Chapter 4 Are You a Genuine Evil God?

The monastery was quiet and peaceful under the night sky. The gauze-like moonlight sprinkled through the stars, taking away the last trace of the day’s noise.

Only loneliness remains.

Silence and dead silence are the norm in this ancient building.

But at this moment, in one of the rooms here, a fierce confrontation is taking place that is incompatible with the surrounding atmosphere.

Click, click, click…

In the silent room, you can hear a pin drop, and you can clearly hear the subtle sounds of the gears inside the mechanical clock rubbing, turning, and colliding.

And the sound of the pen tip quickly sliding across the paper.

Swish swish!
“…”

Herbert stared blankly at his left hand holding the quill pen and moving it quickly across the paper, leaving behind a string of gorgeous and evil words.

After his left hand stopped, he flipped through the thick dictionary beside him and laboriously translated the words “himself” had written.

“What.”

“Fear.”

“You…tsk!”

What are you afraid of?

Looking at the translation he had worked so hard to decipher, Herbert felt the mocking tone in the words, and the corners of his mouth could not help but twitch. He wrote a rhetorical question with his right hand in annoyance.

“What are you afraid of? Don’t you know? Don’t you know???”

Ah.

Look at the question you asked, it doesn’t contain any technical content at all.

I’m up late at night, playing with the Ouija board and chatting with you.

What do you think I am afraid of?
He must be afraid of you!
After several rounds of tests, Herbert’s heart finally died. He had to accept the reality – he was not schizophrenic, but had really encountered a ghost.

It’s okay to be able to write gorgeous cursive characters with my left hand, but it’s impossible for me to master six or seven foreign languages ​​out of thin air.

Admit it!
I have been possessed by something dirty, I am no longer clean, wuwu…

Swish swish!
And after writing finally became a common language, it was written even faster.

[You’re not afraid of me, are you? ]

Not only did the other party not care about Herbert’s slightly offensive tone, but he even seemed to be more interested in it, and the pleasure almost burst out from the words.

[No way? No way? No way? ]

[You are a Paladin! How could you be afraid of me? ]

Damn, this ghost is a female ghost.

The two used the same pen to passionately confront each other for several rounds, filling up several sheets of white paper with their aggressive word art.

Not long ago, when Herbert was reminded by the stigmata and discovered that his thoughts were being silently influenced, he realized that something was wrong – the seal under the monastery was out of control!
This world is not safe. It is filled with evil gods, demons, evil creatures, devils, monsters… and all kinds of dangerous existences.

The original purpose of establishing all monasteries was to seal and suppress those special beings that could not be destroyed or killed.

Herbert didn’t know what was sealed under the Misty Monastery, but what was certain was that he was definitely not qualified to solve it.

There was no need to be brave and face it alone. Herbert, who was very self-aware, wanted to ask for help from the outside world as soon as possible.

joke.

This is the misty monastery where several legendary masters are stationed. Even if the sealed object comes out, it will not be his turn as a novice paladin to show his power.

With the help of great leaders, all evil will be brought to justice!
It would be nice if I could gain some experience.

It’s a pity that the idea is good, but it is of no use.

I wanted to call for help, but my throat couldn’t make any sound and even breathing was extremely difficult.

I wanted to knock on the door to make some noise, but my hands became weak before they could touch it, and I could only stroke it softly.

After all attempts failed, Herbert was guided to the desk by his “random left hand” and has been communicating with the dark existence until now.

In the end, it was Herbert who was the first to give in, raised the flag of truce, and wrote with some fatigue:
“So, what do you want to do?”

After half a day of quarreling, although Herbert still knew nothing about the other party’s identity, he at least figured out one thing.

At least judging from the attitude revealed in his words at this moment, it is hard to say whether he has any malice, but the other party does not seem to have any murderous intentions towards him.

I asked for help, but was not allowed. I asked for death, but was not allowed.

Even begging for mercy, he wouldn’t let me!

No, you are forcing me to argue with you in letters!

are you crazy! ?
[Oh? Do you finally believe that I am not a figment of your imagination? ]

“Believe, believe, believe. Isn’t it enough that I believe? So, this great being, what exactly do you want me to do?”

In his previous life, Herbert had seen too many tragedies caused by trusting others too easily.

Naturally, I wouldn’t believe that the other person was just saying “I was lonely in the middle of the night and wanted to chat with someone~” and such nonsense. Once I heard it, it would take at least five days.

Except for your closest relatives, all other people who are unusually enthusiastic towards you must have some agenda towards you, be it power, money, or beauty… There is no exception.

[It doesn’t matter what I want to do, you will find out sooner or later. ]

[Hehe, but you, young Paladin… have you really thought through the meaning of the deal with the evil god? ]

【Are you really ready? 】

Evil god.

Herbert narrowed his eyes subconsciously after seeing this somewhat glaring word, and his expression became serious.

The gods of the evil camp, the true enemies of justice, will spread blood and fire in the mortal world, bringing endless death and pain. They are existences that all paladins will want to destroy at all costs.

After being silent for a long time, he finally picked up the pen with a serious face and slowly wrote down the biggest question in his mind at the moment –

“You evil god…are you serious?”

brush!
【? 】

Looking at the huge question mark that took up half of the paper, Herbert curled his lips.

You see, it’s urgent.

Not stable at all.

You evil god, are you not the god of comedy?

Let’s not talk about anything else, just tell me, which evil god would not let people sleep in the middle of the night and force others to have passionate sex with him!

Perhaps it was because this sentence was too destructive that the evil god remained silent for a full minute.

[I understand, but you still don’t believe it. ]

【it is good. 】

He said:

[I will let you experience the horror of the evil god for yourself! ]

Ok?
Ok? ? ?
A very bad premonition suddenly flashed through Herbert’s heart. He did not bother to write, and quickly said:

“Wait! What are you going to do to me…”

thump.

Before Herbert could finish, his consciousness was suddenly interrupted and he fell headfirst onto the desk.

He fell asleep.

That night, Herbert, who had not had a good sleep since arriving at the Misty Monastery, fell into a sound sleep.

Moreover, he had a dream.

An extremely obscene and absurd dream.

In his dream, he was surrounded by beautiful young ladies from dozens of races, and conducted a series of in-depth and easy-to-understand academic research.

But just when the discussion reached its climax, the monster girls suddenly changed into another appearance!
“Wait, wait a minute!!?”

“No, no, no!”

“Don’t come near me—”

“Don’t come over here!”

“At least, don’t be a goblin!”

“Even a female can’t do that—”

(End of this chapter)