Diary of Guarding Monster Girls-Chapter 442 - 285 Patience is for eruption (4K, additional 90)_2

Chapter 442: 285 Patience is for eruption (4K, additional 90)_2

However, at this moment, that big bed is being occupied blatantly.

The Vampire Prince, having taken off her shoes, is lounging on it leisurely, her legs clad in white silk swinging back and forth.

She looked at Herbert appearing full of grandeur in public but like a salted fish in private, and disdainfully curled her lips.

"Hmph, I think everything you said is just an excuse to avoid responsibility."

"Hmm?"

Herbert opened his eyes, looked at the female demon sprawled on the bed, raised an eyebrow, and smiled, "What makes you say that?"

Seeing that Herbert showed no signs of anger, Eliza felt more confident and huffed:

"After making so many excuses, aren’t you just planning to leave them and do your own thing?"

"Since teleporting to the previous city, you’ve deftly found those merchants to trade for these carriages and cages."

"If you say you didn’t prepare in advance, I wouldn’t believe it!"

Ever since leaving the teleportation array, Herbert first had Cyril and the others wait while he led two monster girls into the Gray Domain area of the city.

As a follower, Eliza saw firsthand Herbert skillfully negotiating with the high-tier thief in charge, ultimately acquiring this entire set of slave caravan goods using just a few names.

This guy had plans all along!

"..."

After hearing Eliza’s speech, Svanni, who was sitting in the corner of the carriage reading, glanced at her deeply and shook her head slightly.

What are you talking about?

Of course, he had preparations.

He accepted the mission temporarily to take these people, not deciding on a whim to go into the Dark Territory.

In Svanni’s group’s original plan, Herbert was preparing to leverage the slave channels extracted by Kreti from the Frost Crystal nobles’ minds to enter the Dark Territory disguised as a wandering merchant with the slave caravan.

Now, it was simply a change of identity, from a follower to the owner of the caravan, which in essence, is no different.

"Haha, if that’s what you think, I can’t help it~"

Herbert laughed lightly and brushed off the topic with some smooth, low-pressure tactics.

Well, that’s exactly how things are, and there’s nothing to hide.

Herbert’s current plan is simple, with only one principle—the Protector’s duty is solely to ensure these people don’t end up dead, right?

When they reach near Malagas City, they will disperse Cyril and the others to undergo their training (and adventure on their own), while the three of them sneak into the city to assassinate Stella.

If everything goes smoothly, they can continue to leave under the guise of being Protectors with those they escorted...

If things don’t go smoothly, well, that’s also fine.

Even if they are discovered, they can voluntarily expose their "Mist Monastery Knight Order" identity, making pursuers believe they’ve encountered another batch of foolish Paladins looking to "purify the evil" in the Dark Territory.

Overall, although there are more cumbersome sidekicks, there is also an added layer of protection—some trustworthy partners to share the risk.

The plan is ready, and the first step is to successfully enter as a slave merchant.

Additionally, Herbert also attempted to contact that Holy Knight Squad he had mentioned to the Ashen Bishop earlier, leaving a marked sign at a specific location.

But the other party seemed to be absent temporarily, and after waiting for half a day, he stopped waiting.

"By the way, Herbert, ahem, I have something I want to ask you..."

"Hmm?"

The swaying Herbert turned back again at the words, and saw that the previously smug Vampire Miss now had flushed cheeks.

She occasionally glanced at Herbert, lowered her head, and awkwardly played with her fingers.

"You, you said before that, are you really going to be my male consort? Uh, no, I mean, are you going to play my male consort?"

Herbert: ?

Why bring this up again?

Have you not moved on from fantasy time?

"Yes, is there a problem?"

He felt it was amusing and nodded, adding, "To be more precise, a retainer, though there isn’t really much difference in essence."

No matter whether it’s a male consort or retainer, both need to remember that "the language of the steel wool is patience and wealth."

After receiving Herbert’s affirmative answer, Eliza was visibly excited, her eyes widening as she pursued further, "So! That means, during this period you’ll follow my orders?"

Oh?

Herbert raised an eyebrow, detecting some interesting implications.

It seems someone doesn’t want to always be the one being trampled, wants to flip the skies, huh.

Interesting.

"Yes."

Herbert nodded and smiled as he asked, "Do you have something you want me to do?"

"Hehe!"

Eliza wouldn’t reveal her true intentions at this moment, so she chuckled foolishly and shook her head, "Ahem, nothing, really nothing! You’ll know when the time comes!"

To conceal her true thoughts, Eliza rolled over and shrank into the blanket, covering her head with it to hide while giggling bizarrely to herself inside.

Herbert, just you wait!

When outside, I’ll make sure you properly become my male consort!

Hehehehe, you’ve got it coming, hehehehe...

She didn’t notice—once she pulled the blanket over her head, the other two in the carriage silently exchanged a glance.

"...Sigh." ×2

Both sighed quietly and looked at the embarrassing vampire shrinking in the blanket with pity.

This child is so naive, it’s pitiful!

She truly believes Herbert would obediently adhere to rules he set himself.

...

...

Slave Camp.

A mouthful of thick phlegm spit from the guard splattered and landed on the barely stationary slave cage, nearly hitting one of the slave’s faces.

If not for the slave coincidentally bending slightly with the jolt, the phlegm would have landed squarely in the middle of his forehead.

"...Tsk."

Cyril, lowering his head, his face twitching constantly, barely managed to suppress a burst of agitation.

Damn it.

Tolerance!

Although he still dislikes Herbert, he still thinks Herbert’s previous speech had some truth.

A moment of restraint is for better outburst later.

I’ll bear it!

And Cyril tolerated it, but unfortunately, someone didn’t want to let him be peaceful.

After scanning this batch of goods, the burly guard returned his gaze with disappointment.

Unfortunately, none of his favorite types were around.

However, though there were no must-have top picks, there were some types that might pass with slight compromise.

He looked at the robust Cyril, nodded with satisfaction, and beckoned with a finger.

"You, yes, you over there, don’t look away, just you! Were you looking down on me just now? Get out here for me!"

Cyril: ?

He looked up, saw the hefty man was pointing at him, and blinked.

Huh, me?

He picked me?

Cyril frowned, slowly stood up, and was about to walk to the cage’s edge when he suddenly paused.

He felt a chill running up his legs and stopping above his buttocks.

This strange, icy feeling made him clench his behind tightly.

Wait... something isn’t right!

I’m afraid?

Afraid of him?

Instinctive caution made Cyril squint his eyes, looking tensely at the burly man outside the cage.

This guy’s strength is estimated to be from Initial Tier to Middle Tier, nothing to be concerned about.

Although his physique is large, it’s insignificant in the face of absolute power.

Why is he looking at me like that?

Cyril’s hesitation was taken as uncertainty by his companion, who quietly advised, "Cyril, bear with it, we cannot be exposed now."

"Hang in there, endure a little."

Cyril slowly nodded, giving those worried about him a reassuring, mature smile.

"Don’t worry, I absolutely won’t be exposed."

Isn’t it just a whipping punishment?

Hehe.

I don’t think this guy’s whipping prowess is above the Punishment Nuns of the Judgement Hall!

...

On the third minute after Cyril left the cage.

A shrill scream came from inside the guard’s hut.

"Aaaah!!!"

And, a broken-hearted yell of defiance followed.

"I could give a damn!!"