Diary of Guarding Monster Girls-Chapter 456 - 292 "Identity" (4.2K)

Fao: Huh?

I can’t take this!

This this... this is!!?

At this moment, Fao’s mind was very confused.

As a Paladin hoping to follow Herbert, he really wanted to accept the items bestowed by Herbert, but this thing... it can’t be a ring.

This item holds a special meaning!

As a staunch traditionalist, Fao, who is traditional in all aspects, still couldn’t accept this gift.

"Lord, I, uh, you... I can’t!"

Fao took a deep breath and struggled to speak, "Lord, this really can’t be done!"

Due to the previous impression, Herbert didn’t think of Fao’s panic in any outrageous direction, only assuming he didn’t want to take something so valuable.

So Herbert winked playfully and said with a smile, "Take it, don’t refuse, it’s just a matter of identity."

But Fao, who was already overthinking, panicked even more after hearing that.

Eh?

Identity?

No, no, no.

There’s no need for identity!

Fao had heard before about the nobles’特殊癖好, some liked the opposite sex, some liked the same sex, and some liked both...

Those hobbies, he couldn’t even comprehend, let alone respect.

"Lord, uh, this... this really won’t work!"

Fao, while respecting Herbert greatly, still found this request difficult to accept.

Traditionalist Paladins aren’t into that!

And just as Fao was about to clarify things, Herbert’s words drifted over.

"To settle these people, you need not only firm faith and sufficient strength, but also a convenient identity."

"This area is the outskirts of the Dark Territory, and most forces here belong to the Evil Faction."

Herbert said lightly, "The Monastery’s identity is temporarily inconvenient to expose, even if it’s really used, some people may not acknowledge it... but a noble’s identity is different."

"Nobles have money, and few evil forces would refuse money."

What is the meaning of the existence of evil forces?

Some are the claws nurtured by the Evil God in the Mortal Realm, needing to realize their small intentions secretly.

Others are purely gathered to vent their dark desires, huddling together to withstand the Justice Faction’s hunting.

But for most evil forces, their most important task is only one — making money.

Making money! Making money! It’s still about making money!

They earn profits using various dark means, and then spend the profits to further strengthen themselves, so they can earn more profits... repeating the cycle.

The world isn’t just black and white.

It’s not like people belonging to the Justice and Evil Factions will start smashing each other’s brains out upon meeting — except for those high-ranking Paladins.

Even pure justice might have moments where they turn a blind eye for special reasons.

To take a step back, even if Fao and his team were exposed, it wouldn’t matter, as long as they’re paying!

Paladins are indeed thorns in the evil forces’ eyes, but as long as the money is right, they’d be happy to pretend nothing happened.

As long as you understand the Evil Faction’s rules and operational logic, they’re actually pretty easy to "get along with."

And the ring Herbert gave Fao symbolizes his personal identity, representing a Duke’s Son.

There’s no need to worry about anyone doubting the authenticity of the ring or emblem due to their unfamiliarity with the small Frost Crystal Kingdom; the Evil Faction has its own ways to verify. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Appearing as an "escort of a Duke’s Son," and paving the way with gold coins, many things can be easily resolved.

"As for strength, with the five of you there, they probably won’t act rashly."

Fao and his team are a High Tier squad, as long as they don’t encounter anything Legendary, many situations can be easily dealt with.

"Holding this ring will save you from many troubles, so... huh? Why are you daydreaming?"

After explaining, Herbert was about to say something else when he suddenly raised his eyebrows.

The clueless-looking Fao was looking up at the sky, lips slightly moving, seemingly muttering something.

Not understood?

Well, to someone like Fao, who comes from a civilian background, these twists and turns are indeed a bit complex.

Herbert sensibly forgave him.

However, while Fao was indeed confused, it was actually for another reason.

Fao: Identity?

Oh, so it’s this identity!

Oh!

I thought it was some identity... cough!

"Cough cough!"

Fao coughed laboriously to clear his throat, then forcefully nodded as if there was nothing amiss, saying seriously:

"I see, so this is your consideration, I understand now."

Because of Fao’s usual seriousness, others didn’t think much of it, only assuming he genuinely didn’t want to accept help.

Only Waro, who was slightly familiar with Fao’s rigid personality, furrowed his brow, vaguely sensing something.

But the loud-mouthed Waro kept a tight expression, gritted his teeth, and swallowed all his suspicions.

No, nothing can be said now!

Laughing out loud now would be disastrous... oops, cough cough!

"Hmm?"

Herbert keenly detected something amiss, noticing Fao’s unease and Waro’s stifled laughter.

What are these two up to?

However, since there were more pressing matters to attend to, Herbert didn’t delve further into it.

Fao, having returned to normal at this point, inquired about another detail he was concerned about.

"However, my lord, if you give us this ring, wouldn’t your identity be..."

This way, they were safe, but the risk was transferred to Herbert.

These hundreds of slaves being sent to the Dark Territory were carefully selected, they are property of the slave caravan, backed by various slave guilds.