Diary of Guarding Monster Girls-Chapter 526 - 318 I want you to serve me (6.4K)_3

Finally, after some time had passed, when Eliza returned with the other bruised survivors, Miser finally stopped.

She raised her head proudly, wanting to know what Herbert intended to purchase.

However, to her confusion, after Herbert had been selecting for quite some time, he eventually did look at her.

He nodded and smiled at her, saying once again, "I want you to serve me."

Miser: ???

What’s with you, can’t you understand?

"No, I get it, I’m happy to serve you, but what exactly do you want... uh!" Miser explained perplexedly, and midway through her sentence, she abruptly realized something and suddenly stopped.

She slowly lifted her head, moved her mouth slightly, pointed at herself, and uncertainly asked, "Wait, you don’t mean potions, do you mean... you want me?"

Herbert revealed a satisfied smile, nodded delightedly, and applauded, praising:

"Smart."

Miss, you finally caught on, I almost thought you couldn’t understand words.

"..."

Listening to that seemingly sarcastic praise, Miser mouthed silently, somewhat wishing she wasn’t that smart.

She finally realized where the discord in the conversation was, their thoughts were simply not on the same topic.

Beside them, the vampire who had taken out anger on other unfortunate souls couldn’t hold back and started to laugh.

"Puh! Hahaha!"

Stupid mushroom person, aren’t you too naive?

You actually dared to easily believe his nonsense?

That’s hilarious.

In all these years, I’ve never heard such a funny joke!

"Haha, cough cough, cough!"

The vampire pointed at the embarrassed mushroom merchant and mocked wantonly, then abruptly coughed when Herbert’s eyes swept over.

"Hmm?"

Herbert smiled with a hint of jest and asked, "Eliza, you’re laughing so happily, do you have something you want to say?"

Now, it was Eliza’s turn not to laugh, as she pouted like a little cat.

Hee hee?

No hee hee!

"I’m fine, nothing! Yes, you guys carry on, don’t mind me!"

Before Herbert could press further, she waved her hand proactively: "Look, they’ve all been brought back for you! No need to thank me! I’m going to find Svanni!"

Having said that, she didn’t even give Herbert a chance to reply, and quickly slipped into the shadows.

Off I go!

Let’s leave the mushroom person to be tricked by him, I’ll make my escape first.

The vampire lady, embracing the mentality of "better you than me," despicably chose to run away alone.

Hee hee, I definitely have to run away!

Eliza came back quickly but slipped away even faster, leaving behind a bunch of beaten survivors who looked upon the white-haired youth with reverent awe amidst their confusion.

They were a group of special dwarves, only about 1.3 to 1.4 meters tall, with grayish skin, numbering around thirty, each with heavy chains around their ankles.

As gray dwarf slaves of the Moore Clan, they had been assigned to the furnaces on the outskirts of the city, continuously forging armor and weapons, thereby surviving.

They weren’t even entirely sure what had happened, just that chaos erupted, the Evil God descended, the Angel arrived, the Evil God died...

And then, a vampire who hit anyone on sight came, indiscriminately beating both men and women, before bringing them to the city center.

At first, when they noticed that violent vampire leaving, the more opportunistic gray dwarves noticed the city seemed to have fallen and wanted to sneak away.

But before they could act, others hurriedly reminded them to recognize the identity of the person with their back turned.

That angelic presence like the scorching sun!!!

With awe and instinctive reverence for the strong, the gray dwarves’ bodies trembled involuntarily, and like dominoes, one after another knelt toward the existence’s back, deeply bowing their heads.

Herbert noticed the commotion behind him but paid it no mind, continuing to fix his gaze on the pained-looking mushroom merchant and asked, "Do you have something you want to say?"

Miser gazed deeply at Herbert, sighed helplessly.

Even though this puppet body technically didn’t need to breathe, and she didn’t have lungs or any respiratory organs, this seemingly meaningless action brought her calm.

The mushroom merchant composed her emotions, her expression completely regaining calm as she asked with no hope: "...Sir, can I refuse this transaction request of yours?"

Herbert didn’t answer, just silently looked at her, his lips curving slightly.

Seeing this expression, Miser sighed helplessly and bitterly smiled, "Can I ask why it’s me?"

"Besides, I don’t think there’s any special animosity between us, right?"

Weren’t we negotiating pretty well before... why did it suddenly become so forceful?

Herbert smiled when he saw her resigned expression but didn’t explain his reason for choosing her.

He shook his head, saying, "Miss Miser, it seems like you might have misunderstood something."

"I am not forcing you."

"I am merely proposing a mutually beneficial equitable transaction request to you."

I’m engaging in fair trade with you, don’t make it seem like I’m coercing you.

Miser’s mouth twitched, somewhat speechless, she mumbled under her breath, "But sir, not giving others the right to refuse is inherently coercive."

Are you really not coercing me?

"Miss Miser, of course, I have not forbidden you from refusing me, you have the right to choose."

Herbert smiled amiably, squinting his eyes and said, "If you truly don’t want to, you can most certainly try to refuse, it’s alright."