Diary of Guarding Monster Girls-Chapter 459 - 293 The Witch Association’s Traces (5K)_2

So you’ve learned to fight back.

This is truly... impressive!

However, this time, Herbert really can’t let her get away with secretly taking it for herself.

Eliza, do I really have to punish you?

While Herbert was contemplating how to make Eliza understand who the master is, the Vampire lady, oblivious to the "danger," continued:

"There were no gold coins or jewels in the underground chamber; it seems that guy has been stuck at the High Tier for a long time, turning all his wealth into resources for a breakthrough."

Pseudo-Legendary?

In someone as strong as Eliza’s eyes, this man-made pseudo-concept simply doesn’t exist.

To her, that guy was just a slightly stronger High Tier Demon Race warrior.

Talking about this, she couldn’t help but sneer: "But he really has no brains. I don’t know who misled him, but he actually wanted to advance using such a foolish method. Truly an ignorant fool."

Herbert saw Eliza’s disdain and blinked with curiosity: "So, what exactly did he do?"

Heh.

The Vampire lady chuckled disdainfully: "He filled the chamber with all sorts of demon materials, from the Initial Tier, Middle Tier, High Tier, to even broken horns of a Legendary Flame Demon!"

"That idiot seems to plan to use such materials to create a perfect demon bloodline, thus breaking through... ha, what a dreamer."

At this, Herbert fully understood.

Wow, that Gorn truly dares to dream.

The perfect demon bloodline, a fantasy-like lineage even the most powerful Demon Lords in the Abyss don’t dare to desire.

And he, a mere non-Legendary wannabe, dares to dream!

Herbert stroked his chin and murmured, "So, it means he wants to step into the Legendary, spending all his savings to buy these materials at a high price."

"That’s likely it."

Eliza nodded and asked, "I didn’t take any of those things; they’re all left underground. Do you want me to fetch them?"

Though the demon materials could be exchanged for money, they were useless to Eliza, so she didn’t even touch them, disdainfully leaving them underground.

Demon materials are indeed expensive, and their taboo nature keeps their black market prices high due to the rarity of acquisition channels.

To obtain demon materials, one would either personally venture to the Abyss to hunt or summon through special forbidden rituals.

And the ritual for summoning demons has always been hunted down by the True God Church, no matter the era.

"Sigh..."

Herbert sighed regretfully, rubbed his temples, and shook his head: "Forget it, since they’re not taken, let them be buried underground."

Demon materials are treasured by professionals of the Evil Faction, but for someone like Herbert, a Paladin, they’re of no use — or so he’d like others to believe.

Is Herbert just any Paladin?

He is known as "Paladin" but secretly is an "Evil God’s ally"!

"Nenasha, have you gathered everything?" Herbert asked quietly in his mind.

["Mm-hmm, I’ve gathered them all; there is indeed a variety~"]

Nenasha had already commanded the shadow tentacles to absorb all the demon materials from the chamber when Eliza mentioned them.

For others, processing these demon materials requires various rituals and procedures, but for Nenasha, it’s really quite simple.

Step one, gather them.

Step two, let the dear ally (tool) take a bite each.

["I’ve collected all those materials; later on, just find a time to take a bite of each."]

"Do I really have to bite it?"

["Up to you~ But the absorption effect is definitely better after biting~"]

"...Tsk."

Herbert’s lip twitched; he really didn’t want to bite them personally.

How shocking the taste is, wow... only those who’ve tasted it know.

Furthermore, Herbert really suspects that the claim of "better absorption after biting" is just an excuse for Nenasha to have fun at his expense.

"Ah!"

He grudgingly bit his lip and made another note about Nenasha in his mental ledger.

Just you wait.

You want me to consume all these absurd things now, right?

Fine, someday, I’ll make you eat something you won’t want to eat!

Let’s see how it goes.

Thirty years east, thirty years west, never underestimate...

["By the way, Herbert, there’s something interesting in that chamber you might want to see."]

"Oh?"

Herbert’s mind stirred, and a special image appeared before his eyes.

It was a slightly damaged yellow paper, flipping through repeatedly, with the words "Perfect Bloodline Potion" written on it.

The content was about extracting bloodlines from various demon materials and fusing them to create a "Perfect Bloodline Potion."

Indeed, this was the root of all Gorn’s tragedies.

Because of this thing, he wasted countless years, only to fall at the threshold of Legendary, resulting in an awkward, neither-here-nor-there position.

But Herbert wasn’t interested in the scroll’s content, as it was much like those overhyped health products sold to the elderly — exaggerated with no real effect.

What caught his true attention was the signature at the bottom right of the paper.

"Northern Lands Witch Alliance, High Tier Alchemist..."

The name was deliberately erased; it’s unknown whether Gorn or the Alchemist did it.

But regardless of that unimportant name, the previous reference to the alliance made Herbert shake his head in awe.