Now they are only targeting fish, but will they extend their claws to other creatures in the future
Fortunately, there are no cats or dogs in the monastery, otherwise Herbert would be worried about those innocent little animals.
In comparison, the safety of other people in the monastery is not something that a newbie like him should worry about.
Needless to say, the monks are either monks or paladins. They are quite reliable and have strong chrysanthemum-protecting abilities.
"As for the nuns, there's no need to worry about them. They usually act in groups, and their individual combat capabilities are no weaker than others..."
There are no ordinary preaching nuns in the Misty Monastery. All of them are combat nuns who can participate in combat.
Yes, all of them!
There is not a single weak and vegetarian woman among the battle sisters. All of them are ferocious beings who can wear heavy armor and cast spells with the scriptures in one hand while swinging flails and hammers with the other.
These nuns either serve as war sisters in the Knights of the Mist, or as punitive sisters in the Inquisition.
Each one is more brutal and bloody than the other.
Herbert thought about it and suddenly realized that something was wrong.
"Hey, wait a minute..."
Small animals are safe, monks are safe, nuns are safe... but there will always be someone who is not safe, right
So, guess which lucky person will be in crisis
“It’s me!”
The corner of Herbert's mouth twitched, his crotch tightened, his thighs trembled, and he almost wanted to leave first.
"I'm the one who needs to worry the most!"
Correct and reasonable.
Herbert is the weakest of them all!
He is not very powerful, but he has a noble status, and most importantly, he looks very good... He is simply the perfect candidate for the victim.
broken.
This time it's really directed at me!
Just like the saying goes, you don’t feel pain unless the knife stabs you, and it’s never too much to just watch the fun.
Now, when someone was about to stab him hard from behind, Herbert could no longer sit still.
Damn, there's a pervert here!
Herbert's expression became serious and he made a decisive decision - to report it.
Must report!
"Brother Caoyu, I didn't report you before because I respected your hobbies and pretended that nothing happened."
"But since you have come to this point, don't blame your brother for taking ruthless action."
Herbert made up his mind and moved quickly, not caring about anything else, and strode towards the courtroom.
Lord Judge, save me!
However, when Herbert hurried to the court to find Bishop Thorn to report the "blasphemy", he unexpectedly found that he was too late.
The usually deserted and eerily quiet courtroom was now packed with people, with hundreds of monks and nuns gathered in the hall.
"Um?"
Herbert was still wondering why he didn't meet any monks on the road, but now they were already here. He was about to talk to them but found something was wrong.
Many people had very unpleasant looks on their faces, and the originally taciturn monks could not help but whisper to each other.
what happened
Herbert didn't need to ask anyone. When he walked to the center of the hall, he saw the answer—a sarcophagus was placed there.
Someone died!
The deceased's face was covered with a piece of white cloth, and bright red blood was oozing from his mouth, but judging from his exposed hands and feet, he should be a young monk around thirty years old.
Herbert narrowed his eyes. At that moment, he felt a sharp chill crawling up his spine like a maggot on his tarsal bones, causing his heart to skip a beat.
!!!
For no reason, he suddenly had a very strong intuition in his heart, feeling that this matter might be related to Brother Cao Yu.
He did it!
It turns out that this guy is not only after sex, but also wants to kill people.
Perhaps because the murder scene seemed strangely familiar to Herbert, he quickly calmed down and analyzed the case.
"Was the deceased silenced because he witnessed that blasphemous scene?"
Coo.
Herbert swallowed silently, feeling somewhat relieved and scared.
If I had come out earlier today, would I be lying on the same side of the dead body now
No.
If I had run into him one step ahead every time before, would I have been silenced long ago
While Herbert was thinking, someone spoke to break the silence.
"Everyone, we have lost a compatriot."
Bishop Thorn was not present at this time, and a middle-aged disciplinary nun came out to preside over the situation.
Her face was filled with sorrow, and her voice of grief echoed throughout the courtroom:
"He was a devout monk and a warrior who was willing to devote his life to justice and fairness."
"Every one of us is deeply angry about his tragic death."
At this point, the Punishment Sister raised her voice and shouted angrily: "But, fellow countrymen, anger alone is not enough, we also need to find the murderer who killed him!"
"We want revenge for him!"
This loud shout was like a signal, causing hundreds of people to shout at the same time.
"revenge!!!"
As the crowd roared, the temperature in the Judgment Hall, which was filled with murderous intent, dropped suddenly, making people want to shiver.
"… Um?"
At this moment, Herbert suddenly looked around with a sense of realization, and found that the people around him had quietly moved away from him.
A strange vacuum zone formed around him, and pairs of cold eyes, whose true meanings could not be seen, stared at him silently.
Herbert blinked, suddenly realizing that something was wrong.
Oh no, it's directed at me!
Chapter 33 I Became a Stand-in (Please Read!)
"The situation is not good."
Being stared at by everyone with scrutiny, Herbert felt his back tighten slightly and pursed his lips slightly.
Suspicion, speculation, and even outright hostility... He alone endured all the malice from others.
In his heart, Herbert could understand their behavior in the face of hostility - just from a rational point of view.
As a newcomer who had only arrived for a month and had not yet fully integrated into the Misty Monastery, Herbert was an outsider in the eyes of others.
Moreover, he was a noble of a kingdom with a very bad status, a solitary fellow who had no contact with other people.
So, when a murder occurs, who is the most suspicious among the crowd
Hey, it’s really me!
So Herbert understood their suspicion and hostility towards him.
But... it's just understanding.
Emotionally, Herbert could not accept the unfair situation of being treated as a suspect.
Because he didn't do it.
I didn't do it, why should I be treated like this
Why
Besides, he was forced here precisely because of wrongful imprisonment.
It has happened once, is it going to happen a second time
In addition, although Herbert understood the importance of cooperating with the investigation, he could not be so naive to trust others.
It was fine when he was in the kingdom. Although he was wrongly imprisoned, no one dared to punish him.
But what about here
The art of memory recovery is not only available in the previous life. Torturing confessions has always been an old tradition used throughout the world.
What good people can there be in the court
Do these angry inquisitors really care about their noble status
No.
These guys would rather kill someone by mistake than let them go, and at most they would provide the highest level of recovery treatment afterwards - but what the hell is the use!
The pain you have suffered cannot be easily overcome by simply returning to normal.
The wound may eventually heal, but the scar left behind will never completely disappear.
A certain Asian college student who initially just wanted to fall in love was tortured to the point of having white hair, and his entire personality changed drastically.
I have white hair now, so there is no need for me to go through this trouble.
Therefore, Herbert must not show weakness at this time, let alone actively cooperate with the investigation!
Having made up his mind, Herbert's expression changed slightly and he snorted.
"Oh."
His expression was as calm as water, his eyes became disdainful, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he responded to everyone's gaze in a neither humble nor arrogant manner.
But Herbert did not ask any questions.
He is waiting.
He knew that he didn't need to take the initiative at this time, as someone would surely not be able to hold back and attack him, the "suspect".
really.
He didn't have to wait long before an angry voice broke the silence of the hall.
"What are you waiting for!?"
A tall bald nun stepped out from the crowd, glared at Herbert, clenched her right hand tightly, and said with gritted teeth: "Why don't you catch this murderer!"
Everyone's eyes fell on her. Some people obviously wanted to move, but stopped when they saw that the middle-aged disciplinary nun did not move.
The middle-aged punishment nun did not immediately follow the bald nun's instigation to attack Herbert. Instead, she slowly asked, "Why do you think he is the murderer? I don't think he is strong enough to hurt Frank."
Hearing this, some monks frowned slightly.
Yes, based on his strength... it seems that it is not enough.
"Because he is a blasphemer!"
The bald nun remained firm in her belief and said, "That day, I saw him coming out of the kitchen! He must have done something to those grass carps!"
grass carp
Herbert blinked, feeling that something was not right.
Wait, am I a stand-in
Kid, that wasn't me!
Without giving Herbert time to explain, the other monk's expression changed after hearing "grass carp". He hesitated for a moment and raised his hand, saying slowly: