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

"Well, the baroness said that the servant she sent there to inquire about the news was beaten up by the guards of the Sidney family and thrown out just a little closer."

"Those notes are deadly, but common sense, before the arrival of the saint Serena, they are not particularly valuable."

"There is obviously a reason for being so vigilant in normal times."

Seeing what Serena said, Meredith became more curious.

She looked at Serena, and asked softly:

"Then, is your plan still to enter the farm through Miss Dinah?"

"But Miss Dinah has been stared at by her mother all the time, so it's hard to spend time with you? Conversely, you've been ignoring her recently..."

Serena shook her white fingers, showing a smug smile.

"Well, of course vampires can also charm, but they are far from comparable to succubi in provoking human desires!"

"Never, ever underestimate the power of a succubus to corrupt people."

Meredith grinned.

She really didn't want to compete with Serena in such a strange way.

"So, will you continue to wait?"

"Of course, we just need to wait. My prey will naturally find this place and take the initiative to get into the trap..."

Chapter 8 Another Clue

"Saint Gillian will protect you."

Elaine showed a gentle smile to the child in front of her, then patted the child on the back, indicating that he could return to his parents.

"Your child's problem is not serious, as long as you take the medicine for seven days according to this prescription, the symptoms can be eliminated."

The poor couple looked hesitantly at the pair of cat ears on Elaine's head, and finally bowed with a grateful smile, thanked them and left with their children.

"Huh, so today's free clinic is over."

Elaine was about to pack her things and go back to church, but before she could get outside the shed, she heard a cry of exclamation.

Looking at it again, an old freight carriage slanted down a slope not far away, and then turned over with the carriage and horse into the ditch beside the road.

"Ah? Hurry up and save someone!"

Elaine yelled hastily.

Fortunately, the crowd gathered nearby hadn't completely dispersed, and soon several people hurriedly rescued the coachman and the traveler in the car.

Relying on superb medical skills and half-baked magical skills, after a lot of work, Elaine was also relieved to confirm that the two people here are not in danger of life and can go home to recuperate.

But the next problem caught her by surprise.

"You mean that no one knows the traveler?"

After repeatedly confirming this point, and knowing that there is no place for this injured person with no relatives and no reason to take him in for recuperation, Elaine had no choice but to bring this old man who looked like a pauper back to her and Phyllis for a temporary stay. monastery.

But after all, she still has the ambiguous status of "Master Saint's pet", so the nuns in the monastery still packed up a small room for her to temporarily house the injured.

After dinner, Phyllis returned here with a tired face.

After routinely pretending to deliver dinner to the "sick lady" in the room, Phyllis followed the instructions of others and found Elaine.

"Well, you are really bringing back a big trouble."

Looking at the unconscious old man, Phyllis also frowned.

After all, they were leaving here tomorrow, and it was hard to say that it was a good idea to take the injured person on the road.

If this is taken away, it will not be a matter of a day or two. If this person wakes up and finds out the truth in the saint's car, it will be troublesome.

"You might as well send him to the almshouse, that would be more convenient."

"That won't work. His injuries are still serious. There are no qualified doctors in the relief hall. If he is not treated properly, he will die."

Elaine shook her head stubbornly.

Phyllis raised her hands helplessly and shook them.

"Okay, okay, I know you don't want to see your life go in vain. But you have to understand that we are not here to do good things."

"At least in name, we are investigating the tragedy of her family's extermination with the Holy Maiden. It doesn't make sense to take such a guy into action."

Elaine stood up and replied angrily:

"Investigate? Everyone is guarding us like thieves. What is there to investigate?"

"You also said that those files and records are obviously forged, and everyone kept secret what happened back then. After all, we are just acting here, as long as Serena and the others can investigate the truth, that's enough, isn't it? "

"Anyway, we can't take him on the road!"

Phyllis' tone became impatient.

"If he sees something he shouldn't see, we can only silence him. Is that what you want to see?"

"you!"

Elaine choked suddenly.

That's right, she definitely didn't want to see that.

But Phyllis's words were also correct. After all, they were just Serena's appendages. Without Serena's permission, things went wrong. That was a situation they didn't want to see.

Both of them have experienced Serena's moodiness, and no one wants to face an angry Serena if they can.

But in this way, this old man...

Just as Elaine was in a dilemma, her cat ears moved.

That's right, there were faint voices near her.

This is obviously only the wounded talking!

Elaine hurriedly bent down to check the condition of the injured.

And Phyllis curled her lips, and released a magic spell on the wounded to treat minor injuries.

This magical technique seemed to just make the injured person's state break through a critical point. Soon, the injured person's eyelids opened and he looked up in a daze.

"Oh, orcs? No slave collars yet?"

"The last time I saw a half-orc like this was when Lord Willard was here."

Elaine's relieved smile just appeared on her face.

"You mean Willard? You know them?"

"Well, at that time, I was a postman in charge of the Willard Manor area. Later, I changed my career and never came back here."

The wounded man's voice was a little tranced, maybe he still couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality.

"Not long ago, I heard that Lady Serena, the daughter of Lord Willard, was coming here, so I thought, this last letter in my hand should be sent to the recipient..."

"So I came back."

Phyllis frowned. Even a former postman knew about their itinerary. If this information hadn't been deliberately spread, there really was no other explanation.

But what she cared more about was the letter.

"What letter?"

"It's nothing."

At this time, the old man seemed to have regained some sanity and became vigilant.

"This letter is for the Willard family, and it's just a greeting from friends. Who are you? This kind of thing should have nothing to do with you."

Phyllis sorted out her state of mind and tried her best to put on an amiable smile.

"We are the subordinates of the Holy Maiden Serena. Now, you can give me the letter, and I will pass it on to the Holy Maiden..."

"I do not!"

The old man shook his head stubbornly.

"You just said you are you? I also said that I am the Pope! The Holy Lady must have the red hair of the Willard family, I will not admit it!"

Phyllis' face changed, she didn't think the old man had any right to negotiate terms with her now.

Her eyes quickly searched for the old man.

As a spy, she knows exactly where to hide things...

"Come on, Phyllis."

Elaine pulled the corner of La Felice's robe, and looked at her sincerely.

"Okay, you go first."

Phyllis shrugged and took half a step back.

Elaine shook her ears and persuaded softly:

"Actually, since you already know the whereabouts of the Holy Maiden, you should also know that half-orcs like me are only around her."

"The letter in your hand may be very important to the Holy Maiden, but we have to read it carefully before we can judge—we can't bother her with all the big and small things. After all, she is sick and bedridden because of excessive sorrow."

Seeing what Elaine said, the old man hesitated for a moment, but nodded.

He reached into his pants, fumbled carefully, and pulled out a crumpled envelope.

"That's it. It's really just a greeting from a friend. This is the only letter I didn't have time to deliver..."

Elaine took the envelope without hesitation, and carefully pulled out the letter paper from inside.

"This is... Sheriff Lyle?"

Chapter 9 Autumn Hunting and Night Party

Even though she had never seen the real face of "Miss Melissa", Dinah was still fascinated.

Dinah, who always stretched out her clothes and opened her mouth, was unexpectedly driven by desire during this period of time, and brought her IQ to the extreme.

That's right, her mother forbids her to have any contact with Miss Melissa alone for safety reasons, but she can definitely create an environment where her mother is not around!

And on this luxuriant autumn day, what better way to persuade parents to let their children leave the mansion for free activities than a young man's hunting activity?

Relying on her "prestige" among the little sisters, Dinah contacted more than a dozen noble families in just a few days, and successfully called the hunting operation.

Of course, there are a lot of men who don't open their eyes, and they will compete with her to get close to Miss Melissa.

But that's okay!

Dinah firmly believes that Miss Melissa is a gift from the goddess.

The conversation that night had convinced Dinah that the sweet little lady had no liking for rude men.

Among the local women of the right age, who can compare with her Dinah?

So, in the end, the only one who can enjoy Miss Melissa's exotic body is herself.

And after the hunt really started, Dinah was even more sure of this.

"Sorry, my riding skills are not very good, and I may not be able to keep up with you."

Melissa said so, sitting sideways on the docile mare in a very ladylike posture, as quiet and elegant as an autumn leaf.

As the foxes, rabbits and other wild animals were driven out by the hounds, those brainless men had gone chasing their prey, completely forgetting their original intention of coming here.

And those with more brains, all of them had enough ability to perceive words and emotions, and left Melissa's side far away, leaving enough space for the Earl's daughter.

As for other noble women...

Sorry, Dinah only needs a wink, and these green leaves understand what they should do, and gradually fall behind.

"It's okay, I'm not very good at this either."

Dinah told lies without changing her face, never wanting to take her eyes off her real prey for a moment.

In particular, the fair neck and the delicate collarbone that can only be seen when turned sideways fascinated her even more.