The target is a goddess!Sacred Path of the Scrap Succubus

He shook his head, finally deciding not to change what he wrote.

It's nothing more than asking the people in the "copper pipe house" to spend more time.

As the king's most trusted subordinate, he couldn't let go of anything suspicious, no matter what it was.

"The result of this selection of saintess may be far beyond some people's expectations."

"Facts have proved that the true foundation of St. Gillian's Church is still in the vast countryside, in those ordinary families."

"As long as the base is large enough, there will always be enough outstanding talents appearing under their command, and this is exactly the strength we need to rely on—it is also the threat we need to guard against the most."

After reading the last sentence, the judge nodded and took out a silver casket.

Open the box, it is full of transparent liquid, between water and oil.

He put the letter paper into the liquid, then picked up his pipe, and carefully lit a few sparks into it.

In an instant, blue flames suddenly rose up, engulfing the thin piece of letter paper directly.

And two seconds later, the flame and the letter paper all disappeared, and only the residual heat in the air proved that what happened just now was not an illusion.

"In this way, another task of mine is completed..."

The judge relaxed on the back of the seat.

…………

On the same day, a tattered letter appeared on the desk of General Maximian in the capital.

The majestic old man backed away from the left and right, opened the envelope full of nostalgia, and took out the letter paper inside.

In just a few minutes, he finished reading the content, and then burst out laughing.

"Ha, that's what people do when they get old, right?"

"Even Granite Warren has finally learned to ask for help when it comes to issues related to his next generation!"

"Serena? Sounds like a good name..."

The general shook his head with a smile, and rang the bell on the table.

"Call Andy, there are some things that require him to use his brain."

Chapter 16 An episode before the selection begins

"I'm so nervous, tomorrow is the first round of selection..."

Listening to the whispers in the corridor, Serena couldn't help showing a confident smile.

She didn't care much about the first round of selection.

In the final analysis, this round of selection is only to test the basic skills of these saintess candidates, and there is no difficulty at all.

Compared to this kind of thing, she was more curious about Margaret's current state.

The kid had avoided her since the last time he was back in the line, always avoiding her presence.

It's easy to say on the way, as long as you hide in the luxury carriage of the Earl's house, it is completely impossible for Serena to take the initiative to approach.

But now everyone has arrived at the Saint Salome Monastery on the outskirts of the capital.

No matter how preferential treatment is in other places, it is easy to say, but in this monastery under the Pope's nose, everyone should be equal on the surface.

Even the daughter of an earl like Margaret has to live in a simple dormitory with these country children tonight.

Moreover, it is the kind where more than a dozen people live in one room.

"It's a pity it's not Datong Shop, otherwise..."

Serena licked her lips lightly.

Last time in the dream, Margaret's reaction made her feel very interesting - she was obviously a child of a noble family, but in that state she was actually more shy than Aurora, a little girl from a family.

It seems that Earl Grant really protected his daughter very well.

"The more this kind of child, the more worth playing with..."

Serena couldn't help recalling that youthful feeling again, and there was inevitably some excitement in her heart.

In her previous life, she was completely succubi, and she was actually quite addicted to this kind of thing, that is to say, in this life, in order to achieve her goal, she had to exercise restraint.

But the deliciousness is right in front of you, even if you don't eat it, you should smell it.

Thinking of this, Serena immediately cheered up and searched for her cuties.

Unexpectedly, ten minutes later, she saw Aurora and Margaret standing in the corner and whispering in the garden.

Out of curiosity, she tiptoed around to the bushes near them and listened quietly.

"...I said, that kind of thing has nothing to do with me. Just do whatever you want, I don't care!"

Margaret's tone was somewhat impatient, as if she wanted to end the conversation as soon as possible.

But Aurora's tone became more and more aggressive.

"You shouldn't be so negative. You have the ability, the resources, and the natural conditions to do something better than us."

"Since you also agree that there are some problems in the current church, shouldn't we work together to change all this?"

Serena immediately understood that Aurora had approached Margaret to try to sell her dream.

She couldn't help shaking her head.

Aurora's ideal is beautiful, but she still has a lot to learn in terms of how to realize it.

Strong will, shining charm, these are her advantages.

But barren resources, too strong and straightforward expression, will only have the opposite effect.

Of course, Aurora didn't have to force anyone.

Maybe it was because she felt that Margaret was a comrade in arms who had experienced life and death, so she took the initiative.

Serena shook her head and quietly left here.

Just let Aurora feel the defeat.

In this way, tonight's dream will be even sweeter, hehe...

Early the next morning, Serena woke up refreshed, and then quickly glanced at Aurora who was nearby.

"Oh, the cutie is really...hehe, it's a pity that Margaret is a little far away, otherwise..."

Judging from the rustling movement under the thin quilt, the child is probably suffering from some kind of difficulty [=&

However, soon Aurora got up, and nodded to the surrounding companions as if nothing had happened.

If it weren't for her complexion still being abnormally rosy, and the bag next to the bed also unusually messy, Serena might really think that she was completely immune to last night's dream.

When Aurora's gaze met Serena's, Serena even read a trace of confusion and resentment from it.

But Aurora's experience was obviously not enough for her to realize what happened in her vague dream, so after the morning wash, she talked and laughed as usual.

After the morning prayers, the candidates for the saintess boarded four carriages and went to the main venue for the selection—the Spring Spring Cathedral in the east of the capital of King Markonia.

…………

"Hello, Sir Andy, I am very glad to have you here to watch the ceremony."

Andy Mien, who was dressed in military uniform, shook hands politely with the white-robed bishop in front of him, and then sat in his own seat.

As a representative of the military, he theoretically just came here today to take a look and express his minimum concern.

Of course, if he really puts forward any opinions, it is impossible for St. Gillian's Church to turn a blind eye.

Andy looked at the saintess candidates who were queuing up to take their seats from a distance, trying to figure out which one was his target this time.

But he quickly gave up—he only knew that the ones he needed to pay attention to were redheads, and after these girls were all wearing church-specific headscarves, he really couldn't tell which one was redhead.

After thinking about it, he decided to sit quietly and be a handsome man - anyway, if the target really played, he would definitely announce his name.

"Mr. Humphrey, it's a great honor to meet you this time."

Just when Andy was distracted, the representatives from the secretary's office also came to the scene.

Andy suddenly tensed up.

If there is any trouble today, it is the representative of the civil society.

Due to certain innate factors, these guys holding pens will always find fault with them, sword holders, for no reason.

'I hope this time, this guy won't be too stubborn...'

I think so, but Andy really dare not say that he can get what he wants.

Humphrey is the senior secretary in the clerk's hall, the king's favorite, and has always been known for his inhumanity.

Although Andy can be regarded as the king's confidant, his status is really not comparable to that of Humphrey.

After thinking about this, his heart suddenly felt a little heavier.

'I hope that child named Serena can live up to expectations. '

…………

At this time, Serena, with a confident smile on her face, glanced at the saintess candidates on her right hand who were directly selected from the capital with a slightly contemptuous gaze.

These eldest ladies obviously haven't figured out the seriousness of the matter, they are still chatting and laughing, and from time to time, some people point and point around Serena.

Obviously, they look down on the country people here.

That's right, even an earl's daughter like Margaret is still a countryman in their eyes.

The king is the center of the kingdom, and in a sense, what is not in the center is indeed the countryside.

According to the past practice, if a countryman can get a quota, he is already very lucky.

More than two, never!

"Hehe, I'm afraid this time you will be so frightened that the powder on your face will fall off..."

Just when Serena was secretly slandering, the bishop on the viewing platform also stood up and announced in a loud voice:

"Selection begins!"

Chapter 17 Serena's Big Crisis

"...The above is my best wishes to everyone."

After a lot of clichés were over, the bishop finally started to get to the point, and Serena also showed a smile of winning.

Next, it's her SHOW TIME!

"Then, I will announce the questions for the first exam."

He glanced at the saintess candidates in the waiting area, seeing that everyone had stopped chatting and focused all their attention on him, so he continued with satisfaction.

"Sacrifice dance! That's right, this time we're going to assess everyone's physical fitness first. I hope everyone can take the written test more soberly after fully exercising their bodies..."

Serena's smile froze on her face.

It's not that she can't dance, but she really doesn't know what the sacrificial dance looks like.

In the small town, there is only one serious priest, Papa Warren.

Although there are festivals every year and festival, 【>

Also, with Papa Warren's physique, if he really dances, he will only look like a clumsy bear trying to do something fierce. It's strange that he would be willing to dance.

'It doesn't matter, I can watch how other people dance! '

Serena immediately thought that she could learn now!

With her brain and physical quality, she can be completely copied as it is.

Alphabetically or age-wise, it's not her turn to lead the charge here.

Just look at what other people do...

Thinking of this, Serena glanced at her companions around her.