Diary of Guarding Monster Girls-Chapter 441 - 285 Endurance is for the sake of eruption (4K, extra 90)

Chapter 441: 285 Endurance is for the sake of eruption (4K, extra 90)

"I know you want to train, want to prove yourselves in the Dark Territory, but don’t forget how dangerous it is here."

"This is not the Mist Mountains, even if you encounter danger and cry for help, no one will arrive in time."

Herbert looked at the group with varying expressions and said seriously:

"Don’t expect me to always protect you, I am just one person, I can’t guarantee to reach every one of you in time."

"You need to rely on and trust your companions beside you, and the strength gained from your own arduous training."

"Only relying on yourselves is the true training."

"Otherwise, you are just fledglings under the wings of a mother eagle!"

After Herbert finished speaking, everyone fell silent for a while, they were all pondering over Herbert’s words.

Clearly, these are tall and empty slogans you hear everywhere, yet they couldn’t help but feel that Herbert’s words were—damn reasonable!

Indeed.

If we only rely on him, have we ever truly faced danger?

Seeing them deep in thought, as the situation seemed to reach a turning point, Herbert decided to add fuel to the fire.

Herbert spoke again, this time with even more encouragement in his tone.

"I know you detest the chains on your hands, thinking they are a humiliation to you, a desecration to warriors."

"But think carefully, is this really a shackle for you?"

As Herbert questioned, he also put on a set of chains himself—thicker than everyone’s chains.

Click.

After the clasp was securely fastened, Herbert casually tossed the key aside.

Then, before the key hit the ground, Herbert easily exerted force with his hands, breaking it effortlessly in front of everyone’s shocked gaze.

Click!

"...What?" An exclamation escaping from a mouth represented most people’s thoughts at the moment.

How is this possible!

They know Herbert is strong, one of the few among them who stepped into High Tier strength.

And being appointed as a Protector by the Rusted Nail Bishop surely indicates some special qualities.

However, they never expected this seemingly gentle, even somewhat frail and scholarly young man to have such a powerful physique.

This power, this strong physical quality... is this truly what a noble’s disciple should possess?

Breaking chains with bare hands, is this really something you should be doing?

Isn’t this something Cyril, that brute should be doing!?

Indeed, Cyril was the most shocked among everyone at the moment.

Others might not know how much strength is needed to break chains directly, but he not only has innate Divine Power, but as the son of a Blacksmith, understands metal properties the best.

These chains, to prevent slaves from escaping, are all made from the finest wrought iron, extremely hard!

And the chains on Cyril’s hands are sturdy, but as long as he tries, he can break them at a specific angle directly.

Forcing a break, it would be straining, but not impossible, just that his wrists would get hurt and skin would be scratched.

But the chain on Herbert’s hands... that color, clearly mixed with more precious Magic Metal!

In terms of strength, in terms of toughness, all surpass everyone’s chains.

Yet, such a chain didn’t last two seconds in Herbert’s hands.

More than Herbert’s strength, he was astonished at the toughness of Herbert’s wrist.

That wrist which looks fair and flawless, didn’t leave a single scar, not even a scratch mark.

How, how is this possible!!?

Either, that chain had some trick, merely a fake in appearance.

Or it means Herbert’s physical strength far surpasses the alloy...

Observing everyone’s expressions, Herbert smiled satisfactorily and said, "These shackles can’t trap a true blade, right?"

Without needing Cyril and those who doubted to come check, he proactively threw the broken chain in front of them.

Snap.

After doing this casually, appearing unconcerned, he continued loudly:

"You won’t be trapped by such mundane iron, your body won’t, your soul won’t, your will won’t!"

"Remember, temporary endurance is not humiliation, it’s all for better executing justice later."

"Remember, the Mist Ghost Wolf only reveals itself when biting its prey."

"Currently, we are the Mist Ghost Wolf hidden in thick fog, those evil ones are our prey."

Speaking passionately, Herbert raised his right hand high, forcefully clasped his four fingers together, then... slightly lowered his hand, tightly clenched his fist, and pounded his chest.

"Everything we do, every endurance, every restraint, is to drive the blade deeper!"

"Everything—all for justice!"

After completing the impassioned motivational speech, Herbert left the staring crowd behind, turned gracefully back into the carriage.

Upon entering the secret space isolated by Magic, Herbert sighed slightly.

"Hah, almost made a mistake there... seriously, I’m not even out of the rankings."

Herbert lamented, then plopped down onto his rocking chair, serenely rocking.

Daddy’s daddy, what’s he called? Daddy’s daddy, called grandpa~

Squeak, squeak.

The space within the carriage was expanded four times by special runes engraved by Svanni, enough for Herbert to mess around inside as he pleased.

Such a large place, just right for putting some things that shouldn’t be here, such as—a luxurious large bed fit for four or five people to sleep in together.