Diary of Guarding Monster Girls-Chapter 522 - 317 Mushroom Merchant (6.4K, please subscribe! Please vote!)_3

Chapter 522: 317 Mushroom Merchant (6.4K, please subscribe! Please vote!)_3

Guessing at the other party’s trump card in his heart, Herbert asked the chuckling mushroom person, "What’s your name?"

"Me? I’m Miser Shadow Mushroom, an Umbra Fungus person."

Miser saw that Herbert finally had the intention to converse, secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and displayed a commercial smile, saluting again, "Sir Paladin, I am from the Shadow Mushroom Trade Association." 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Umbra Fungus person?

Herbert didn’t know much about the ecology of the Fungus people, guessing it was just one of the racial branches, anyway, he wasn’t very concerned.

"Shadow Mushroom Trade Association? So, you’re a merchant?" He pretended to curiously ask another curious question.

"Exactly!"

Miser rubbed her hands, her expression fitting the stereotype of a greedy merchant, laughed slyly, "Sir Paladin, is there anything you’d like to purchase? Whatever your needs, the Shadow Mushroom Trade Association is more than happy to serve you!"

"I can personally decide to give you a 20% discount on all goods!"

Oh?

Herbert watched her fingers rub and produce spore dust, raised an eyebrow amusedly, and gave a playful "oh."

Hearing Herbert’s tone, the mushroom merchant’s expression remained unchanged and immediately changed to say, "No, grateful for your help to me, a 30% discount is also possible."

"Hmm...if I try a bit harder, I should be able to go to a 40% discount! Sir, 40% is the most I can do, really can’t go lower."

"50%! No, 49%! 48%..."

Herbert quietly watched the mushroom merchant’s performance, only speaking after she bargained with herself down to a 42% discount, "Alright, stop your performance, don’t pretend to be so fearful anymore."

The mushroom merchant was taken aback, awkwardly scratched her head, tentatively asked, "Sir, I don’t understand what you mean, you say I’m performing? But a 41% discount is really a killer for me! Please reconsider..."

"Shut up."

A flicker of impatience flashed in Herbert’s gray eyes as he spoke indifferently, "I don’t like others performing in front of me."

I am always the one performing in front of others, when was it your turn to show off here?

Is it funny?

Miser immediately shut her mouth, put away those unwilling expressions on her face, and lightly nodded, "...Yes, I understand."

This mushroom merchant knew Herbert wasn’t joking because she had truly witnessed that scene.

The last guy who performed in front of this Paladin was directly stabbed to death by him! And it was even his companion!

With a pfft, nailed to the wall.

So ruthless, without a moment’s hesitation!

Miser wasn’t curious about where the girl possessed by the Evil God was taken, estimating she was properly buried.

But what use is being properly treated after death?

Miser didn’t want to die — this body had cost her considerable effort, not something easily discarded.

When the God of Sinful Desire descended, Miser had nearly given up, thinking this body must be abandoned.

Who knew the situation would take a turn for the better, a Paladin of unknown origin broke the Evil God’s mad ritual.

Though this Paladin didn’t seem easy to deal with either, he was more approachable than the Evil God.

Herbert scrutinized her up and down, asked, "Flesh Avatar?"

He didn’t express the reason for his guess, simply asked with the overbearing demeanor of a superior to a subordinate.

Herbert was being somewhat rude, as no one would want their secrets exposed.

But he now had the right to do so.

Not to mention insisting, no one would find his attitude problematic.

Others wouldn’t believe Herbert was just a High Tier Paladin, only assuming he was habitually disguising himself.

In the eyes of these survivors, Herbert was the terrifying strongman capable of battling the Evil God’s avatar and achieving an overwhelming victory!

So doing this was perfectly normal.

To politely and humbly inquire would be strange — a Paladin wouldn’t show humility to these evil faction folks.

"...Yes, I honestly didn’t expect you to discover it, your insight is indeed astonishing."

Miser didn’t argue back, nodding to admit it.

Since she was already discovered, there was no need to hide it anymore, proactively revealing her secret.

She put away her fake pretense, lifted her dress, and bowed to Herbert, softly saying, "Sir Paladin, allow me to introduce myself again."

"Miser Shadow Mushroom, owner of the Shadow Mushroom Trade Association."

She raised her head, sincerely thanked, "I hereby salute you, grateful that you saved this precious Flesh Avatar of mine."

Herbert nodded noncommittally to the mushroom merchant’s gratitude.

As he speculated in his heart, this fellow in front of him was indeed not the main body but a special Flesh Avatar.

After knowing Svanni could split into hundreds of Flesh Avatars, Herbert now saw everyone as an avatar... almost like suffering from monocle syndrome.

Miser looked at Herbert, seriously said, "Although part of what I said earlier was a facade, I truly wish to express my gratitude to you, is there anything you need me to do?"

The mushroom merchant’s attitude was earnest, but Herbert’s response was cold.

He cast down his gaze, slowly said, "Do you think I would accept your gratitude? Aren’t you a slave merchant?"

With those words, the emotion in Herbert’s eyes turned cold, quietly placing his right hand on the sword hilt.

Not far behind Miser, the carriage coincided perfectly with the one the mysterious mage Quinna spoke of, which brought them here.