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

Yes, in this regard, she has a huge advantage.

The church is her natural backing, and her hard-core supporters in the west, south and east also owe her favors.

If she wants to be queen, it is indeed much easier than having a parliament.

But in that case, wouldn't the responsibility of the entire country rest on her?

What she wants in this life is not a throne.

She just wants to push all the troublesome things to others, and lie down and have fun.

It is better for Margaret to be any queen than for her to be herself.

And the biggest reason why she wants the parliament is nothing more than this - this system can perfectly shift the responsibility to the people.

You are not satisfied?But aren’t all these shitty things done by the people you elected!

It's not difficult to understand that you are willing to bet and admit defeat, and you are responsible for your own choices, right?

Well, if you really don't like it, you can change it!

Look how perfect it is!

Serena has no doubts that the parliamentary system is the historical crystallization of human instinct to throw blame.

With this kind of system standing in front of her, Serena will always be a beloved saint with a perfect reputation.

And the position where the real ruling is going to be the scapegoat can attract a large number of social sages to compete for it, and even take the initiative to give her, a saint, a share of the benefits in order to get that position.

Why do you have to work so hard when you can lie down and eat?

It's a pity that there are too many things mixed in with politics.

On the spur of the moment, Serena had to break apart a lot of things she thought were fundamental and explain them to Margaret.

Even so, the whole evening passed without Marguerite in a daze.

Considering that Margaret's IQ was close to the ceiling of this world, Serena couldn't help feeling a little frustrated.

"The people next to me are so hard to convince. It seems that this matter is really difficult."

"I have to think about it, where can I make a compromise, so as to reach the general cognition level of human beings in this world..."

Serena thought hard about midnight, but still couldn't clear her mind, and finally had to fall into a deep sleep.

It's just that the dreaming this time felt particularly unusual.

In a daze, Serena felt as if a path appeared in front of her. The path meandered among the beautiful flowers, trees and grass. From time to time, cute animals such as hares could be seen on the side of the road.

After walking along the road for an unknown amount of time, a white gate appeared in front of him.

Before Serena could get close, the door opened by itself.

A tidy brick and stone road led her to a simple yet exquisite villa.

After stepping into the gate of the villa, Serena saw a green velvet blanket spread in the center of the room like a fragrant grass.

At the end of the blanket, there is a large seat.

There was a ponytailed woman in a hunting suit, leaning on the seat, looking at Serena with scrutiny.

Well, take a closer look, although this one is not considered a great beauty, she has delicate features and graceful figure.

The big olive eyes exude a heroic spirit, and the forearm exposed under the rolled-up sleeves has just the right amount of muscle and a healthy wheat color...

This kind of woman must behave very well in bed, right?

Saliva quickly secreted in Serena's mouth.

Serena didn't know what was going on in this dream, but it was a worthwhile trip to see such a charming person with great style.

However, even though it was a woman she had never seen before, Serena instinctively felt that she was actually very familiar with this woman.

Who is it?

Suddenly, cold sweat broke out from her forehead.

'Yaoshou, isn't this Saint Gillian?How did she wake up! '

Chapter 19 I have made contributions to the church!

"Dear Lord Saint Gillian, you summoned me, is there anything I need to do?"

At this time, Serena was in a very sad mood.

I thought I had climbed to the position of CTO in a company owned by the boss Shenyin, and I could finally lie flat and have fun.

Unexpectedly, the boss suddenly came back from vacation!

The beautiful lying flat life originally conceived disappeared like soap bubbles with just a click of biu.

But there is no way, people always have to look forward.

Although I don't know why St. Gillian woke up, but now that I've reached this point, let's be St. Gillian's dog for now...

Perhaps St. Gillian just got up and glanced at it, and then lay down again to sleep?

With this in mind, Serena still showed a submissive and sweet smile, waiting for the boss's order.

Unfortunately, St. Gillian's first sentence made her stunned.

"Let me tell you, what's going on down there now? Why can you be my saint even if you're a succubus?"

Succubus?

Serena froze for a moment, then realized that her current state was indeed not in human form.

Touching the top of the head, two delicate little horns are standing there.

Looking down, the lamb's hooves were also looming under the nightgown.

Then, as no surprise, Serena felt her long-lost little tail, and it began to swing restlessly inside the robe.

"Ah this?"

Serena was dumbfounded for a moment.

She obviously didn't perform the transformation ceremony for herself?

"No, I should still be human!"

Serena couldn't help being amazed.

St. Gillian looked at Serena again with suspicious eyes, and said:

"I don't know the state of your body, but your soul is like this. The important thing is that the soul is a succubus. As for whether the body is human or not, I don't care—I said, how did you get into the position of a saint? Is it on? Is the review so loose now?"

"Well, Lord Saint Gillian, maybe you have misunderstood."

Serena bit the bullet and argued.

"I passed the selection of saintess seriously, and achieved outstanding achievements during the inspection period, and then I was accepted as a disciple by the chief saintess of the previous generation, and I became a saint after going through all the inspection and confirmation procedures!"

"Besides, you never stipulated that succubi cannot be saints. In fact, demons are also human beings in your classification, aren't they?"

Saint Gillian hesitated.

As a god, she certainly knew that Serena was telling the truth.

But although she regards the demons as human beings, there are restrictions.

Could it be that now that the world is unified down here, they don't care about the division of races?

"Huh, let's not talk about this for now."

St. Gillian jumped up from the seat, and then slapped Serena with a few magical spells without saying a word.

Immediately, auras of various colors flickered on Serena's body.

"Hmph, prone to chaos, hovering between good and evil, extremely heavy killing, and extremely strong desires—it seems that you must be a master of deception, so that you can bypass the church's selection mechanism and ascend to this core position."

"Tell me, what do you want to do to my church, little succubus?"

Seeing that St. Gillian's eyes had narrowed dangerously, Serena suddenly panicked.

It’s just that!

We just met, and you throw a bunch of detection spells at people, how polite, how polite!

Even if you are the boss, it is not good to violate the privacy of employees like this.

But Seri Rina is also very clear that this result is not the time to entangle this kind of problem at all.

According to the relevant description recorded in the scriptures, Saint Gillian is a violent old lady who will strike at the slightest disagreement.

If I can't give an explanation immediately, I'm afraid I will be ashamed on the spot!

"Injustice!"

At the critical moment, Serena decided to go out of the procedure first and complain about injustice.

"Although I dare not say that I am a good person, I am really loyal to the church!"

"I have shed blood for the church, and I have made meritorious service for the church. This is well documented!"

"If you don't believe it, you can ask the previous saintess or the current Pope. I can understand this kind of thing, but if you don't believe it, they can't justify it, right?"

Seeing what Serena said, St. Gillian snorted coldly and responded:

"If you can become the chief saint, then even if these two guys are not your accomplices, they are also extraordinary fools."

"Call them here, and there will definitely be testimony in your favor. Do you think it's fun to deceive the gods?"

"no!"

Serena immediately called out to Qu.

"I really do my best for the church. If you don't trust the Pope and the others, you can find someone you know..."

"Someone I know? Are you asking me to ask the dead for questioning?"

Saint Gillian's smile became even colder.

Even if she didn't know exactly how long she had been asleep, she vaguely knew that it was a long time ago.

In such a long period of time, even the soul of the deceased will wear away the memories of the past with reincarnation, and fundamentally become a completely different existence from before.

That's simply not possible.

"Well, actually, I know someone you should know."

Serena said cautiously.

"You must remember, Meredith? You must trust her to testify against me."

"Meredith?"

Saint Gillian froze for a moment.

Of course she remembered this particular vampire.

Just remember it!

Relying on the knowledge of soul science, Serena quickly made the print of the contract between herself and Meredith appear on her arm.

She raised her arm, pointed to the print with her other finger, and then smiled slightly flatteringly at Saint Gillian.

"Well, I actually signed a soul contract with her. Look, can I locate her quickly..."

After St. Gillian saw the tattoo, her face turned dark first—as a god, she could tell at a glance what kind of unequal treaty this contract was.

My old friend actually fell into this situation...

At this moment, she really wanted to pick up Serena, the little succubus, and beat her up.

But she still knows the difference.

First pull Meredith up for questioning, and then naturally know what information Serena said was deliberately concealed and distorted.

To some extent, Meredith's semi-slavery status dispelled St. Gillian's suspicion of Meredith.

No one would deliberately say good things about the people who enslaved them, would they?