Chapter 1253 - 564: Don’t Speak, Keep Going...

Chapter 1253: Chapter 564: Don’t Speak, Keep Going...

Oh ho!

The Archbishop is not at home today?

Hmm, not tomorrow either, and maybe not the day after tomorrow!

As the saying goes, when the tiger is away, the monkey claims... no, that’s not right.

Monkeys won’t do, so am I the fox then?

No, the fox borrowing the tiger’s power isn’t quite right either... Forget it, let’s not dwell.

Anyway!

Since Deng is not around, within the Mist Monastery, I, Herbert, am the biggest!

Those old folks retreating deep underground in the monastery don’t need mentioning, the visible high-ranking ones are the three Cardinals.

The most experienced and powerful among them, Ophidia, is also my person, what do the others have to compete with me!

Not to mention, those two might not even oppose my ideas... The Knight Commander is capable but may not want to, the Chief Judge might care but lacks ability.

That means, there won’t be any obstacle at all!

In this case...

Herbert now has two ideas.

One is to massively advance the encroachment on the Mist Mountain Range.

I used to worry that too much commotion would attract the Archbishop’s attention, or rather, disrupt the tacit understanding between us if it’s too loud, but now I don’t need to be so cautious.

I can directly deploy heavy machinery, the "Hungry Dragon Bulldozer," to push ahead relentlessly into the central area of the Mist Mountain Range.

The Heroic Spirit Legion as well as those robots corroded by flesh and blood, you all wait for me!

Oh, and.

Also the Demigod Squirrel, since it’s arrived at Elda, then it’s our good partner, it’s not too much to ask for a bit of help, right?

If unwilling to exert effort, it’s not excessive to help us take the lead, right?

Just consider it as joining the fun, Miss Squirrel surely won’t refuse?

The other is that Herbert plans to allow Monster Girls more freedom to operate within the monastery.

He intends... to completely free them from the status of "prisoners," even if they cannot be fully absolved, he wants their identities to shift to "Cultivators" in the process of redemption.

Even though the Third Commandment Hall has been remodeled, it’s still nominally a prison, and they are inmates held within.

In the past, lacked ability, qualification, opportunity, it was just that.

Now, with the time, place, and people all favorable, is there any reason not to act?

Let’s do it!

Herbert wants the monastery’s Cultivators to become increasingly accustomed to the presence of Monster Girls, allowing them greater freedom of movement.

And without any surprises, the monastery’s Cultivators can only silently accept this high-level notice, beginning to passively embrace this transformation.

Thinking of the forthcoming smooth progress, Herbert raised his chin slightly, unable to resist a proud chuckle.

"Hum hum~ Haha, keke... Ouch."

While chuckling mischievously, he suddenly felt a mellow fingertip gently tapping his head.

Thunk.

Ophidia was startled by Herbert’s sudden, eerie laughter, annoyedly tapped him lightly, and complained: "Why are you laughing so weirdly all of a sudden? Don’t laugh like that."

With that laugh, it feels like the whole aura changed.

No laughing!

Hold it back!

"Hmm?"

Herbert blinked, hearing this seemingly fierce but entirely non-threatening warning, which made him want to laugh even more.

Laugh?

You ask why I laugh?

Haha!

I laugh at the Knight Commander’s lack of strategy, and the Chief Judge’s lack of intelligence; they are hardly threats at all!

I especially laugh at the aging Deng, who is domineering and somehow completely forgets about the real threat I pose.

Keke...

Thunk.

"Cough, cough, I won’t laugh, cough, I won’t laugh, hmm."

After being lightly tapped on the head again, Herbert, warned, completely stopped his giggling, nodding helplessly.

No laughing means no laughing.

Humph!

Just as Herbert was about to not say anything at all, suddenly he felt a chill around his waist.

Hmm?

He glanced down, and saw the multicolored snake tail had sneaked inside his clothes at some point, wrapping against his bare skin around his waist.

"Hmm? Ophidia, what are you up to... hmm?"

"Don’t speak."

Ophidia whispered, lifting a hand to gently cover Herbert’s mouth, repeating slowly again: "Don’t speak, stay quiet."

Just from hearing the dialogue, she seems like a diligently working librarian punishing an offender making noise in the library.

But seeing the scene, it completely turns into a different spectacle.

The snake tail wrapped around the waist, lifting Herbert a bit, then Ophidia embraced him from behind, resting her chin against the dip of his shoulder.

Her hands wrapped in front pressed one above the other onto Herbert’s chest and waist with firm muscle, nervously not daring to exert force but not panicking enough to escape.

After realizing the Archbishop isn’t in the monastery, some part deep down in her heart has been eager.

Herbert naively got lured by her; in a way, it’s a self-set trap.

Yet, Ophidia maintains the refinement of being a Cardinal.

She wouldn’t admit to deliberately taking advantage, such action completely mismatches her status.

So, she found herself a plausible, legitimate excuse, uh, a rightful reason.

"Earlier, you... liberally gave me a massage; now it’s my turn to help you out."

Ophidia, slightly lacking in confidence, murmured softly, then hugged Herbert tighter, beginning her "equal retaliation".

Your hands seemed quite naughty when you gave me a massage before!

Now, it’s my turn!

Simultaneously, feeling such retribution wasn’t quite enough, the idle snake tail moved skillfully, as if with a consciousness of its own, gently slipping—into the trousers.

Herbert: ???