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

First, she doesn't want any men to be close to her inner circle at all;

Second, she also knew that Bobby didn't want to follow her to any capital.

How nice it is to be the Emperor of the Earth here, and to continue to hook up with women from good families when Serena is not around, so why not do it.

In short, although Serena didn't accomplish many major things during her tour this time, a beautiful image project was successfully implemented.

Relying on this honor, Serena felt that even if Ingrid didn't give herself 100 points, she should at least give herself 95 points.

Considering that she was able to control the scourge of her mother in advance, Serena even felt that she could give herself 120 points.

After some calculations, Serena smiled in satisfaction.

With a final wave to the send-off crowd, she lowered the curtains on the car windows.

"Let's go, let's go back to the capital!"

…………

"Serena did a great job again this time."

Tempus put down the briefing in his hand, and said this compliment in a very strange tone.

Humphrey sighed secretly, and then said as gently as possible:

"In fact, this is very beneficial to us. After the levee is built, the large area of ​​land nearby will become a reliable grain-producing area. Since it is not far from the capital, we can expect that in the future, the area around the capital will The food supply will be very abundant.”

Hearing this, Tempus smiled.

Indeed, although Serena earned the reputation, when it comes to actual benefits, it is he who gets the most.

With this stable grain producing area, he would have more leeway to go on a campaign without worrying too much about the burden on the people.

However, he still felt faintly unwilling.

Why the Virgin's Embankment?

In the land of Marconia, who should name the great building that can survive for hundreds of years, should it be the King's Causeway?

Tempus knew that this kind of thinking was ridiculous. Before, he probably would have felt that he had bowed his head and conceded defeat to something.

But now he really can't bear it...

He really needs something unusual now to prove himself.

Thinking of this, Tempus immediately thought of more unhappy things.

He rubbed his temples, and rang the bell to call Viscount Lemes.

"How did the investigation go?"

Viscount Lemes hesitated for a moment, but finally lowered his head and revealed the actual situation.

"We've hit a dead end."

"Those songs, in the end, they will be found on some children who are wandering in the streets and alleys. And they can't even tell where their homes are, let alone describe who is spreading those disrespectful songs."

"You also know that children's memories are very divergent. According to their words, our opponent may be a man or a woman. Some say it is the old man in the cloak, and some say it is an old man who suddenly appeared. girl..."

"enough!"

Tempus looked at his favorite with unkind eyes.

"I don't care if you can find the culprit. I just need to make those damn songs disappear completely!"

Tempus didn't know who was so vicious to make up so many catchy ditties to ridicule his incompetence and pettiness.

Hell, he's clearly brought Marconia to a new era of glory, okay?

Even in order to combat the crimes in the city, he spends his spare time in disguise to punish evil and promote good.

But in his heart, there was a vicious voice reminding him that those songs were all right.

"The king who is so happy, I don't want to see a report that has a different opinion from my own..."

Is this not true in some sense?

Tempus had to admit that he was indeed too arbitrary when it came to conquering the Secret Alliance.

It's not that there is no information that there may be changes in the Secret Alliance, but he automatically ignores it because of his prejudice against magicians.

"Poor boy, he doesn't know if he can get bread tomorrow..."

Tampas also knows that this defeat will amplify many problems that have been masked by the victory before.

He also knows that some of his subordinates are almost fishing in the marsh to search for wealth in some areas, just to realize his dream of conquering the mainland.

As long as he succeeds, all Marconians will naturally have a better life, why don't they understand?

"Yes, Your Majesty! I will definitely coordinate with the relevant departments so that those damned lies will never appear on the streets again!"

Viscount Lemes didn't know what Tempus thought.

Seeing that the king's expression became more and more unkind, he hastily accepted the thankless job, and then withdrew.

Soon, other people also exited the room under the signal of Tempus.

Tempus, who was alone, sat at the table with his head in his arms, and muttered to himself:

"I, am I really wrong?"

"No, I'm not wrong, those rebels are the ones who are wrong! It's because they don't understand my painstaking efforts!"

"I, I will cross everything, I will!"

Chapter 43

"Well, where should I hang it?"

Serena looked at the wall of her room happily, trying to find a location that was conspicuous enough without showing off too much.

She really didn't expect that she changed the plan on a whim and spared Bobby's dog's life, and there was such an extra gain.

As a painter, Bobby was clearly inspired a lot by Serena's vision of blessing.

And after Serena left, this guy immediately started to create passionately.

Now, what was presented to Serena were these two paintings:

One of them depicts the scene of Serena praying;

Under the sky full of dark clouds, a corner of the embankment was exposed.

On the embankment, the saint who knelt down and prayed exuded a dazzling light.

Under the power of the light, the dark clouds seemed to be receding hastily, while the river below the embankment became tame and calm, forming a sharp contrast with the waves beyond the light.

The other one is the scene where the people bid farewell to Serena.

In the center of the picture is the dazzling saint, with a gentle smile, walking slowly.

And around her, there are people wearing costumes of various identities.

The nobles lowered their noble heads and bowed to the saint;

The merchants took off their hats and saluted the saint.

And the ordinary people even worshiped in front of the saint, their faces full of fanatical joy.

"That scumbag is surprisingly talented in this area."

Even Meredith had to admit that although Bobby was a bad guy, he was quite accomplished in art.

Anyone who sees these two paintings will have respect for the protagonists in the paintings.

"Wow, what is this?"

Just as the girls were commenting on these paintings with novelty, they heard that Serena had returned, and the guests who came to visit also arrived.

And this person who can come and go freely without notification is naturally Aurora.

Aurora looked carefully at the painting held up by the attendant, her eyes were filled with envy.

"Serina, are you so majestic in the place? The dark clouds and the river will bow their heads to you, it's so majestic!"

"Wherever it is, it's all artistic creation, and it can't be taken as real."

That's what I said, but as long as you see Serena's beautiful eyes narrowed, you can know that she is really happy to hear such words.

"Also here, these people seem to adore you, Serena... that's great."

Aurora is really envious of Serena's harvest.

She was too frustrated during this time, spending the whole day between studying and looking up information.

Unlike the chief saint who only needs to be able to cast powerful divine spells, she, the pope's disciple, really needs to master a lot of professional knowledge.

Whether it's the church's various systems, or the background of the various hilltops and the intriguing relationship between them, they are all knowledge she needs to master as soon as possible.

Even if Elcle III didn't punish his disciples like Ingrid, Aurora's life would be far from easy.

When she saw that Serena could go out to play openly—yes, she knew very well that this guy would definitely go crazy after leaving Ingrid's sight, and she was already extremely envious.

And when Aurora saw these two paintings, she began to regret even more, why didn't she follow such a great scene.

Even if she doesn't envy Serena as a good friend, she still likes the feeling of being under the spotlight!

If it wasn't for this mentality, why was she preparing to become a saint at such a young age?

"Relax, Aurora. You are destined to be Pope. When you become Pope, you can have as many scenes like this as you want."

Serena naturally found out the annoyance in Aurora's heart very easily.

She put her arms around Aurora's shoulders, and whispered into Aurora's ear:

"Think about it, after you become the Pope, you will need at least twelve carriages to travel according to the Holy Scriptures."

"At that time, you will probably feel that there are too many people around you, and it's too annoying for them to circle around you."

"You can even go to the shipyard, bless the largest warship, and let them name the warship Aurora, wouldn't that be better?"

"Bah, bah, bah! Who wants to name the warship with his own name? If it sinks, it will be too bad luck!"

Aurora retorted instinctively, and her face softened.

Indeed, she doesn't have to envy Serena.

After this period of time, she also somewhat knew how high and powerful the Pope was.

"Well, it's up to you. In short, you will have plenty of opportunities to show off in the future."

While saying this with a smile, Serena quietly slid her hand down Aurora's back.

Aurora didn't realize it, but just followed Serena's words:

"Hey, when it's my turn to be pope, maybe I'm already an ugly old woman? At that time, I might really hope that people don't draw me..."

Elcle III was less than 40 years old. As a high-ranking priest, it would be normal to live another 40 to [-] years without accidents. Aurora would naturally feel that when it was her turn, she would already be an old woman.

Seeing that Aurora's mind wasn't on guard against herself at all, Serena's hand couldn't help but lowered a little more.

On the bright side, she smiled and said:

"How can it be! Even if you are seventy or eighty, Aurora, you must still be a beautiful woman. Look, isn't Ingrid an example? She is clearly in her thirties, and she still looks like she is in her early twenties..."

"Thank you, I know how old I am, and I don't need you to remind me."

At this moment, Ingrid's voice drifted over.

Serena trembled, and hurriedly turned her head, only to see that Ingrid had arrived at her residence at some point.

Seeing that Serena saw her, Ingrid walked to the center of the crowd - and slapped Serena's paw off.

She glanced at the two paintings, then turned to Serena and Aurora.

"I won't say what Serena did wrong this time. After all, the levee can indeed protect the safety of the people on one side. It is a good and practical thing in the true sense."

"But I want you to remember that the position of the church is not to make you stand out."

"We are the servants of the goddess St. Gillian who remain in the world, and we are the torches that inherit the will of St. Gillian and point the way for mankind."

"In us, human beings place their trust and expectations on the goddess, and I hope that you will never disappoint this trust and expectation."