Chapter 3 People can’t, or at least shouldn’t!

“Forget it, let’s worry about it later!”

After thinking seriously for a moment, Herbert chose to give up thinking.

Although escaping is shameful, it really works.

Awakening memories, vows of purity, educating foreigners… There are too many things happening and too little that can be done. There is no point in worrying about it and one can only take one step at a time.

“That’s it for now, let’s eat first.”

Herbert missed lunch because he was sorting out his memories, so instead of going to the cafeteria, he turned and went to the kitchen.

This was not the Duke’s house, and there was no waiter who would leave food for him. There was smoked jerky and black bread in the kitchen.

Unpalatable, but filling enough.

Although this behavior is not quite in accordance with the rules, considering the generous donations made by Albert’s family to the monastery over the years, I think no ignorant monk would hold grudges over such a small matter.

“Speaking of which, I feel tormented about keeping my oath, and it should be the same for others. How do they relieve the pressure in their hearts when they can’t hold on?”

Herbert nodded as he passed some of the ascetics, taking down details about them.

He was dressed in tattered clothes, skinny, and silent… but surprisingly, there were not many scars on his body.

“It seems that only a very small number of ascetics would choose to suppress their desires through the pain of self-mutilation. How should others deal with it?”

Herbert thought about this question and walked into the kitchen. When he was about to pick out a baguette, his pupils suddenly shrank.

Just now, he suddenly moved his nose as if possessed by a ghost, and accurately smelled a very faint but inexplicably familiar smell among the complex smells in the kitchen.

The smell of heather!

?

Is this right?
This, this is not right.

“hiss!”

Herbert was silent for a long time. After a lot of psychological preparation, he finally plucked up the courage and slowly looked towards the source of the smell.

In the bucket in the corner, he saw a dead fish floating in the water with its belly up and its mouth wide open.

?

“Hiss…it’s a grass carp!”

Dinner was stewed grass carp.

Herbert did not move a word.

Not to mention touching it, he didn’t even go to the cafeteria.

He didn’t want to be careless and eat the porridge, but he couldn’t take the initiative to remind others because that would definitely be noticed by a fish lover.

There’s nothing I can do. It doesn’t matter if I suffer a little. Let them enjoy this blessing.

It was quite good to chew dry bread in the room.

As he chewed the hard bread that was hard enough to be used as a weapon to kill someone, Herbert couldn’t help but humming as he thought about the tragedy in the corner of the kitchen.

“Oh, that buddy is the same. It’s fine if he lets Brother Yu die with regret, but why didn’t he even let him shut up afterwards? How rude of him.”

This is so blasphemous.

But then again, if you are not a fish, how can you understand the joy of a fish? Maybe they are in love with each other…

After thinking about it for a while, Herbert gathered his scattered thoughts and started thinking silently.

He was not gossiping about that person’s identity, nor did he want to gain the appreciation of the monastery’s upper echelons by telling tales. He was not that bored.

He has always expressed respect and blessings for other people’s unique hobbies even though he doesn’t understand them.

After his eyes were opened, he suddenly realized something. He seemed to have accidentally discovered a bug that could be exploited… No, it’s a feature.

The forbidden communication between monks and fish, is this blasphemous enough?

That’s enough!
Such outrageous behavior should not only bring backlash to the monks who have taken the vow of purity, but even the monks who have taken other vows should suffer backlash.

People can’t, or at least shouldn’t.

However, such a blasphemous thing happened so quietly in a corner where no one cared, and no one heard the grass carp’s cry.

Up to this point, everything was normal in the monastery, and Herbert had not heard of any monks breaking their vows or being injured.

“Is the news blocked? Or… is it similar to ‘the priest and the little boy have in-depth communication’? It’s okay as long as it’s not between men and women?”

Grass carp ≠ breaking the rules?
Tsk. Damn it, we are in another world, but the inequality in the groove is still chasing me!
“……hehe.”

While feeling speechless, Herbert was also somewhat excited.

It wasn’t that he had any special liking for slender little boys wearing over-the-knee white socks, he really didn’t like that, but this discovery gave him some inspiration.

The occupational disease of exploiting loopholes in the law has struck.

Hey, I have an idea!
You said that if animals are not counted as objects of breaking the precepts, then can it be understood that… as long as the object is not human, it is fine?

You know, there are quite a lot of races in this world!

Like elves, dryads, centaurs, mermaids, dragons, succubi… these different races are enough to make anyone fall into ecstasy.

Moreover, his current position as prison warden provides him with the opportunity to verify his conjecture.

But despite his excitement, Herbert felt a little hesitant.

The Paladin class has existed for so many years, and he doesn’t think he is the first lucky person to discover this feature.

The reproductive capacity of humans in this world is extremely exaggerated, second only to some green-skinned goblins, and there is no reproductive isolation between them and most other races.

Although these alien races were viewed with caution and even regarded as enemies by humans, who contemptuously called them monsters, due to subtle reasons such as ethnic wars and the slave trade, it was not uncommon for mixed-race offspring to be born from the union of humans and alien races.

Such as half-elves, half-orcs, dragonborn, half-shapeshifters, half-demons, etc. In some seaside legends there are also some murlocs with fish heads and human bodies… huh?

Uh, why does it feel like I discovered some secret by accident?

Although these mixed-race descendants who were ostracized and rejected by both their parents were not as numerous as the real big clans, they were large enough to form their own ethnic groups, and some powerful ones even established countries.

Reasoning based on this information, it shouldn’t have been my turn to suddenly discover that people of different races can intermarry. Someone should have discovered this loophole long ago.

Sure enough, when Herbert opened the church book that was thicker than a brick and checked, he easily found a wide variety of different ways to break the oath – or, in other words, the case.

hiss!
There have long been brave warriors who sacrificed their lives to feed the devil, and each one played more extravagantly than the other, and died more miserably than the other.

Perhaps because those who know the law but break it are guilty of a more severe crime, the endings of these brothers were not very good.

These tough guys were either killed by the backlash of breaking their oaths, or those who survived were hunted down by the Church Inquisition and executed – no one was spared.

Real punishment!
It feels like watching criminal law!

Well, this road is blocked.

At this point, Herbert could only temporarily put away his somewhat dangerous little cleverness – people couldn’t do that because the rules didn’t allow it.

In addition, to take a step back, those foreign girls in the prison could crush him to death with one hand even if they were suppressed, and if he wanted to sell his body, he would be at risk of being killed.

Being a gigolo is life-threatening. This world is really unreasonable.

Oh, forget it!

“The most urgent thing is for the big head to control the small head and find a way to become stronger. Don’t do those crooked ways.”

Herbert now only hopes that he can gain enough strength through the training of the Paladin as soon as possible, so that he can resist the punishment of breaking the oath earlier, break free from the cage and enjoy his free life.

“Freedom!”

Herbert stood up, stretched, and walked towards the door, ready to go out and breathe the sweet air of the free country.

But just as Herbert was about to push the door open, a burst of burning pain broke out from the holy scar on the back of his hand, which shocked him and made him stand still in front of the door.

“…”

At this moment, Herbert felt a piercing chill down his spine.

On the first day Herbert arrived at the monastery, he was warned many times not to go out after midnight, and he never had any idea of ​​going out at night.

But just now, he almost walked out of the room without any precautions and into the seemingly peaceful night.

What exactly is this…

goo.

Herbert swallowed, turned his head with difficulty, and looked at the mechanical clock beside him.

I saw the gilded hand had just completed a full circle –

It’s past midnight.

　After a month of difficult labor, the baby was finally born (bushi).

Thank you for your tolerance during this time, thank you——

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(End of this chapter)