Diary of Guarding Monster Girls

Although saying this at a time of departure sounds slightly inauspicious, it still conveys the determination of the Thorn Bishop.

Moreover, after saying it, he deliberately turned his head toward Fremay.

The warning implicit was self-evident.

But Fremay just gave the Thorn Bishop a fleeting glance and didn't respond at all, not bothering to pay attention.

She is currently in a silent state, unwilling to speak easily.

Even if she could speak, she actually wouldn't care about the Chief Judge's threats.

Let alone now.

You bald head, don't bother me!

Mouth's sore, don't want to talk.

Herbert also understood the Chief Judge's good intentions, and sincerely thanked him, making numerous sensible assurances.

Like... definitely won't venture into the depths! Won't initiate provocation with Demons! Won't be reckless and not seek help in danger!

As for whether these promises will be kept... who cares?

After entering the Misty Mountains, who can control me?

This journey is truly like a fish entering the sea, a bird soaring into the sky, no longer bound by cage and net!

After finally escaping from the Chief Judge, who was like an old father, Herbert finally led Fremay towards the Misty Mountains.

"Ha, finally made it out!"

Two hours away from the Mist Monastery, Herbert finally relaxed after confirming no one was following.

He took off the pouch and water bladder, placing them into the shadow.

To the Cultivators, this time Herbert's outing was not expected to be long in the Misty Mountains.

Because he didn't carry much food and water, just a light pack.

The truth was otherwise.

Herbert had actually hidden enough bread to survive a month in the shadow long ago.

Of course, that was not the limit of the shadow's capacity, but rather the limit of black bread the kitchen could afford to lose.

This amount of bread was not much, but if there were more, it might attract the attention of the cook Nuns.

He certainly didn't want another legend of the bread thief to spread from the Monastery besides Brother Grass Carp.

And away from people, Fremay's cold expression relaxed considerably, curiously looking around, finding everything very novel.

She had been swimming in the ocean, it was her first time walking on land, everything felt very unfamiliar, she asked Herbert a lot of questions on the way.

Controlling the Alchemy Legs to wander around, her steps at least twice that of Herbert's.

At this moment, she finally quieted down, looking gravely at the increasingly dense mist ahead.

"Fremay, do you feel something?"

"Hmm..."

The mermaid lady pondered for a moment, raising her hand to stir the mist, trying to manipulate these "water mist," but failed.

"The mist here... is not water."

Though she had been in the Third Commandment Hall for a long time, it was Fremay's first time in the Misty Mountains, looking around curiously at the thin mist.

She shook her head, saying a bit troubled: "My power may be somewhat reduced here."

She originally thought she could easily protect Herbert, but didn't expect to be given a shock by the Misty Mountains at the start.

"Don't worry, even if suppressed it doesn't matter, it's still near the sea here."

Herbert consoled with a smile, leisurely saying: "And the place we're heading to, the Water Element is very active, they will surely welcome your arrival."

"As for whether it will welcome us, that's hard to say... hehe."