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

"Expensive? No, no, I think it's too cheap."

She never expected that Serena would make such a reply without hesitation.

While the bishop was dumbfounded, Serena stretched out her jade-white fingers, and listed them one by one.

"The price of ice wine is a hundred times that of spring water, so for this item alone, this batch of holy water should start with 1 gold mark."

"But that ignores a lot of other factors."

"For example, the bishop is the highest person in charge of the diocese, and there are only more than 20 people at the same level as you in the whole continent."

"Compared to the nearly ten thousand priests, your blessing, adding fifty times the price of this holy water, is not too much."

"As for me, although I'm just a little apprentice saintess, there are very few saintesses after all. It's not too much to add five times to the previous basis."

"You mean... 250 gold marks a bottle?"

The bishop's eyes were straightened, this bitch is so fierce, she casually increased the value of this thing so much.

Where is this saint?She is clearly the goddess of wealth!

"You are joking, 250 gold coins are just the cost."

Serena covered her mouth and laughed.

"This kind of extraordinary thing, of course, can't be simply sold at cost price."

"As long as it is paired with a suitable package and brought to the auction, no matter how you say it, it should start with 500 gold coins."

"500? This is too outrageous!"

The bishop couldn't help standing up.

"Who the hell would pay so much for this thing! Are they stupid?"

"Of course the nobles of the kingdom."

Serena replied without hesitation.

"Even if it costs 1 gold coin a bottle, ordinary people still can't afford it."

"So, from the very beginning, the only customers for this thing are those nobles."

"You should also know the temperament of nobles. In a word, they don't want the best, but the most expensive."

"You sell it cheap, but they don't take it seriously, and they may not be willing to pay for it."

"It just needs to be expensive enough to make it appear that this thing is cherished."

Serena finished speaking these words slowly, and then observed the bishop's reaction with great interest.

Chapter 5 So that everyone can cooperate happily

The bishop's expression was blank at first, and then suddenly realized.

That's right, it has been hundreds of years since the founding of Marconia, and the nobility has formed a deep-rooted tradition—or an unchangeable hypocrisy.

Although under the diligent rule of the last two generations of kings, the country has shown a brand new look, but many things under the water cannot be easily changed by one or two generations of heroes.

And comparisons that are almost blind and fanatical are naturally one of them.

The rarer it is, the easier it is to attract the attention of these guys.

If you think so...

The bishop immediately rubbed his hands excitedly and sighed.

"That's a whole pool! At least it can hold thousands of bottles. If a bottle is 500, it's..."

"Impossible!"

Serena unceremoniously broke the bishop's illusion.

"Things are rare and expensive, there is nothing wrong with that. This pool of holy water, if you can really sell it, you must not exceed 100 bottles."

"If you sell too much, you won't be able to sell it at a high price—maybe you won't be able to give it away for nothing."

"Then I'll sell 100 bottles, 5 gold marks, then..."

"So, do you know how to pack this thing? How to tell the nobles, so that they can really believe that only 100 bottles can be sold?"

"Nobles are not fools. So many people saw what happened today, it's impossible to keep it a secret—so, do you really understand what to do next?"

Serena's question pops up just in time.

The bishop's heart skipped a beat.

He really doesn't understand!

It's okay if you can't see such a wonderful way to make money, but you can't grasp it when you clearly see it, then it's too...

"Then what do you say?"

The bishop's eyes fell on Serena with obvious pleading.

But at this moment, Serena just looked at the bishop quietly with a mysterious smile, but she didn't speak any further.

The bishop thought about it quickly, and suddenly realized that he was indeed too unreasonable.

He hastily lowered his posture and said in a humble voice:

"As long as you can solve this problem, Lady Saint, you will be my eternal friend Dom."

This is indeed his limit.

After all, he had already promised many things in advance, which cannot be easily changed.

This [-]% has been almost all divided from his share, if there is more, he might as well quit.

Serena nodded slowly, smiled and said:

"That's really great. I think the money is enough to build ten women's convents in the southern border, bringing warmth and light to the daughters of those poor families."

The bishop froze for a moment, not understanding what the other side meant.

After a few seconds, he reacted, and immediately put on a look of admiration.

"Your kindness and generosity will be widely praised in the southern border."

That's right, the two have reached a consensus at this time.

The bishop's operation is under the full authority of Serena, and Serena only takes [-]% of the subsequent income, and the rest is ignored.

And for the [-]%, Serena didn't intend to put it in her pocket at all.

As she said, the approximately [-] golden horses will be used to build small women's monasteries throughout the southern border for those orphans to live and study.

At this point, the bishop no longer felt that there was any problem with the title of "The Unsullied Man".

With such a brilliant method, but with such a high-spirited mentality, this is not an innocent person, who else can be?

As long as anyone dares to question this, he, Dom, will be the first to stand up and refuse!

After discussing a few more specific details, Bishop Dom nodded sincerely.

"Your thinking is indeed extremely meticulous. I have learned a valuable lesson today."

Serena also responded in a timely manner:

"Where, my lord bishop, you are the one who is highly respected and famous. This is the most important thing that the nobles will accept."

The two smiled at each other so far, showing a sense of sympathy for each other.

After leaving the bishop's office, Serena's mood improved a bit, and she was even in the mood to lean on the seat of the carriage and hum an unknown song.

Phyllis looked at her master cautiously, and asked in a low voice:

"Is this kind of thing really worth it? You gave away this whole set of business means, but you can't get a single copper horn. Is this too..."

Anyway, she felt that she would definitely not do it if she changed herself.

And she has a deep understanding of the temper of this guy in front of her these days, and it is absolutely impossible for her to be a really good and honest person.

Ah, no, she still has to persevere, this guy is not human!

"Of course I have my own gains."

Serena, who was in a good mood, gave a rare answer.

"As a saint, I don't need much money. I can be received by churches wherever I go. There will be no problems in my life."

"And exchanging the money for fame in this way will be much more useful. If you say that, is it easy for you to understand?"

Phyllis nodded, but immediately became confused again.

It's understandable to want fame, but if you don't have any money in hand, it won't be good for the competition for the position of chief saint, right?

Whether it is a nobleman or a priest, when it comes to the competition for this kind of key position, everyone must see the real benefits, and they will not scatter the eagle if they don't see the rabbit.

Reputation is very good, but reputation alone can't get this big position!

Serena knew exactly what Phyllis was thinking, but she didn't bother to explain.

As a master, if you say in front of your subordinates that your greatest wish in this life is to lie flat and wait to die, that would be too embarrassing.

Thinking of this, she simply took the initiative to exercise her master's rights and asked in a lazy voice:

"By the way, how is your communication with the earl going? Is our next tour route determined?"

Phyllis was taken aback immediately, pulled herself together and reported the news she had just received.

"The Earl has already read the road map. Everything else is easy to say, but he is a little puzzled, why he returned to the Camellia Town that he passed by before. The population of that place is not large, and there is actually nothing to visit."

why?

Of course it's because Mrs. Rachel is the lord there!

But this reason is not suitable to be put on the bright side, so Serena just shook her head, showing a disappointed expression.

"What the master explained should not require the master to find a reason to explain it. How to explain it is your business, don't ask me!"

Phyllis' face froze immediately, but she still managed to think about her own soul.

After a few minutes, she raised her head excitedly.

"Ah, by the way, Camellia Town can be regarded as a transportation hub that connects the interior of the kingdom with the southern border. There, it must be easier to discover how the native culture of the kingdom communicates with the unique culture of the southern border, and the work of the church is in this How the place develops should be a point worth observing..."

Serena finally showed a childish look on her face.

Is this right? A qualified subordinate must have this level of initiative.

Seeing that Phyllis was about to write a thesis following this line of thought, Serena yawned lazily and narrowed her eyes.

Next, it's time to think about how to face your old friend—ah no, it's an elder of the same clan...

Chapter 6 Ahead, Camellia Town

"what a pity…"

Moira clung tightly to the carriage window, looking at the bustling street behind her reluctantly.

In the past few days, she and Phyllis have been working on the matter of holy water.

Seeing that everything was on track, and the most important ceremony was held with the enthusiastic cooperation of the citizens, Serena insisted on leaving at this time.

Even though Moira dared not complain to Serena, as a teenage girl, she was still full of disappointment.

It's such a pity that I didn't participate in such a wonderful festival that I planned!

"All right, Moira."

Serena lazily picked up a grape in the carriage, let the luscious juice burst in her mouth, and then continued to speak indistinctly.

"To put it bluntly, this kind of festival is just part of the hype. You understand the essence of it all the way, and you still want to go to see it. It's really enough."

"no."

Moira turned her face and looked at her master with pitiful eyes.

"Even if these things can be said to be all about selling holy water, those who are healed by holy water are real."