But so things were beyond her expectations—Eliza’s thoughts.
"I just didn’t expect Eliza, after knowing Vilamay’s race, wouldn’t make any connections..."
Doesn’t Eliza find it strange?
These are two Dark Elves, wouldn’t she think there’s any connection between them?
However, Herbert wasn’t surprised by this and calmly explained to her:
"It’s quite normal, after all, she doesn’t know how many Dark Elves are actually held in this monastery."
Dark Elves aren’t a particularly rare race; having two in a prison isn’t sothing unusual.
By the way, they are quite a peculiar bunch among Elves, with exceptionally strong breeding capabilities, and they don’t mind the race of their partners, willing to mingle with any race.
Let’s not even ntion humanoids, even races with vastly different sizes are not impossible for them to try.
Moreover, even among other Elf branches, individual numbers aren’t low, they can all be considered large clans.
Having fewer births isn’t a problem, as long as they live long, they’re bound to accumulate so population over ti.
Thus, the three of them were almost simultaneously engaged in three separate conversations:
("Svanni, what do you think Herbert is going to do in the Dark Territory this ti?")
("Maybe he’s going to carry out a mission for the Monastery? You just need to protect him, don’t worry about the rest.")
("Oh—")
...
("Sir Herbert, are we going to use the Monastery’s teleportation array to travel to the city near the caves afterward?")
("Hmm, that’s my plan, and I’ve already applied in advance for the right to use it, do you think it’s fine?")
("Understood, that’s perfect.")
...
"Eliza, are you still upset? Want to tell you a cold joke?"
"...Tch, whatever."
"There was a Vampire who had been hungry for a long ti, finally saw a person, after biting said: ’Oh dear, this person is so poor, even their blood is anemic.’"
"What nonsense are you speaking?"
...
At the sa ti, Herbert was secretly chatting with Svanni, and Eliza was whispering with Svanni, while Eliza was also superficially responding to Herbert’s questions.
Oh, no, actually, it was four conversations.
Herbert had to engage in another conversation, he was multitasking, occasionally bickering with an insatiable Nenasha.
["Yo~ You’re pretty happy now, huh? With so many won around you?"]
("Tch, don’t bother now, can’t you see I’m busy? Stop causing trouble!")
["Hehe."]
Busy, really busy!
Whoever said three people, a man and two won, would reenact a fiery winter?
This fiery winter trio can’t match up to this chaos, can it? (Hands on hips)
Clearly, it’s a film of three people (plus one Harmonious God), yet it’s sowhat overly noisy.
Herbert appeared calm on the surface, but was extrely focused inside, fearing he might say the wrong thing to the wrong person.
The consequences wouldn’t be serious, but it would be quite awkward.
Herbert enjoyed seeing others embarrassed, but when it ca to himself... he’d rather not.
Just when everyone thought everything was going smoothly, as they were about to head to the Dark Territory, an unexpected turn of events occurred.
"Sir Herbert! Please wait a mont!"
Fao jogged to the trio, awkwardly raised his hand to block their path.
"Sorry, you can’t leave yet..."
Herbert: ?
Eliza: !!?
Did sothing get exposed?
Although she wasn’t sure if sneaking the "Svanni clone" out of the Disciplinary Hall could be considered a jailbreak.
But she knew that once it was discovered she had secretly taken soone’s clone out, it would surely cause problems.
What should they do?
She nervously swallowed, her gaze shifting around, slightly hunching to make her modified bosom less conspicuous.
You won’t notice them!
While Eliza was worrying about potential issues, Herbert was also sowhat puzzled.
"Hmm?"
However, his focus was elsewhere—Huh? I got stopped inside the Monastery?
Oh wow, that’s rare.
"Fao, what’s the matter? Are you looking for for sothing?"
"Um..."
Herbert noticed Fao’s uncomfortable expression, and his eyebrows rose.
Looks like the situation might be a bit troubleso.
Fao hesitated for a mont, not explaining much, simply stating in an official tone: "Sir Herbert, it’s not looking for you, the Bishop has instructed to notify you to et him, he has a special task for you."
Bishop?
The Ashen Bishop doesn’t interact with Cultivators, and the Thorn Bishop is currently daydreaming underground... so, is it the Rusted Nail Bishop?
He didn’t know why the Knight Commander specifically stopped him at this mont to say sothing.
What task must be selected now?
Could it be, he doesn’t want to venture into the Dark Territory anymore?
But that doesn’t make sense either.
Previously, when I applied with him, he looked constipated, but in the end, he tacitly agreed, didn’t he?
He wouldn’t have second thoughts, would he?
With these questions in mind, Herbert followed Fao, accompanied by Eliza and two Monster Girl bodyguards, to the Knight Order’s training ground.
Before Herbert even reached there, he unexpectedly heard an angry argunt.
"Hmm? Who’s arguing?"
Herbert instinctively asked himself, and Fao awkwardly turned his head aside.
Why are you embarrassed?
Curious, Herbert suddenly heard clearer words reaching his ears—it wasn’t a quarrel between two people but one person fiercely accusing.
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