Diary of Guarding Monster Girls-Chapter 528 - 319 "Book of Hatred" (6K, please subscribe!!!)

Chapter 528: 319 "Book of Hatred" (6K, please subscribe!!!)

Not far outside Malagas City, within a secret cavern unknown to anyone, Herbert passed through a film of disguised mycelium and arrived at the core hideout of the mushroom merchant.

"Oh?"

Herbert gazed at the proportionately enlarged, three-and-a-half-meter-tall special Fungi creature, which combined a sense of immense size with slenderness, raising his eyebrows slightly.

This feeling... no doubt, I’ve entered the BOSS room!

A stirring BGM seemed to play in his ears!

It was as if he could see the ultra-long health bar and the title name hovering above the Fungi creature’s head!

[Legendary Level Lord BOSS, Shadow Mushroom Trade Association owner, Miser Shadow Mushroom]

Miser’s core was indeed much stronger than her puppet doppelganger; the dangerous aura emanating from her was almost on par with Eliza at full power.

This was also a Legendary Peak Monster Girl!

And now, Herbert was all alone, facing this dangerous and enraged demon.

Street rules—one-on-one duel!

Eliza and Svanni had been deliberately left by Herbert in Malagas City, leading the batch of Grey Dwarf slaves who had "actively recognized" their identity, directing them to pack the most valuable wealth of the entire city-state.

Unrefined mineral resources, tons of smelted metal ingots, ancient forbidden books, finely forged weapons...

Though most of these had been consumed by Stella in the ritual, leaving only a meager fraction.

Yet even that small fraction was enough to drive a poor Legendary Professional crazy!

Herbert’s biggest substantive gain this time was these riches.

Such important tasks were naturally entrusted to the reliable Monster Girls.

As for the Grey Dwarves... they were trustworthy labor who wouldn’t talk, like nuclear-powered electric mules that didn’t need charging.

Very useful.

Though now freed slaves, these guys, who had been forging all day for the Moore Clan, weren’t completely harmless innocents.

They themselves were part of the Evil faction, and none survived Herbert’s casual evil detection.

No extreme evildoers, but still sneaky pilferers, certainly having committed plenty of wrong before being captured.

These naturally evil Dwarves loved to wear many small metal trinkets on themselves, and if they weren’t satisfied...

They would take from others without hesitation, and what happened in the process goes without saying.

There were countless ways to deal with these dishonest yet not too dangerous guys.

Svanni didn’t make Herbert ponder laboriously; as the "new great matron," she took the initiative to sign new slave contracts with those Grey Dwarves.

The Moore Clan was completely destroyed, the city shattered, but their bloodline wasn’t yet extinct—Svanni, she too was a Dark Elf with Moore’s Blood flowing in her veins!

Thus, whether Svanni accepted it or not, she naturally became the new great matron of the Moore Clan.

Forced slave contracts were indeed powerful, but even more noteworthy was the reaction of the Grey Dwarves.

Upon learning they were to be enslaved again, their first reaction wasn’t anger, but secret jubilation.

The speed at which these Grey Dwarves groveled for recognition was astounding, reflecting their deep comprehension of "those who know the hour are wise" after centuries of torment.

They had suffered too long under the Moore Clan, ingrained with a deep-rooted instinct to obey orders.

After the Moore Clan vanished, they actively sought a new pillar on their own initiative—a sturdy new pillar that would not easily torment and humiliate them!

That angel as strong as the sun.

Though none of them had left the Dark Territory to see what the real sun looked like in their lifetime, they knew well how intimidating such a dazzling existence was.

With this lord’s protection, nobody else would dare bully them again!

The Grey Dwarves couldn’t help but cheer fervently, calling out with their chosen name.

"Son of the Sun! Son of the Sun! Son of the Sun!"

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Despite the scene being rife with ridicule prompts, reminding Herbert of some legendary custom server from his previous life—the general riding a white horse.

Herbert ultimately chose not to explain that he wasn’t some "Son of the Sun" or "Son of the Beach," allowing the Grey Dwarves’ frenzied idolization.

There were many ways to control the Grey Dwarves; beyond tyrannically suppressing them with force, the second part was using reverence.

More precisely, becoming that mighty existence they both revere and fear in their eyes.

And just like a group of green-skinned boys would automatically generate a green-skinned boss, among the Grey Dwarves, a leader would arise to lead their kin forward.

The Grey Dwarves wanted Herbert to become their "boss," but this notion was directly dismissed by him.

Unless Herbert was insane, why would he want to become this bunch’s boss?

With Herbert’s guidance and assistance, the youngest and strongest tall Grey Dwarf (1.5 meters) became the "new chieftain" of their tribe, acquiring generous rewards from the Son of the Sun.

Granted the authority to command and manage his kin.

These people always need a figurehead; rather than letting them fight chaotically among themselves, I’d rather manipulate things behind the scenes.

In fact, Herbert essentially created an infinitely simplified "Divine Right of Kings."