The revenge dramas favored by the old Chinese are not as complicated as the honor duels in Western stories.
Practice, become stronger, then go back and give a loud slap to everyone involved, and all problems will be solved.
It's that simple.
There is nothing in this world that a Dou can't solve.
If one is not enough, then two.
If that’s not enough, then hit until you’re enough.
If you act roughly and perfunctorily, I will be more brutal and arrogant than you.
The Misty Monastery, which has existed for thousands of years, is the oldest monastery in the entire southern continent and preserves the complete system of Paladin heritage.
Normally, not everyone is qualified to come here, let alone become one of them.
Now that Herbert has come here, he will not miss this precious opportunity and must get this inheritance.
"But, that's just talk, but if you want to really obtain the inheritance... I'm afraid it's not that easy."
Perhaps they wanted to discourage the noble disciples, or perhaps someone was trying to make things difficult for them, but the monastery's higher-ups assigned Herbert a very difficult task - educating the prisoners.
The Misty Monastery has a special status and does not imprison ordinary human pagans. All prisoners who are qualified to be imprisoned here are extremely dangerous and powerful aliens!
There were sirens that destroyed several ports, giant dragons that destroyed several towns, fallen elves that massacred thousands of people, demons that instigated slave riots, devils that planned a bloodbath for the royal family... Each of them was a rare talent.
For these beings, ordinary torture is meaningless, and only a long period of time can consume their will, so the position of warden had been vacant for a long time before Herbert arrived.
Herbert had already made a preliminary inspection yesterday under the personal leadership of the Archbishop and had a preliminary impression of each prisoner.
The prisoners had different temperaments. Most of them chose to ignore his arrival. Some were willing to communicate but their attitudes were indifferent, as if they were just chatting casually to pass the time.
Several other prisoners expressed their "enthusiasm" towards him, the long-lost warden, and each of them used verbal aggressiveness to the extreme.
Thinking back to what happened yesterday, Herbert couldn't help but sigh. If he wanted to inherit the legacy by educating these guys, it would probably take some effort.
"Hey! Boy, you've been sighing there for a long time, are you done yet?"
A mocking voice sounded behind him, and the evil being in the cage sneered at Herbert's weakness.
"It's only been one day and you're already scared? Do you want to go home crying to your mom? Hahahaha!"
"If you're scared, just get out of here!"
To be fair, the woman's voice is not unpleasant, it can even be described as hoarse and magnetic, and has a unique charm.
But the vulgar particles used as commas in it destroy the beauty and make the whole paragraph extremely harsh.
Herbert curled his lips and looked back at the tall woman whose face was covered by messy red hair like dead grass. Although she looked like a homeless person who would randomly appear on the streets of Western University, that was just an external disguise.
The true identity of this person is actually an evil dragon who once destroyed four cities with a population of tens of thousands with his dragon breath, and was eventually suppressed by the Archbishop of the Mist himself!
[Rage], [Ashes of Calamity], [Devil's Flame] - Valentina Devil's Flame
Seeing that Herbert was not scared away and dared to turn around and look at her, Valentina seemed to be interested. She grinned and whistled at him.
"Boy, do you want to reconsider my previous suggestion?"
"If you let me out, not only will I not kill you, I will also help you get justice. How about that? Haha, kill all those people! All of them!"
Valentina's red eyes, like lava, lit up, and her vertical pupils burned with a terrifying murderous intent that made the soul tremble.
She continued to use inflammatory words to seduce Herbert, trying to arouse his anger and remind him of the humiliation he had suffered in those days.
"Kill all those who deceived you and humiliated you!"
"After all, you don't want to stay in this dark place forever, right?"
Herbert had been listening silently during this time, occasionally lowering his head in deep thought, as if he was touched.
Just when Valentina thought Herbert had been persuaded by her, he suddenly said:
"I say, have you not eaten for a long time?"
"Um?"
Miss Dragon was stunned for a moment, then quickly came to her senses, curled her lips in disdain, and mocked:
"Why, you want to tempt me with food? Haha, do you think I would care about that kind of thing?"
That’s it
You're tempting me with this
Who can't resist such temptation!
Who are you looking down on!
But Herbert laughed at this time and said seriously: "No, I just want to tell you that I'm going to eat a hot meal."
"Um??"
Then, without giving Valentina a chance to continue speaking, Herbert strode out with the lantern in hand, muttering:
“Steamed bear paws, steamed deer tails, roast duck, roast chicken, roast goose…”
"Um???"
Realizing that she had been fooled, Valentina stood up angrily and sprayed Herbert's back.
"You! What the hell do you mean! Get back to me—"
The prison gate suddenly appeared out of nowhere at the corner, and Herbert pushed it open and walked in.
Bang!
The huge door closed, instantly isolating all sounds and breath inside.
Herbert staggered, let out a long breath, and shook his head with some difficulty.
He was not afraid of Miss Dragon's attitude. He had seen it many times in the past at work, and even felt a sense of nostalgia for it.
But the pressure she emanated was really too much for him to handle.
"Tsk... Is this the might of a giant dragon? This is outrageous."
Yesterday, with the protection of the Archbishop, Herbert didn't feel anything, but today was different. It was a thrilling experience.
Even though Valentina's power had been heavily blocked, the aura she exuded was still terrifying, and just the conversation made Herbert feel suffocated.
It took him a while to adjust before he could speak reluctantly. If he stayed any longer, he would be exposed.
Herbert shook his head, feeling that he still had a long way to go.
You know, Valentina was still placed in the outermost position and posed the least threat among all the alien prisoners. It is still unknown how terrifying the guys in the depths would be.
So, how can we tame this dangerous monster
Appeal to their emotions and persuade them with reason
Use power to empower them and motivate them with benefits
Use a big stick to persuade them, and show them the truth
hiss…
I feel like none of the methods I can think of are very reliable.
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 aliens... Too much has happened and too little can be done. There is no point in dwelling on it and all you can do is take it one step at a time.
"Now that things have come to this, 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 don't think any 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, he didn't have 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 walked into the kitchen thinking about this question. 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.
Heather scent!
Is this correct
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 on 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.
Herbert couldn't help humming as he chewed the hard bread that was hard enough to be used as a weapon to kill someone and 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 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 that he seemed to have accidentally discovered a bug that could be manipulated... 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 a deep communication'? It's okay as long as it's not between men and women?"