Succubus cannot be a saint

"Let us fall together, sister, no... my... Master Sally..."

The two succubi stared at each other deeply, their two devilish red eyes filled with thick, inexhaustible, trance-like flames.

Du Mudan, who was standing by, watched this scene and felt it was strange. At the same time, she suddenly felt that the sight of the two sisters, Durenna and Sally, hugging each other, was so... beautiful.

"Durenna Ethel."

At this time, Sally had also stood up. She drew the long sword from the female knight's waist. The latter was shocked and quickly let go of Sally and knelt on one knee in front of her master, "Your subordinate is here!"

"In the name of the Baroness of Greystone Town, the Lord of Moonspring Town, the Chosen Saint of the Church of Light, and—" Sharlelei's eyes flashed with a strange light as she spoke word by word, "—the Succubus Queen, I declare that I absolve Edgar Ethel of all his sins."

The blade of the longsword rested lightly on Durenna's shoulder.

"Then, I will anoint you...my knight."

Durenna looked up in surprise and joy, her whole body trembling with fear, the joy in her heart like a volcanic eruption, almost bursting out of her chest. She looked at Sally, who was smiling and healthy, and then at Sallelei, who seemed to be smiling in front of her, and bowed her head deeply, saying in a trembling voice:

"Thank you, my... Her Majesty..."

Volume 3: The Faith Revolution of the Succubus Saint: Chapter 229: Magic Workshop

Afterwards, Shalelei urged Du Mudan, who had still not recovered from her shock, to check on Sally's condition. Although her succubus transformation had strengthened her constitution, she was naturally weak, and her mother's poison had left a deep root of illness, so she still needed to rest.

But it is much better than being bedridden all the time.

"Poison Peony and I will rest for a day and leave for Greystone Town tomorrow." After everything was arranged, Sharlelei said meaningfully to the two succubus sisters, "You two should stay here and have a good rest..."

When she mentioned the word "rest," she emphasized it, glancing at Durenna and Sally's blushing faces. "Although you may have a lot to say to each other and may not understand a lot, it's okay. This is also fun... But make sure to rest."

"Get some rest?" Sally was a little confused, but Durenna turned her head away in shame. However, she accidentally met Du Mudan's eyes, and her face immediately turned red. She whispered, "Ms. Du Mudan, thank you for telling me about Sally..."

Not long ago, this woman was glaring at him, but now she was as shy as water. Somehow, Du Mudan felt a strange feeling in her heart.

"Nothing, thank your master if you want to thank someone," she said dryly, grinning self-deprecatingly.

She had felt her heart turn to stone long after she was baptized and entered the Nightmare Cult. But after going through all of this, looking at Durenna and Sally, she suddenly wondered: What if there was someone like this, someone willing to stay by my side forever?

Seeing this, Shalelei chuckled and pulled the absent-minded Du Mudan out of Sally's bedroom. After closing the door, she immediately heard Sally's voice: "Sister, what did the master say just now? What did it mean?"

"S-Sally, why are you calling the Saint Lady "Master"?..."

"Isn't it okay? If you call her Master, I have to call her Master too..." Sally suddenly changed the subject and said angrily, "Bad sister, why are you still calling me Sally? What did you call me just now? Come on, call me Master again!"

Sally urged her repeatedly, but Durenna remained silent. Finally, she succumbed to her sister's coquettishness and murmured tremblingly, "Sally... my, Master Sally... Master Sally, Master Sally..."

Du Mudan outside the door felt that her human skin mask was about to be burned off.

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Two days later, Sharlelei brought Poison Peony back to her other territory, Graystone Town.

"I replaced Sally and became the 'shallow dream servant' of the dreamcatcher." Sitting in the swaying carriage, Sharlelei suddenly said lightly.

At that time, Du Mudan was lifting the car curtain to look at the town's scenery. Compared to Moon Spring Town, Graystone Town was much larger, and therefore looked much more normal - at least the frequency of seeing succubus nuns on the streets was much lower.

Therefore, she didn't hear clearly what Sallelei said for a moment, and answered with an ordinary "Oh".

But the next moment, Du Mudan suddenly turned her head, and the pair of eyes under the human skin mask almost fell to the ground.

"What have you become?!" She yelled, startling the driver in front of her, and then she softened her tone a little, "You...what are you thinking? Why did you do this? You-"

"Are you so worried about me?" But Sharlene did not answer her question. Instead, she glanced at her with a smile.

Du Mudan's face froze, and she said dryly, "...I'm not worried about you. I just think you might have some problems with your brain."

"Don't worry, I'm confident." Sharlele leaned back in her chair, thinking silently. After this incident, the Nightmare Cult knew of the existence of the "magical girl", and she didn't know how they would respond.

It seems that it would be best for me not to rashly sneak into the dream catcher during this period. The best strategy would be to disguise myself as a shallow dream servant and lie in wait until this storm is over before sneaking in to gather information.

Thinking of this, she asked again: "How much do you know about the Nightmare Cult's actions in the Falcon Kingdom?"

"...I don't know." Du Mudan said in a bitter voice.

She was only a mid-level priest in the cult, and she wasn't even qualified to know about many of the cult's plans and actions. She only knew that the cult had spies and branches throughout the three kingdoms of Falcon, Griffin, and Stag, and that many plans were being carried out simultaneously.

"I thought so," Sharlelei said slowly. "You said that the Dreamcatcher's shallow dream servants are spread throughout the three kingdoms. I don't know how many people have been trapped by it. Plus, it's currently impossible to detect. Do you think I can just leave such a time bomb unattended and allow it to wreak havoc on my territory?"

"What's a time bomb?" Poison Peony was a little confused, but she also understood what Sallelei meant. "So you want to risk your life and sneak into the dreamcatcher... and the Nightmare Cult never imagined that there would be a 'shallow dream servant' who knew the secret of the dreamcatcher, and could even consciously observe and spy on it..."

"That's right." Shalelei nodded. Du Mudan couldn't help but look at her a few more times, and a chill passed through her heart.

Ask yourself, if it were her, she would never do something as dangerous as jumping into a dreamcatcher. Why would this succubus be willing to take such a risk?

After thinking about it, she could only think of what Sharlele said, "harming my territory."

But according to her understanding of the Order of the Black Ark, that group of people who believed in the devil and advocated the liberation of desire were all lunatics who did whatever they wanted. Not to mention self-sacrifice and consideration for others, they would rather take the flesh and blood of all people in the world for their own amusement.

Risking their lives? You're kidding. If there weren't a knife behind them, they would definitely let others fall into the trap first, and then step on their companions' flesh and blood to walk through it.

Thinking of this, Du Mudan felt lost and confused, so she stopped talking.

Soon, the carriage brought the two to their destination. But what surprised Du Mudan was that she didn't see the towering Volo Castle, but a magic tower on the outskirts of the town, and a workshop next to the tower.

It was a brick and tile workshop, large enough to accommodate dozens of people working inside. It was roughly circular in shape, with a deep blue arcane light shimmering in the center, illuminating the brick walls with a vibrant blue glow. The surrounding yards, warehouses, and other facilities were also readily available.

"What...what is this?" Du Mudan was startled and rubbed her eyes in disbelief.

Salaret had already jumped out of the carriage, turned around and waved to her, smiling particularly happily.

"Welcome to the magic workshop in Graystone Town."

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The layout of the workshop in Huishi Town is different from other places.

In the center is a patio, with rooms arranged in a circle around it. In the patio is a magic circle with a diameter of more than three meters. The circuit is cast with mithril, and dozens of magic crystals are embedded in it, shining like stars.

This magic circle is like the sun, radiating three magic circuits. At the end of each circuit is an arc-shaped metal groove, which accumulates blue magic light like a well.

There are dozens of workbenches in the surrounding rooms. Craftsmen are standing in front of the workbenches, holding tools that glow with arcane light, concentrating on carving runes on silver sheets.

The blue light followed the tools soaked in magic power and was deeply imprinted into the silver sheet. After a series of operations such as solidification, a rune base was completed.

"They... they're making... 'magic items'?!" Du Mudan couldn't help but gasp after just a few glances. This scene was truly too shocking.

On the continent of Ioterra, people's understanding of the crafting of magical items has always been this: a wizard with superb magical powers, in a mysterious laboratory shrouded in magical aura, extracts magical power from various materials and meticulously crafts them...

Although this perception is somewhat influenced by the worship of supernatural powers, it is generally correct.

But the scene before her overturned all of Du Mudan's knowledge of magical items.

This was just like an ordinary blacksmith shop, where craftsmen gathered and used hammers and chisels to forge a batch of magical items...

Is this possible?!

Du Mudan was so shocked that she couldn't even make any expression. She just stood there blankly, watching all this.

She suddenly understood where the succubus saint's catapult magic crossbow and magic engine were made - it turned out that in this small town on the western border, there was such... such incredible things hidden!

At this moment, a clear and pleasant bell rang, and a girl in a wheelchair turned out from somewhere, shaking the bell expressionlessly.

The next moment, her eyes fell on Salarei.

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When I have time, I will definitely write the extra chapters about Durenna and Sally and post them in the group...

Volume 3: The Faith Revolution of the Succubus Saint: Chapter 230: Challenge to Go Home Without Touching the Cat

When the craftsmen heard the bell, they finished their work, counted their tools in an orderly manner, placed those with weaker magic light into the magic pool filled with blue light, and took off their aprons only after everything was in order.

Some sharp-eyed craftsmen spotted Shalelei and immediately bowed to her enthusiastically. Soon, Shalelei and Poison Peony were drowned out by the resounding cries of "Saint Lady."

"Go, go away, you guys, don't block the way! Damn it!"

Finally, the wheelchair-bound girl squeezed through the dense crowd and arrived before Sharlele. She was panting, perhaps having just emerged from the crowd of craftsmen. Her pale face was slightly flushed, and her heterochromatic eyes, one blue and one yellow, had dark circles under them.

A pair of small, curved horns, like a succubus, topped her head, and her ears were long and pointed... an elf.

Poison Peony was stunned for a moment. The Elf Kingdom of Albery lay far to the northeast, separated from the Stag Kingdom by the entire Griffin Kingdom. It had been extremely secretive since ancient times, rarely interacting with the human world. She had never expected an elf to exist here.

And even the elves have turned into succubi...

"You, you still remember to come back!" The elf girl's face flushed red as she glared at Shalelei. Then she quickly glanced at Du Mudan, coughed, and frowned coldly and impatiently, "Who is this person?"

Sharlene folded her arms, smiling without saying a word. The elf girl glared at her angrily, her eyes tinged with expectation and confusion.

Du Mudan looked at the two people blankly, and suddenly realized that the elf girl did not hide the characteristics of a succubus at all, but the craftsmen turned a blind eye to it. There was even a hint of respect and a hint of pity for their daughter in their eyes when they looked at her.

Sallelei smiled silently, just looking at Villie. Villie became more and more confused. She subconsciously touched her face, thinking there was something dirty on it. Her cheeks became redder and redder. She turned around and scolded the craftsmen around her: "What are you doing! What are you all doing here? It's time to rest!"

The craftsmen then smiled and left one after another. For a moment, only three people including Sallelei were left in the huge workshop.

Facing Sallelei's half-smile, Willie's cheeks finally turned red as if they were about to burst. She pointed at Sallelei and said in a trembling voice, "Okay, I understand. After all this time, you finally came back, but you came here to make fun of me, right?"

As she spoke, she turned her wheelchair and was about to leave. Seeing this, Shalelei rushed forward and grabbed Willie's trembling hand, "Don't go, don't go, Willie, it's my fault..."

The elf girl turned around suddenly, tears of embarrassment flashing in her eyes, "Then why are you staring at me without saying anything! Do I look funny?!"

"No, I'm challenging myself not to touch the cat when I get home..." Looking at her flushed little face, Sharlelei suddenly felt playful and couldn't help but rub her black hair, and then plucking her pointed ears like a kitten's ears.

Willie was stunned. She never expected that this woman would ignore her just for such a boring reason.

Her face suddenly turned pale, then red, and then blue. She felt so embarrassed and angry that she almost burst into tears. But deep down, she felt a sense of relief for some reason. It turned out that this woman ignored her just for such a boring reason...

Her eyebrows raised, the tips of her ears turned red, and she slapped Shalelei's hand away, angrily saying, "What...what do you mean you don't touch the cat when you go home! Who do you think I am?"

"Think of you as my teacher, what's wrong?" Charlotte started to act silly and looked at her with a smile.

For a moment, Wei Liye felt neither happy nor angry. She glanced at the Poison Peony, which looked like a clay sculpture or wooden carving not far away, and said coldly, "Don't you want to see the new thing I made? Stop smiling and come here quickly."

After saying this, she wheeled her wheelchair towards the depths of the workshop. Sharlelei followed behind, turning back and sticking out her tongue at Du Mudan.

Poison Peony: “…………”

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While rocking her wheelchair, Velie whispered, "During this time, I set up a small energy-supplying array. Using your Saint Mortar and some earth magic, I built this workshop in just a few days..."

Sharlelei turned to look. She saw the walls of the workshop were thick and solid, the bricks and mortar blending seamlessly into one, undoubtedly the work of magic.

Clearly, with the large-scale magical assistance, the speed and quality of the project had greatly improved. This made her both delighted and excited—she was determined to use magic to empower the civil engineering industry!

When there are more succubi, and with the cooperation of rune craftsmen, all walks of life will be able to receive assistance from magic, and the development and operation speed of the entire society will surely have an explosive leap.

Then, Sharlene's eyes fell on the metal grooves that were shining with blue light. "What is this again?"

"It's the enchanting pool." Velie yawned tiredly. "This small magic circle isn't enough to power dozens of workbenches simultaneously. So I specially set up several enchanting pools and engraved enchanting runes in them to store magic power."

"I understand. All I need to do is soak the tools in the enchanting pool to complete the enchantment process..." Shalelei said thoughtfully, "This way, there's no need to use the magic circle to directly power the workbench..."

"That's it." Velie's eyes were evasive for some reason, and she sighed, "It's a pity that during this round of circulation, a lot of energy was lost through the enchantment pool..."

"It doesn't matter. As long as the production line can be maintained, this loss is acceptable." Sharlelei was very open-minded.

The power supply array in the wizard tower was created by the genuine wizard Gellei, who knows how long it took. Not only did it rely on the magic power of the magic tower itself, but the project may have also involved the participation of the elven wizard Philanya. It is simply not comparable to the small array in the workshop.

If we want to build a large energy supply array exactly the same as the scale of the Mage Tower, not to mention the theoretical knowledge required, there simply won't be enough time.

Therefore, there is no problem in reducing the scale of the magic circle and using the enchantment pool as an alternative means to quickly establish and maintain the workshop production line.

As for various minor problems such as waste of magic power, they will naturally be solved once the number of rune craftsmen increases and a large-scale energy supply array is established.

Willie took the two of them around the workshop and introduced the current situation of Graystone Town.

It was the cold month of the year 1474 in the Far Path calendar, late January. During this time, the plan left by Sharlelei had been progressing smoothly and step by step.

With the help of the magic engine, ore is mined continuously, and when the temperature rises, it can be sold to Field City in exchange for a large amount of gold coins.

After the "brainwashing training" by Velie and the succubus nuns, the number of rune craftsmen has increased significantly. Now, Velie has compiled a series of basic spell runes such as "Catapult" and "Mage's Hand" into a "textbook" to train rune craftsmen.

Unlike legitimate mages, rune crafters didn't need to cast spells. They only needed to master the basic techniques of enchanting tools and inscribing runes, as well as the basic rune drawing techniques for spell structures. Combined with the succubus's brainwashing instruction, it only took about two weeks to go from zero to mastering.

Due to the effects of the Gift of Blasphemy and Charm, even if the succubi didn't hide their succubus characteristics at all, these craftsmen didn't think there was anything wrong. In their subconscious, they had completely taken the succubus for granted.

After finishing her speech, Willie felt a little dry in the mouth. Before she could say anything, Shalelei handed her the water bag she was carrying.

Willie took the water bag, was stunned for a moment, subconsciously looked at the mouth of the water bag, then looked at Sharlelei's lips, her cheeks flushed slightly, she turned her head, pulled out the cork and took a sip.

"Is this what you want to show me?" Shalelei smiled and reached out to ruffle Willie's hair, but she held back.

The reason is simple: he is afraid of being beaten by her.

"There's...there's more. Why are you in such a hurry?" Willie's cheeks flushed slightly. She raised her head proudly and led the two of them to a corner of the workshop.