Diary of Guarding Monster Girls

Chapter 925: Chapter 458: XX Is Too Short! (6.2K, Extra for 254)

Blinked a few times, instantly stiffening his expression.

Friendship?

Friends?

Wait.

Wait, wait, wait!

He doesn’t know?

He really doesn’t know?

Thinks that I am still just in a pure friend relationship with them?

If that’s the case...

"..."

He looked at the Archbishop, who seemed confident of success, and silently pursed his lips.

Herbert nodded with a hint of helplessness in his serious demeanor and bitterly smiled: "Hmm, as expected, I still couldn’t hide it from you, sir."

"You are right. My relationship with them... is indeed very close, especially with a few of them, we’ve become friends who share every thought."

As for how close we are and what type of friends... that’s something you might not really need to know, sir.

As for the specifics, it’s not convenient to explain them to you in detail.

In short, we are close friends who can debate ideas, exhaust every thought, sleep back-to-back, share resources, fill in gaps... and know each other’s strengths and weaknesses!

The Archbishop, seeing Herbert admit with helplessness, nodded slightly and didn’t probe further, instead, he asked:

"Of course, if you really encounter a problem that even they can’t solve... at that time, do you know what to do?"

Herbert raised his eyebrow, testingly said: "Uh, run?"

The Archbishop nodded and then shook his head: "Not entirely right, before running, isn’t there something else that needs doing?"

He gazed deeply at the young man, eyes filled with unspoken words.

And Herbert, infected by this intense gaze, put away his joking thoughts, nodded, and said deeply: "I understand... it’s to turn around!"

The clear and serious voice of the young man echoed endlessly in the Holy Hall.

"Before running, you must turn around first, so you don’t end up running straight into their arms!"

At this moment, the warmth in Deng’s eyes vanished, and he just stared fixedly at the young man without a word.

"Cough, cough! I just wanted to make a joke with you." Herbert coughed twice, trying to ease the awkwardness.

"..."

Deng remained serious, the light in his eyes disappearing.

Moreover, was it an illusion?

Why does it feel like it’s getting colder around here?

Feeling the tangible and intense killing intent, Herbert’s scalp tingled, and he immediately changed his tone, no longer daring to tempt fate.

He patted his chest, dryly laughed, and quickly assured: "Rest assured, when that time really comes, I will definitely seek your help!"

"Definitely will seek your help! Please, make sure to save me then!"

Upon saying this, all the pressure instantly evaporated.

Clouds scattered, the winds calmed.

The Archbishop again showed a kindly smile and cheerfully said, "Hmm, haha, you are indeed an understanding child."

Then, Deng seemed to suddenly lose interest in the conversation, waved his hand at Herbert.

"Go on, you’ve just come back with difficulty, you should rest for a bit."

This was a dismissal.

Actually, I’m not tired, I could joke with you for a bit longer...

Though I really want to deepen my relationship with Angel Investor Deng, since the dismissal has been given, Herbert obediently stood up to say his goodbye.

"..."

And after Herbert left obediently, the Archbishop first remained silent for a while, then slowly stood up.

He slowly took a step forward, then slightly closed his eyes.

Though "Her" aura was somewhat missing, on the whole, it still remained in the Underground Sanctuary, outsiders couldn’t perceive such a subtle difference in a short time.

The seal on Herbert had no issues at all, even he couldn’t detect the specific details just by sensing.

The Archbishop didn’t plan on monitoring Herbert’s movements; he indeed felt bored but wasn’t that bored.

As long as Herbert didn’t actively expose himself, the Archbishop couldn’t perceive his exact location either.

Everything was developing according to his prediction.

No, the current situation was even better than planned!

"Succeeded."

The Archbishop opened his eyes, satisfied, and chuckled softly.

"Haha, it really succeeded."

He stretched his body with force, crisp sounds came from all over, the gloom over him vanished, making him look much younger.

"Herbert’s talent in the aspect of [Divine Vessel] is really too strong, even more exaggerated than I thought."

If he hadn’t witnessed the Sun God treating Herbert as a vessel for divine descent, the Archbishop wouldn’t dare to make this attempt ahead of plan.

The Archbishop murmured softly, shaking his head in amazement, sighed:

"If he hadn’t accidentally become a Paladin, with his talent in affinity with the Divine Spirit, he might have become another [Saintess]... oh, Saint Heir."

"Now, haha! I finally consider myself temporarily emancipated, no longer needing to guard here continuously."

The old man’s body swayed slightly, and his whole surface seemed to flicker, as if it wanted to transform into another form.

However, that mysterious change lasted only a few breaths before it stopped.

"Hmm..."

The old man slightly frowned, then sat back down with a thump, returning to a cross-legged position.

"However, since it’s already successful, no need to be too hasty."

At this step, he, who had previously wanted to wander outside, instead settled down calmly.

"Hmm, let’s wait a little longer."

"First, wait maybe thirty... no, shouldn’t be that cautious."

He pondered for a long time, dismissing his initial thought.

Ultimately, the Archbishop decided to be a bit bolder!

Don’t wait too long!

"Just wait for about twenty years? Twenty years later, even if they find out, it will be too late... no."

The Archbishop sat in the Underworld Sanctuary, seriously contemplating his next moves.