Diary of Guarding Monster Girls-Chapter 443 - 286 This isn’t right, is it!? (4.4K, first update)

Chapter 443: 286 This isn’t right, is it!? (4.4K, first update)

"Ahhhhhh!!!"

Cyril felt unclean.

Before entering that small room, when he was suspended and harshly whipped by that guy, he pretended to look in pain, but thought of many things.

Pain, he could endure.

Isn’t it just about endurance?

I endure.

No matter how abominable the torture, Cyril would endure it silently.

He wanted to prove to Herbert that he was no worse than him!

Even if he was somewhat weaker in strength, in terms of willpower, he was definitely not worse!

Absolutely!

And then...

Cyril regretted it.

Bitterly regretted!

At the beginning, everything was developing just as the script he anticipated in his mind.

After the whipping, the man would take him to the interrogation room to continue the abuse.

The burly guard was merely a sadistic maniac who delighted in torturing slaves, nothing to fear.

When the other let him kneel with his eyes closed, he guessed the man would sneak whip him from behind.

Cyril had already seen through it; the other was the kind who derived excitement from the fear of others.

But it didn’t matter, such an evil one was nothing intimidating.

Mere pain, Cyril could completely endure.

However, he never imagined what would happen next at that time.

The man did indeed whip him as he had thought.

But it wasn’t with a leather whip, nor an iron one, but with a whip made of flesh!

Even damn it had some warmth!

Snap.

The moment the flesh whip made contact with his back, Cyril alertly sensed something amiss.

No.

As someone who frequently introspected, the weapon master Cyril instantly realized what the thing behind him was.

Something unforgettable.

This, this is... hiss!?

Ahhhhh!

"Urgh..."

Just thinking about the bizarre feeling coming from behind back then made Cyril want to vomit.

Tensed.

His fist tensed!

But even so, he still endured.

Perhaps, just endure a little more and it will pass.

For everything after, endure a little more...

Hearing those cheesy words and feeling that stinking breath, Cyril could no longer endure.

He shattered the shackles, turned, and threw a punch with all his might, breaking through!

Snap... Squish.

Amidst the sorrow of eggs, Cyril’s punch shattered the key that wanted to intrude his keyhole... cough.

Endure?

No more endurance!

This time, no matter what, no more endurance!

I endure your ****!!!

Naturally short-tempered Cyril was irrepressible, after smashing the pervert’s small head with a punch, he didn’t stop and immediately shattered the other’s big head with a punch.

Snap.

Like crushing berries, after manually splitting the other’s skull, he didn’t stop but frantically dashed out of the room.

"Ahhhhhh!!!"

He tore off the shredded clothes, howling to the sky under everyone’s gaze, tears streaming down his face.

"Justice ah!"

Under the bewildered gaze of everyone in the Monastery, Cyril held his head and cried bitterly, shouting in grievance.

"Justice ahhhh!!!"

Damn fate!

"Why do you treat me like this!?"

"This isn’t right!!!"

...

...

"This isn’t right!?"

"Hmm? What’s the matter, madam?"

Shortly before Cyril broke down, on the other side of the camp, the atmosphere inside the tavern where the slave merchants were was heated.

The prison where the slaves stayed was cold, dirty, and disordered, but here, it was a completely opposite scene.

The eye was filled with luxurious decorations, entire tiger Demon skins were made into carpets, covering the entire floor.

The walls were hung with a variety of head specimens, some large Demons, some rare animals, there was even a broken dragon tooth.

But more were the heads of various slaves, some human, others from other Alien Races, all processed and nailed onto the walls.

Servants of outstanding beauty and scant clothing coquettishly moved among the tables, occasionally brushing their skin against the merchants’ hands deliberately placed on the table edge.

The glow of the crystal chandelier enshrouded like a web, the refracted spots danced back and forth on the maids’ bare backs, attracting the merchants’ gaze.

And if some maids met eyes with a merchant, there’s even a private room on the second floor specifically for their pleasure.

In terms of decadence, this place might surpass even the Royal Palace of the Frost Crystal Kingdom!

Yet here, it’s merely a transit camp for the slave trade.

Luxurious, yet everywhere reveals undisguised evil and corruption.

This is a never-resting nest of sin, a dark hall built by blood and desire.

"Hmph, you’re asking me?"

In the tavern’s corner, the "slave merchant" Eliza, half of her face covered with black gauze, bit her lip and glared fiercely at Herbert.

You still have the nerve to ask me?

"What’s wrong? Don’t you like it here? Doesn’t it fit your vibe?"

"Nonsense!"

Eliza snorted, glared even more angrily at the young man, and said through gritted teeth, "Do you think I’m suited to a lousy place full of bugs like this?"

She indeed came from evil, but her class was far above these people!

Do you look down on me?

And facing her angry glare, Herbert smiled politely, shook his head slightly, sat next to her, turned his head, and said with a smile, "Or does the scene here scare you?"

Herbert blinked at her, shook the glass with red liquid—this place truly deserved to be the gathering place for the Gray Domain, it even had the Dark Elf-specialized Blood Wine.