Diary of Guarding Monster Girls-Chapter 458 - 293 The Witch Association’s Traces (5K)

"Huh? Why are you looking at me like that? Did I say something weird?"

Herbert grinned at Eliza, rubbed his fingers, and made a gesture of gold coins.

"Satisfied, then pay up."

"Not satisfied? Well, you still have to pay."

"Honest business, fair to all."

"Miss, you’ve admitted you’re satisfied, don’t think of skipping the bill, right?"

That’s the principle of it, but... this talk sounds rather cheeky, doesn’t it?

"Uh..."

Eliza blinked quickly, deliberating her choice of words, hesitantly hinting, "Your words sound a bit like those of... uh, certain ’pleasure-seekers’?"

As a civilized person, Eliza was at a slight disadvantage.

Her phrasing was less vulgar, substituting unspeakable professions with a small portion of a goddess’s followers.

Pleasure-seekers, a euphemism for the adherents of the God of Love, more inclined to represent those willing to sell their flesh for gain.

In other words, it’s... those who get it just get it.

"Oh ho? Miss Eliza, I didn’t realize you’re quite the dirty talker!"

Herbert squinted with laughter, casually sat down beside Eliza, tilting his head and asking, "Which part of me resembles the adherents of the God of Love? I don’t feel as free as they are."

Me, like the adherents of the God of Love?

Stop it.

"Not at all? I think I didn’t misspeak here?"

Miss Vampire was a bit unsure due to Herbert’s confident expression, initially wanting to give him something, but grew cautious midway, taking a closer look at him.

The nose, the eyes, the mouth, the aura... the more she looked, the more he resembled!

He was doing it on purpose before!

Although Herbert vehemently denied it, Eliza increasingly believed she wasn’t wrong.

This guy is exactly the type that easily catches the eye of the Goddess of Love.

And the Goddess of Love is quite a "heavyweight" Divine Spirit.

[God of Love and Joy, Betera]

As a mid-tier Divine Power deity with a rather "chaotic" style, the Goddess of Love enjoys freedom, especially the freedom of pleasure.

This love is mostly expressed in encouraging followers to pursue true love, regardless of race, gender, or status.

And as the adherents of the God of Love perfectly inherit this trait, each one is quite uninhibited when it comes to "physical contact."

This also gives some special professionals who end up selling their value for various reasons an excuse.

They borrow the name of the God of Love, or perhaps are shallow adherents, and as "pleasure-seekers," engage in short-lived high-intensity encounters with customers that require spending money and energy.

In a span of several hours or minutes, they enact poignant romances and farewells.

It’s worth mentioning, although the God of Love is free-spirited, they are not an evil deity.

Despite chaotic actions, they have a generally good-natured personality and take steps to protect love.

For instance, turning a count who uses wealth and power to force marriages into a rutting stag, and letting his hunting dogs chase him throughout the mating season.

Or making those who compel others into leprous creatures that can’t die.

Their followers mostly adhere to such behavior.

They have boundaries in major affairs but regularly engage in frivolous actions, pursuing excessive freedom in physical and mental pleasures.

Eliza’s words, with a slight twist, essentially called Herbert a major jerk.

Naturally, Herbert couldn’t acknowledge such a malicious assessment.

Can you say that? No way!

Words that don’t foster unity, you can’t utter them even if it kills you!

Even if it’s true, can you say that... No way, that’s not true at all!

That’s slander!

I’m all about pure love!

["Hey, is that really how you feel?"] asked a curious Harmonious God, leaning in.

Despite the ally’s backstabbing, Herbert remained unfazed, calmly ignoring it.

"Enough nonsense, if I say so, that’s what it is. Anyway, don’t interfere."

"Keep talking, and I won’t bother with you anymore."

["Alright, alright, as long as you’re happy~"]

After successfully "convincing" himself and his ally, Herbert nodded earnestly, "Exactly, my words were fine, it’s just that you were overthinking. Indeed, your mind is somewhat dirty."

Eliza:?

"Eh? Me?"

The dirty-minded person is me!? "

Eh, seriously?"

Herbert nodded, feigning indifference, "I don’t know what you’re thinking, but my previous words were actually asking you to hand over the treasures you found in that fake Legendary lair."

Before handing the tavern over to Eliza for her outburst, Herbert simply looted the wealth of a few merchants and then handed it all over to Fao to pave the way.

But in reality, that wasn’t all.

The merchants indeed brought quite a fortune, intending to stock up nicely in the Dark Territory.

But that wasn’t their entire fortunes; wealth is limited even for them.

And the real big gain from this camp was from that imposter Furious.

He had occupied this place for centuries, skimming off unknown layers of fat from the slave merchants.

"Oh, you’re talking about that?"

Eliza realized, finally knowing what Herbert meant, then decisively shook her head, "No money, if you want money, there’s definitely none left."

"Hmm?"

Herbert paused, surprisingly glancing at Eliza.

This guy really wants to keep it all?