Diary of Guarding Monster Girls-Chapter 449 - 288 Let me perform a show for you (4.2K)_2

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Chapter 449: 288 Let me perform a show for you (4.2K)_2

Let them be unsure of the reality, that’s the best strategy.

When everyone’s attention is drawn to the "Mist Holy Knight Order," it becomes easier for him to pull off something big in secret.

Diversion tactic.

At the same time, it’s also a preliminary preparation, laying the groundwork for their "sudden appearance" later.

Excellent, the plan is becoming more complete.

"Besides, this isn’t really exposing ourselves."

Herbert said with a sly smile, "As long as we kill everyone who sees us, we won’t be exposed, right?"

Who could say "Unparalleled mowing" doesn’t count as a "perfect infiltration"?

It absolutely counts!

"Oh, oh oh..." Eliza was overwhelmed by Herbert’s confident demeanor and nodded in utter bewilderment.

Although she wasn’t sure if Herbert was right, she felt it was probably trustworthy.

After all, he seemed so confident.

"So, I can get started, right? I’m really going to do it!"

Once she was sure she could act, Eliza grew increasingly excited.

She wasn’t particularly fond of killing, didn’t have a special interest in taking lives—but she did love watching the blood bloom like flowers on others.

"Go ahead."

Herbert waved his hand, letting the increasingly ravenous Vampire lady handle it herself.

Before she started, he added another note: "Right, don’t forget we’re acting under the name of the Monastery this time, so mind your manners."

"Got it, got it, I’ll be sure to, hmm?" Eliza half-replied, then turned back, confused.

?

"What do you mean? Mind what?"

What?

Didn’t you just tell me to kill them all!?

Now you’re telling me to be mindful?

You’re messing with me!

"Sigh, you really don’t get it, do you?"

Herbert shook his head helplessly and explained softly, "I mean, clean up after yourself, don’t leave bits and pieces everywhere for others to see."

Paladins destroying criminals’ dens is normal.

Killing is also normal, given those people were heinous criminals.

However, torture is not allowed.

Paladins can’t take pleasure in torture—at least not publicly, it can be left to professionals at the Judgement Hall.

After thinking about it, Herbert pushed Eliza back and stood up himself.

"Forget it, you’d better wait a bit before you act."

Eliza: ???

Damn Paladin, are you messing with me again?

Stopped multiple times, Eliza was visibly unhappy, her tone carrying a trace of resentment: "Now what?"

"Don’t think just because of that chain you can order me around! I’m not just any woman... huh!!?"

Eliza was complaining when she suddenly felt the chain around her neck tighten silently, her whole body froze in place.

Damn it!

"Mmm—mm!"

She thought to herself it was not good, then watched as Herbert leaned down and gently sealed her lips.

Punishing the disobedient little Vampire, Herbert laughed and pinched her cheek, lightly tapping the tip of his finger on her lip.

"Behave, that’s an order from your master."

After speaking, Herbert left his seat and walked toward the crowd.

He had stopped Eliza not to tease her, but because he remembered something critically important.

"I really am not much of a proper Paladin, nearly forgot the most crucial step."

Herbert mocked himself, walking to the center of the tavern under the curious eyes of the others, and spoke aloud: "Everyone, please look at me!"

The slave merchants in the tavern had long since noticed this outrageously handsome attendant, countless greedy eyes appraising goods rested on the young boy.

Herbert ignored this malice, raised his glass to gesture to everyone, and smiled, "Did everyone have a good time drinking tonight?"

The tavern went silent for a moment, then soon erupted with whistles and clamors.

"Haha, not yet!"

"Without a show, how can it be satisfying? Hahaha!"

"If you ask me, why not put on a performance yourselves?"

"Old Sean’s right! Perform something!"

"Young man, are you going to buy everyone a drink?"

"One drink’s not enough! We want a show!"

...

The atmosphere in the tavern reached a climax, the raucous calls almost shaking the chandelier above.

"...Hehe."

Feeling the malice rushing towards him, Herbert chuckled repeatedly, licking his lips excitedly.

He knew very well what these people truly wanted.

More than a glass of wine, they wanted to turn the mysterious lady and himself, her white-haired attendant, into their merchandise.

No, perhaps even into private collectibles.

As for the so-called show, it was all the more intriguing.

However, fortunately, Herbert’s original intention was not to invite them to drink and celebrate.

"Indeed, ignorant and fearless fools are often the most greedy."

He shook his head in contemplation, downed the wine in his glass in one go, and casually tossed the glass aside.

"You all are right; offering just one glass of wine is too petty. How can that satisfy everyone?"

"Since everyone is so eager to see a show, let me perform a special act for you."

Seeing Herbert so agreeable, the merchants became even more excited. Many exchanged glances secretly and revealed lewd smiles.

"Good, good, good!"

"Hurry up and perform!"

"If it’s not good enough, you better perform another one!"

They had already thought out the next steps, preparing to conspire against this naive newcomer.

Step by step, they would gradually force out that lady.

By that time, hehehe...

Herbert quietly watched those people’s small actions, a confident smile curling up on his lips as he made a declaration full of confidence.

"Rest assured, you will all be satisfied; there won’t be a single negative review."

"Also, my name is Herbert, and I ask you all to remember my name."

After speaking, Herbert even slightly bowed, his demeanor exceedingly sincere and proper.

However, a rather excited fat merchant was not convinced, laughing loudly as he said, "What’s the use of remembering you? Stop talking nonsense and perform already! Then tell us your master’s name! Hahaha!"

He laughed, his whole body trembling with fat, like a breathing mountain of flesh.

"Hahaha... Gah!!?" 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

But soon, he couldn’t laugh; his laughter got stuck in his throat as if someone were choking him.

Just a moment ago, he saw Herbert’s eyes—those smiling, narrowed eyes that appeared gentle but were actually devoid of emotion, pale-colored eyes.

Herbert glanced at the frozen merchant, shook his head with a faint smile, "No use? No, no, no, it’s very useful because..."

Herbert showed the most delightful smile, his gentle voice slithered into everyone’s ears like a venomous snake.

"When you awaken in the Abyss, every moment, you’ll remember the last scene, replaying my face over and over in your mind."

What?

Among the slave merchants, there were some smart individuals who sensed something was wrong in that instant.

Danger.

It seemed that a great danger was about to descend.

"...What do you mean?"

Herbert’s smile grew brighter, and he shook his head slightly with some compassion, "Don’t understand? Don’t rush, you’ll know after I finish my performance."

After speaking, he bowed slightly to everyone in the tavern and then raised his right hand.

"Now, allow me to perform a small trick for you."

"I hope..."

"You will like it."

With a flick of his finger.

Pa.

Accompanied by a light snap of fingers, golden light radiated outwards from him like ripples, instantly coating everything in a layer of golden glow.

Buzz—

The moment the magic took effect, the originally noisy tavern seemed to have been put on pause.

When that seemingly harmless golden light swept across, some of the slave merchants’ expressions changed.

Baffled, confused... Fearful, crazy!!!

They thought of a name.

And some who were slower to react soon realized what had happened.

The chubby middle-aged merchant who reacted first, his fatty face trembling, stared wide-eyed in horror.

"Ah!!!"

He let out a shrill scream, the sound sharp and piercing, breaking the brief silence.

The wine cup in his hand dropped to the ground with a "clink," the spilled wine soaking his expensive robe, and his terrified fat face reflected in the shattered fragments.

"What the hell is this!?"

Then, some slave merchants suddenly felt an inexplicable stabbing pain as if something had penetrated their souls.

Finally, they understood what trick Herbert had performed.

"Detect Evil!!?"