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's not 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 violating the precepts, then can it be understood that... as long as the object is not human
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.
Like 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... Hmm
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 founded 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, 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.
What a 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 outside 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.
This is exactly...
Coo.
Herbert swallowed, turned his head with difficulty, and looked at the mechanical clock beside him.
I saw the gilded hands had just completed a full circle—
It's past midnight.
Chapter 4 Are You a Serious 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, 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 that he had deciphered with great difficulty, 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???"
Oh.
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 am possessed by something dirty, I am no longer clean, wuwu...
Swish, 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...all kinds of dangerous existences.
The original purpose of establishing all monasteries is to seal and suppress those special beings that cannot 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 now.
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 a Digital Legendary Master resides. Even if the sealed object comes out, it will not be his turn as a novice Paladin to show his abilities.
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 killing intention towards him.
Ask for help, don't let.
I begged for death, but was not allowed to.
Even begging for mercy, he wouldn't let me!
No, you are forcing me to argue with you in letters!
Are you sick?!
[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 extremely enthusiastic towards you must have some plan for you, whether it is 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 making a deal with the evil god? ]
[Are you really ready?]
Evil god.
Herbert narrowed his eyes subconsciously after seeing this somewhat harsh 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.