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

"Ah, what did I do last night!"

Early in the morning, Serena hugged the catwoman on the bed and wailed.

It was supposed to be a very important meeting, but in the end, it was completely messed up!

Margaret is easy to talk about, she is nearby, and she can just go to the door and get it done.

But Aurora is in the capital...

If you can't communicate face to face, many things will be difficult to arrange.

Serena only hoped that the old woman St. Gillian would not be able to perceive what happened below, especially the matter of her fishing.

Of course, Serena's ability to comfort her emotions has always been good.

Within a few minutes, she had arranged the steps for herself.

"Well, I will go directly to Margaret in the morning, and while I have breakfast with her, I will explain the matter clearly."

"Then, write a letter to Aurora and affix the seal of the chief saint, so that she should also confirm that she was not dreaming last night."

"Then, hurry up and discuss the treaty of the peace agreement with representatives from other places."

"Fulfill the provisions as soon as possible, and the rest can be handed over to others."

After such a tidying up, Serena immediately felt that she hadn't left any serious business behind.

"Well, if you think about it carefully, you should write a letter to Stephanie. She should know something about how to deal with gods."

There are only a few beings who have lived long enough and seen enough, and most of them don’t know about it—if they know, they probably won’t tell the truth. Meredith and Stephanie should be the one with the most experience.

Well, Adgrass might know more, but wouldn't that be inaccessible?

In addition, you should also write to Urilan—the barbarians have been neighbors with Santa Catherine for many years, and maybe they know some useful information there.

Also, Elaine can contact the other priests on the half-orc side to see if they know anything about Ingram's fall.

After carefully sorting out the work in front of her, Serena immediately showed a confident smile.

The spirit of migrant workers, Ollie!

Isn't it just a task, it must be completed beautifully!

With this mentality, Serena quickly implemented these things one by one.

And that night, she was picked up again by St. Gillian.

"Well, is there any progress?"

Regarding St. Gillian's question, Serena was completely calm at this time.

She calmly introduced the current arrangement and possible difficulties in detail, and then carefully observed St. Gillian's reaction.

"Well, indeed, we can only start from these aspects."

Serena noticed that after hearing these reports, St. Gillian just nodded thoughtfully.

She immediately guessed boldly that Saint Gillian's ability might not be as strong as she imagined when she scared herself.

Therefore, in the introduction of the next stage plan, Serena deliberately used some ambiguous terms.

Also as she expected, St. Gillian did not point out any problems here, but praised her instead.

'Well, it looks like she can only tell if I'm lying, not what's going on in my mind. '

'She can only observe the world in a limited range, unable to see any corner of the world at once. '

'Actually, her knowledge and vision are not very good.In terms of feeling【#

After knowing the bottom of her heart, Serena deliberately taught St. Gillian about the invasion of the abyss back then.

After several trials, Saint Gillian's score in Serena's heart has dropped from 95 points, which was an overestimated state at the beginning, all the way down to a failing state.

Serena realized that St. Gillian's ability to acquire information was extremely limited, and her understanding of the laws of the world was only superficial.

She has amazing military instincts and a tendency to strike first.

But in terms of strategy, civil affairs, logistics, etc., her knowledge is obviously lower.

As for law, economics, and philosophy, which are compulsory subjects for rulers, St. Gillian is roughly equivalent to a baby—that is, he knows nothing.

'Strength is god, but otherwise human. '

Serena quickly positioned St. Gillian as an ordinary person with a nuclear weapon button.

After clarifying that the goddess is only this level, Serena's mind immediately became active.

Huhu, now it seems that as long as the development of the matter is reasonable and reasonable, Saint Gillian will not doubt my words at all. '

'Moreover, apart from the priority of finding other pillar gods, she didn't care much about other aspects, and she didn't intend to delve into it. '

'Perhaps, there may even be a chance in the future...'

A bold thought jumped out of Serena's mind, startling herself.

'No, not yet.The information is not sufficient enough to act rashly, nor can it show any clues. '

This time, when Serena left the divine residence and opened her eyes in her comfortable bed, she immediately clenched her fists excitedly.

"Ha, I thought that after Aurora got her, there was nothing worth working hard for in this world."

"Now it seems that there is a lot to do, a lot to do!"

Maybe she was too excited, her voice was a little uncontrollable, and Camille beside her was woken up.

She rubbed her sleepy eyes and asked:

"Sister Serena, is there any urgent mission?"

"Oh, no, I just remembered something happy. That's all."

Serena pushed Camille back into the bed, and then leaned comfortably in Camille's arms, looking forward to the future.

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"Your Majesty, the opportunity we are waiting for should not be far away."

Hearing Hudson's words, Tempus suddenly opened his eyes, revealing his nakedness.

"Recently, those traitors have suddenly accelerated their work progress, and the first draft of the peace treaty has almost been drawn up. This is the transcript I obtained through some means, please take a look."

Tempus took the stack of papers, glanced at them by the candlelight, and then sneered.

"Hehe, they really put the responsibility on me..."

"But you can only endure it first."

Hudson reminded softly.

"In order to achieve our goal as quickly as possible, you must be patient."

"Yes, patience. I will endure until I return to the royal capital, to my own home field..."

Tempus's voice became colder and colder.

And he didn't notice at all at this time that the flashing smile on Hudson's face in the shadows was even a little colder than his side.