Chapter 5 You smell so good!

“no no……”

The next morning, when Herbert struggled to escape from the dream, he was still speaking words that made people feel sad and empty.

“Even minotaurs can’t do that. There are cows, there are cows!”

“Don’t, don’t… Ha!”

Herbert finally came to his senses, opened his eyes suddenly, and quickly covered his mouth.

“啕——”

He leaned on the table and retched for a long time, trying to vomit out those horrible memories along with the dry bread from last night.

Terrible?

Yes, it’s scary.

It took Herbert a long time to recover, and he sealed those forbidden images in the deepest part of his memory.

This evil god… is he too dark?!

Just as Herbert was accusing the evil god of his viciousness with tears in his eyes, a color that shouldn’t appear here flashed in his peripheral vision.

Ok?
“what is this?”

Herbert looked down and saw pink lines on the back of his hand intertwined with the stigmata, outlining a weird heart shape, and a huge question mark appeared above his head.

?

Hey, you know what, this little thing looks quite familiar!
I seem to have seen quite a few on the hard drive…

goo.

“…Lewd, uh, silver streaks?”

No, that’s not right!

This thing shouldn’t appear on a man! ! ?

People can’t, or at least shouldn’t!

Ciallo～(∠ω<)⌒☆
I’m going to be a succubus in the sea today!

Clang!

Succubus Paladin!

The kind that eats all four cuts~
Please support us and give us more points——

“…Tsk!”

After going crazy in his mind for a long time, Herbert’s consciousness finally returned to normal.

He squinted his eyes and stared at the back of his hand silently. At this moment, the pink lines had long disappeared and did not reappear no matter what method he used to stimulate them.

But he knew very well, with absolute certainty that the scene just now was definitely not an illusion caused by waking up early and being sleepy, those things were still there!
Not on the body, but deeply engraved on one’s soul.

Why was Herbert so sure?

Because he had just experienced this feeling yesterday.

Correct.

It’s the feeling of receiving protection after taking an oath!

Good news, he has received a new blessing.

Bad news is not given by the righteous gods.

He was generously blessed by an unknown evil god, and his body was marked by the god – let’s call it magic pattern.

Hey!
The evil god beat me to my knees, and he must have wanted me to be the star of anger!
Less than half a day after Herbert was promoted to a paladin, he unfortunately became a lackey of the evil god and achieved a good result of half a day in the Faith Firm Challenge.

“What is this? Forced love…”

Herbert scratched his hair with a headache.

No, buddy, you are hurting me!
No one heard Herbert’s cries – because he did not dare to cry out loud, but kept shedding little pearls in his heart.

A gentleman is cautious when alone, because walls have ears.

When he realized that he might become a lackey of the evil god, Herbert immediately changed his position to a criminal suspect, focusing on adaptive caution.

Herbert sniffed hard to stop the hot tears from falling from the corners of his eyes.

Being tortured by a Pure Protection is not enough, and now there is an Evil God’s Blessing… What’s going on?
Bitter.

My life is so miserable!
After sighing over his misfortune again, Herbert regained his composure.

Having suffered a lifetime of misfortune in his previous life, his mind had long been accustomed to all kinds of sudden hardships.

No matter what happens, as long as you are not dead, life must go on. “Next, there are only two ways.”

Continue to stick to the Paladin route and report yourself to your superiors?
As a paladin, the most important thing he should do at this moment is to ask for help from the higher-ups in the monastery and let them deal with what happened to him.

But to be honest, Herbert was a little hesitant.

Reporting yourself can certainly clear yourself of suspicion, but it also completely puts the power over your life and death in the hands of others.

What’s more, can he really trust this group of ascetics?

The cases of the tough predecessors in the scriptures were extremely eye-catching, constantly reminding Herbert of what kind of ending he would face if he did this.

This group of ascetic monks seem to be peaceful in their daily lives, but they are never good men and women when it comes to fighting against evil. They all uphold the radical style of “eradicate all evil, and would rather kill ten thousand by mistake than let one go!”

The kind that even extremists think is too radical.

It would be best if the evil god’s protection on oneself could be removed, and everyone would be happy.

But what if… I can’t?

At that time, what awaits me might be either death or endless imprisonment.

Herbert turned his head and looked at himself in the mirror, seeing his haggard face after being tortured by nightmares all night.

I also saw the resentment hidden in those light grey eyes.

Death or imprisonment, no matter which outcome, it was not what he wanted.

He’s not a true paladin.

At least at this moment, he has not yet developed the awareness of sacrificing himself for order and justice.

Now that everything is sorted out, the choice to be made is clear.

“Go to the sea!”

Herbert picked up the pen and wrote quickly, paying tribute to the unknown existence.

“I have been wandering for half my life, and I only regret that I have never met a wise master. If you don’t abandon me, I am willing to be your foster father!”

The Evil God did not respond.

No reply was given to whatever Herbert wrote on the paper.

I don’t know if I’m pretending to be cool or if I just can’t respond.

“…Can you only come online after midnight?” Herbert had some guesses in his mind, but he could only accept the other party’s unreliable disappearance helplessly.

In order not to attract attention and avoid other people’s eyes, Herbert did not go anywhere after burning the chat records and returned to his job early in the morning.

Although he didn’t really want to go back so early.

Sure enough, the moment the prison door was pushed open, a loud and angry curse rushed out from Zhongshan like a tsunami, creating a gust of air.

“***! ***! *****!”

Miss Mad Dog, who was kicked yesterday, had been waiting for a long time. She started with zero frames and output as much as she could.

After being teased, Valentina wanted to let it go, but the more she thought about it, the angrier she got, and her blood rage was maxed out.

She had been thinking about the lyrics all night, and now she let them all out in one go.

“***!”

It was so refreshing and it expressed his true feelings.

Herbert, who was being scolded, did not utter a word in response. He just smiled and waited silently for a long time.

Seeing that she had finally finished outputting, he slowly took out the simple earplugs that had been inserted into her ears a long time ago.

“Are you satisfied?”

Go ahead and criticize, I can’t hear you.

As long as I can’t hear it, my family won’t be hurt.

Valentina: ?
“Are you kidding me!? You actually… huh?”

Furious Valentina took a deep breath and was about to continue the second round of attack, but at this moment her nose moved subconsciously, and then her vicious expression suddenly froze.

Eh?
His eyes gradually widened, and his vertical pupils gradually spread out and became round, looking surprisingly cute.

Herbert blinked, not knowing what she was talking about, and was ready to put the earplugs back on at any time.

“You, how did you…”

She stared at Herbert for a long time, sniffed again and again, and finally said in shock:

“You smell so good!”

Herbert: Hmm?
(End of this chapter)