svanni showed no reaction, her gaze crossing over Cyril to fall on the Rusted Nail Bishop, her eyes under the hood tightly fixed on those rusty rivets, as if there was some secret among them.

As for Fao, being Cyril’s friend, he bowed his head in shame.

As for the person being cursed...

"Why stop? Go on and finish, I’m also a bit curious about what kind of person I am in everyone’s mouth."

Herbert smiled, patting the shoulder of this young cultivator who looked similar in age to him.

As he passed Cyril, he chuckled, "By the way, I’ll give you a friendly piece of advice, you can take it or leave it."

"It’s best not to comment about others behind their back, or else, if it gets overheard, it could be quite embarrassing... Of course, I don’t mind, haha."

Once Herbert’s hand left his shoulder, Cyril instinctively raised his hand to brush off his shoulder, as if disdainful of being touched by him.

"Don’t touch me!"

Herbert heard the somewhat out-of-control low roar from behind, squinting with a smile but not turning back.

"Hehe."

He walked up to the people, bowing to the always cold-faced Rusted Nail Bishop.

Then, he directly asked, "Your Excellency, did you summon me for any instructions?"

Herbert smiled and leisurely uttered soul-piercing words that made Cyril’s expression twist.

"Rest assured, unlike this fellow, I... am quite willing to command him."