Diary of Guarding Monster Girls-Chapter 436 - 282 I’ll just do it! (Asking for votes at the beginning of the month!)_2

Chapter 436: 282 I’ll just do it! (Asking for votes at the beginning of the month!)_2

Especially those individuals who have connections to the Evil Domain, they are even more reluctant to have Paladins appear.

It can only be said that their suffering matches their mindset.

Therefore, Paladins often need to disguise their identities to better complete their tasks.

In such situations, disguising as commoners, refugees, or slaves was a common affair.

But the current situation is entirely different.

Herbert’s arrangement was seen by Cyril as a blatant humiliation!

He himself could only play the role of a lowly slave, while the other party was to disguise as the Slave Merchant who enslaved him.

If this isn’t an insult, what is?

He glared at Herbert, gritting his teeth, saying, "You’re making us into slaves and preparing yourself to become this Slave Merchant, is that right!?"

But in fact, Cyril wasn’t the only one who thought this way about the current situation.

Because of Cyril’s previous resistance, some people also started to ponder Herbert’s identity, and unknowingly, a seed of suspicion was planted in their minds.

Once those tinted glasses of preconception were put on, everything appeared as discrimination.

Naturally, when Cyril pointed out this contradiction, a subtle change appeared in the scene, and some people also looked at Herbert with suspicion.

Could he really think this way?

As for the fury and others’ suspicions, Herbert appeared quite composed.

No one noticed that after Cyril’s outburst, a hint of a smile flickered in Herbert’s eyes.

Oh, finally took the bait.

While Cyril was venting his emotions, Herbert stood with his hands behind his back, smiling as he quietly watched him, and only when Cyril finally started to breathe calmly did Herbert gently shake his head.

"Lord Cyril, I don’t understand why you need to be so agitated and even see this arrangement as an insult to you?"

Herbert’s gaze contained a slight sadness of being misunderstood and a perplexity towards Cyril’s behavior.

Cyril, still in anger, suddenly felt a twinge of uneasiness at this expression.

Wait, something seems amiss?

He was just wondering when he heard Herbert’s next words.

The white-haired noble-born youth, with clear eyes, asked the question that left everyone speechless.

"According to what you say... you think playing a slave is humiliating? And playing a Slave Merchant is an honor?"

In that instant, everyone suddenly realized that this was indeed the case. The role of a Slave Merchant was also just a disguise after all.

What Herbert said, it seems there’s not a flaw in it!

Herbert gazed at Cyril, whose expression had suddenly gone rigid, and sighed regretfully, "Cyril, if you keep speaking like this, I’ll have to question your conviction."

Cyril: !!?

Me, huh? Ah?

Right? No, no, no!

"No, I’m not..."

Cyril wanted to explain, but Herbert didn’t give him that chance, continuing, "Do you actually think I want to be the leader of this Slave Caravan?"

Herbert fixed his gaze on Cyril’s increasingly baffled eyes, speaking in a deep voice:

"Do you think becoming a filthy, evil Slave Merchant is an honorable thing? Aren’t I enduring this humiliation just like you!!?"

"Why do I play the Slave Merchant? Because my noble background makes me more familiar with their behaviors, rather than, as you think, wanting to ’enjoy’ that feeling of lording over others!"

"So, tell me, if not me, a former noble, who else is suitable for this role?"

"Who in your eyes is more fitting for this evil, filthy, base role!"

"Is it you? Or someone else?"

"Speak."

In this way, Herbert’s scheme succeeded.

Step by step, he led Cyril into the trap he had set.

If Cyril obediently chose to comply, then everything would be fine.

But if he chose to resist... then from the moment he spoke, he had nowhere to retreat.

If you have complaints, if you have doubts, sure, you can bring them up.

And after bringing them up, what is your solution?

As cultivators devoted to justice, who would be more willing to become such a role?

"..."

Cyril stood awkwardly in place, realizing the problem—he raised an issue, but he had no solution to offer.

Choice?

Where would I find someone for this choice?

In the silence, Cyril felt the gaze of others, those who had previously somewhat agreed with him now also became filled with doubt.

At this moment, more than anger, Cyril felt powerless.

"..."

The scene remained silent for a while until an impatient voice broke the stalemate.

"Tsk, are we going or not? What’s there to argue about?"

Eliza’s disdainful snort redirected everyone’s attention to her.

Under everyone’s gaze, her crimson eyes were full of scorn as she sneered, "It’s just a Slave Merchant, you humans are truly hypocritical. I really don’t understand what you’re dithering about."

"Since none of you are willing, then I’ll do it!" 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

I’ll do it, is that so hard?

Eliza’s intention wasn’t really to become the Slave Merchant; she just thought these people were too indecisive.

In an instant, Eliza’s aura as a Legendary Vampire indeed overwhelmed everyone.

Her arrogance, strength, and mystery were deeply engraved in the eyes of others.

Sadly, as is the case with all who show off—Eliza’s grandeur didn’t last beyond three seconds.

"Hmm?"

Soon, Eliza realized something—it wasn’t just any place here.

It was the Mist Monastery.

The Mist Monastery, gathering a group of pyromania enthusiasts.

Moreover, this bunch in front of her wasn’t any holy men or women.

"Humans? It’s... the Alien Race?"

"Alien Race prisoner?"

Once they realized Eliza’s "alien" identity, almost all the cultivators present placed their hands on their weapons.

Click.

Clang.

Hiss.

The sound of various weapons being unsheathed and unlocked was incessant, making Eliza silently swallow hard.

She saw in their eyes the burning desire to eradicate evil.

Of course, Eliza wasn’t afraid of these "weaklings" whose strengths were at mid to high tier, but again... never forget what kind of place this is.

This is the Mist Monastery!

If you defeat the young ones, the old ones will surely come out.

If the earliest ones are provoked, then... well, haha.

"Hiss..."

Just as Eliza awkwardly wanted to hide behind Herbert for cover, the very person who usually loved to humiliate her took the initiative to step out and stood in front of her.

Eliza: ?

The Vampire lady looked with confusion at the youth standing ahead of her.

What do you want to do?

After noticing her puzzled gaze, Herbert slightly turned his head and gave her a soft smile.

Then, Herbert turned to face the others and said with a smile, "I do think Eliza has made a fine suggestion."

"Indeed, since no one wants to take on this evil role, why not let Eliza, who is inherently evil, take it on."

"In this way, we won’t have to be troubled. What do you all think?"

Initially, everyone was still troubled by Eliza’s identity, but after hearing Herbert’s words, they unconsciously started to think.

Hey, not to mention, but you’re right.

It seems this indeed resolves the issue if Eliza becomes the Slave Merchant.

Seeing everyone nod slightly, Herbert smiled contentedly and continued, "Then, my new identity is as the consort of the caravan’s owner."

At this moment, everyone felt as though their brains short-circuited.

Huh?

Everyone: ???

At this moment, everyone doubted their own ears.

Even Svanni, who had been daydreaming, was stunned as she glanced at Herbert’s profile.

What’s this gentleman up to now?

As the "person involved," Eliza was even more dumbfounded.

Consort? Whose consort... ah!

Mine?

Ah!!?