The words become more gorgeous, and one can vaguely feel the happy mood of the person behind them.
"Of course, it's so obvious, and I'm not an idiot, it's hard not to notice."
[Hehe, it seems that you now understand my greatness.]
"I understand. I understand very well."
Herbert gritted his teeth, veins popped out on his temples, and his face was full of determination.
It's so damn dark.
Let the coquettish female minotaur and female goblin charge at me together...
This kind of dream is definitely not something a human can come up with!
It's so twisted.
Although the Evil God showed a trace of mercy and did not really do it in the end, he did not let Herbert really collapse.
Even so, it has left irreversible damage to his spirit.
The mind is not clear!
The folds in his brain were filled with memory fragments that were as polluted as those of the past.
Herbert shook his head, took a deep breath, and diverted his attention elsewhere.
[As long as you understand, hehehehe...]
[With my blessing, a mere legendary sea monster is nothing~]
Speaking of his pride, the evil god even drew a smug stick figure expression on the paper.
[However, the fact that the charm power is ineffective has nothing to do with me~ You might as well think about it, what other protections do you have? ]
Other protections... Oh!
Herbert thought about it and realized that it was the pure protection on his body that he despised.
The mind is pure and not subject to any temptation.
Herbert originally thought that this ability would at most give him more resistance to charm, but he didn't expect that he would actually have antibodies against it.
Immune to charm!
Then this would explain why the monastery's higher-ups dared to let him manage the prison alone.
With the protection of the Pure Oath, as long as Herbert does not break the oath on his own initiative, he will not be bewitched by anyone and will not be toyed with by the monster women in the prison.
So, just like the office worker who drinks three cups of black coffee and still brings his own quick-acting heart pills to work overtime at the company, do real tools have their own resistance
[That's right, although I look down on Him, as long as this stigma protection is still there, all the charm power will be ineffective against you. ]
"But that's not right? Wasn't I bewitched by you last night?"
You almost tricked me out of the room!
[You compare them to me? How much do you look down on me? ]
"oh… "
walk slowly.
You are the evil god and you are awesome.
The corners of Herbert's mouth twitched, and he managed to hold back from asking - if you are so awesome, why can you only go online after midnight
Is it because you don’t want to
Or is it that your mom doesn’t allow you to play with your phone, so you can only play with it secretly in the middle of the night
The two continued to argue for a while, and finally Herbert took the lead in changing the subject and wrote seriously: "I say, let's stop talking about these useless things, shouldn't we talk about business?"
[Oh? What do you want to talk about? ]
"Your purpose, what you need me to do, and the compensation you can provide me."
[Are you threatening me? ]
"Not yet. We are just negotiating at this stage. If you really want to threaten me, we can do it after we fail to reach an agreement."
After talking about business, Herbert's laziness disappeared, his expression became calm, and he didn't care at all about what he was bargaining with.
You know, even if the evil god belongs to the realm of evil, no one can ignore that this is a god looking down on the human world.
The natives of this world may be in awe of such a being from the bottom of their hearts, and believe that the other party is irresistible.
But the reincarnated Herbert did not have such thoughts in his mind, and his attitude towards them was one of fear rather than respect.
[You are very confident~ Are you so sure that I will follow your ideas? ]
Herbert's left hand trembled, and a drop of ink fell from the tip of the pen, quickly spreading on the paper, and shockingly gathered into a piece of weird text automatically.
[Do you really think you are qualified to negotiate terms? ]
You don't really think that you, a mere mortal, have the qualifications to negotiate with the gods
The evil god made no secret of his contempt and questioned the arrogance of mortals.
And mortals... don't care.
"laugh!"
Even sneered.
"certainly."
Herbert's expression didn't change much, and he stopped playing the pen fairy game of writing letters. He just said calmly: "Because it's not me who needs help, but you."
He leaned back, lifted the front legs of the stool, and swung it back and forth leisurely.
"Don't rush to refute, let me help you sort it out."
"You are the one who came uninvited. You are the one who kept asking me to play this boring game with you. You are the one who was sealed and trapped... also you."
The room was quiet, with only his mumbling echoing.
"Besides, this day has confirmed one thing for me—you are much weaker than I thought."
"Do you really think that I did nothing during the day except hiding in a corner and shivering?"
"I'll give you a little hint. Guess why I asked you about the siren in the first place?"
The young man grinned in disdain, just as he had laughed at the stupidity and arrogance of the gods before, just as the evil god had looked down on mortals.
"Do you really think I'm bored?"
Buzz—
A faint buzzing sound was heard in my ears, as if the wrath of some being had interfered with reality.
But Herbert turned a blind eye to this and continued talking to himself.
"Your reaction gave me the answer. You are not omniscient and omnipotent."
"You don't know about my encounter with the Siren, what happened at that time, and what I talked to her about... In other words, you actually have no way of knowing what I'm thinking."
"Even if you really are an evil god, you are not as terrifying and invincible as I initially thought."
"Am I right? My dear evil god."
Click.
"Now… "
The swaying chair leg fell down, the boy raised his right leg and asked leisurely:
"Am I qualified to negotiate with you?"
Chapter 9 I have no choice, and neither do you!
After several attempts, Herbert was sure of one thing.
The gods are not omnipotent.
According to his understanding, the gods of this world are not the supreme incarnation of the world's rules.
They are merely individuals who master the laws of a certain field and possess great power.
Gods will also fall and be sealed and suppressed by others.
Not invincible.
It's not... unprofane.
Theory exists, practice begins!
The buzzing sound in his ears had long since disappeared, and the enraged great being had not brought down divine punishment to smash him into ashes.
"Also, before you answer, have you thought about how you're going to seduce me?"
"Wealth? Status? Power?"
"Let me do the math for you. There's no need to mention my status. Even if I leave this monastery, I'm still the son of a duke, and I may very well become the new duke in the future."
"The same goes for wealth. I will definitely not be short of money. Even if I cannot become a duke, at the very least I can be a local lord and live out my life in a leisurely manor."
"The only thing that is somewhat attractive to me is strength, but I am a paladin recognized by the monastery and I am qualified to have access to the complete inheritance."
"After all this calculation, have you discovered that you are not as important to me as you thought?"
"No."
Herbert smiled significantly.
"Perhaps it is because you know this better than anyone else that you have been avoiding talking about it and pretending to be indifferent, waiting for me to anxiously beg you out of fear, and then you can take advantage of me..."
"My friend, I advise you to save your energy and stop waiting."
The evil god was speechless and did not give any response.
But in fact, silence itself is a kind of response.
This point is clear to both evil gods and mortals.
"Of course, I said all this not to threaten you. I have some self-awareness."
Herbert did not press further, his attitude became as relaxed and lazy as before, and he said casually:
"My request is the same as what I said before - be honest, let's talk openly and honestly."
"how?"
We are all smart people, so let’s not waste our energy.
More sincerity, less routine.
The gods did not respond, and the mortals did not urge them, and the room fell into silence.
Click, click, click.
With the gentle ticking of the clock, time passes by minute by minute.
[You... are beyond my expectation.]
After a long time, words finally appeared on the paper.
[Perhaps, I really shouldn't treat you as an ordinary paladin...]
The evil god expressed his generosity, but Herbert interrupted him without giving him face.
"Look, it's still acting."
"You really don't have to act like I saw through you and you were surprised to change your attitude. It's meaningless."
"Please stop acting."
Still pretending!
Finally, after being exposed several times, the evil god couldn't act anymore and drew a big angry expression on the paper.
[… Tsk, you, a paladin, are really boring! ]
"Well, thank you for the compliment?"
A certain humorous god angrily complained about mortals' lack of understanding of the ways of the world.