Chapter 1227 - 554: Who Actually Keeps a Diary?

Chapter 1227: Chapter 554: Who Actually Keeps a Diary?

The twilight glow was like melted gold, lazily smeared on the walls of the monastery corridor, tinting the depicted stories with a warm edge.

Nightfall descended upon this ancient monastery.

Yet the empty-nested Deng waited until midnight... but did not finally await the long-anticipated audience.

After showcasing some skills with his hands, Herbert did not continue to push for more progress.

He feared Ophidia would not be able to endure it.

And indeed, she was somewhat unable to withstand it.

For an elderly monster girl, rich in knowledge but with zero practical experience, the pipa-like massage techniques were still too overwhelming.

It was not just a physical relief, but more a teasing and exploration reaching deep into the soul.

Herbert’s technique was less of a massage, rather a "tuning" based on life resonance, attempting to awaken and recalibrate certain instincts and perceptions that had been dormant for who knows how many years.

This strange, uncontrolled stream of pleasure caused great impact on her reasoning, which had been tranquil for countless years.

Not to mention, they were already in a rather ambiguous period.

The effect was outstanding!

During the massage, she unintentionally started murmuring some intriguing and elusive moans.

Initially, Ophidia hadn’t noticed, but after a while, she suddenly became aware.

Upon realizing that the gentle, slightly nasal breathing was coming from her own mouth, she paused in surprise.

Then, as if a chain reaction, the previously ignored, intermittent subtle sounds instantly replayed and amplified in her mind.

She could even recall each time she moaned, the specific pressure points Herbert’s fingers had pressed, and the ensuing peculiar warmth that made her toes curl involuntarily.

!!!

Upon realizing what embarrassing actions she was engaged in, her defense was broken on the spot.

The hot blood of shame surged to her cheeks, her whole body feeling like it had been steamed.

An indescribable heat swept through her entire body instantly, from the ear roots to the neck, and even the skin covered by clothes was likely tinged with a vivid blush.

If she weren’t currently wearing a hood, she would have been completely exposed.

Such indecent sounds!

Could I really make such sounds?

How could I make such sounds!

I...

At such moments, thinking is useless.

Frustrated and embarrassed, Ophidia naturally vented her anger towards Herbert.

Her tail coiled him and then forcefully threw him out.

Thrown out from the half-plane, Herbert traced an ungraceful arc in the air, being "sent" straight out.

When rushed and driven away by the embarrassed Ophidia, Herbert did not stubbornly hold on, but after a symbolic resistance, smoothly allowed himself to be "thrown out."

He offered her an escape route, giving her time to digest alone.

He understood this reaction stemming from extreme embarrassment and thoroughly enjoyed her shy reaction.

Any verbal comfort or explanation at this moment would only fuel the fire.

Quietly leaving, letting time cool her embarrassment, was the best solution.

After all, time is on our side~

After leaving Ophidia’s half-plane, Herbert did not turn around to chat with the Archbishop as initially planned.

Well, since he already had the "protection" of the Ashen Bishop and her guarantee as a shield, he could afford not to give face to Deng—well, that’s the idea.

Ah, not completely, he still ought to give a bit of face.

"I’ll talk to him when he comes to find me!"

Having made up his mind, Herbert happily returned to the Third Commandment Hall.

After being outside working hard for so long, it’s time to enjoy a bit!

However, he didn’t particularly return to seek Monster Girls for a night of company; there’s a matter that concerns him to manage first.

The Endless Maze was silent, Miss Hungry Dragon was still out with Elda, having Sofia watching over, there shouldn’t be any trouble.

Moreover, after that, the Demigod Squirrel would most likely come to reside in Elda without a single epic level combat power on site, it still feels somewhat uneasy.

Even though Miss Squirrel is just on temporary leave, her demigod strength is genuine.

The presence of Valentina, at least forms a strategic deterrent, ensuring Elda stays in relatively safe conditions.

Although the demigod consistently displayed significant goodwill, just in case.

Herbert never entirely relies on the goodwill of others.

One should not have the intent to harm others, but staying cautious is necessary.

Having a demigod’s combat power there, should any incidents occur, would delay things for some time.

Of course, these are just surface reasons; the real reason Herbert lets Valentina roam free in Elda is the message delivered via Mirror Fragment:

"Mmm-mmm, here... mmm, so many flavors of mushrooms!"

Lukalia even attached some blurry image fragments in her message:

Colorful, varied giant mushroom forest, Valentina squatting in front of a mushroom emitting blue fluorescence, its cap as large as a wheel, looking at it greedily.

With a helpless expression, the Mushroom Merchant finally broke off a piece for Valentina, which she immediately stuffed in her mouth, her eyes lighting up instantly like stars.