Succubus cannot be a saint

A mithril-cast magic circuit ran through the wall, connecting to a metal trough over a meter long and wide. A fist-sized magic crystal hung above the trough, and weapons were placed in rows on both sides of the room.

"Watch carefully," Willie said with a mysterious smile. With some difficulty, she grabbed a long sword and placed it in the slot. Then, she picked up a thin silver plate engraved with runes and placed it on the slot. Then, with a slight movement of her mind, she activated the device's magic power source.

The azure arcane light flowed into the metal slot, passed through the magic crystal, and turned into a thin beam of magic light, shining straight onto the rune plate.

Willie adjusted the position of the longsword and the magic beam, allowing the beam to pass through the runes and shine on the longsword, leaving rune-shaped spots of light on the sword bit by bit.

Under the illumination of the magical beam, runes of light were imprinted on the sword. With great effort, Willie drew the sword out, and with a gentle swing, the tip of the sword pierced the nearby stone wall with a clang. When she pulled it out again, the sword shone with a blue light, completely undamaged.

This ordinary longsword has turned into a magic sword.

"This is... 'Magic Weapon'!"

Salaret cried out in surprise. She finally recognized the magic runes on the thin silver plate. Her mind was struck by thunder, and she suddenly understood the purpose of this device!

——That is the "Weapon Enchantment Pool" that can mass-produce magic weapons!

Seeing Sharlelei's shocked expression, Willie couldn't help but smile. Her little face was as red as an apple, and she puffed out her small chest. "Like I said, although I didn't make the cannon you mentioned, I did make some new things. You will definitely like them."

Salarei was so surprised she was speechless. Her hands trembled slightly as she took the magic sword and examined it. The light runes on the blade shimmered brightly, a ring of magic, "Magic Weapon".

This spell can temporarily enchant a weapon, greatly increasing its sharpness and durability. When combined with the "Magic Permanence" spell, this spell can create a permanent magical weapon.

This was one of the reasons why every noble family competed to hire and support mages. Even a low-level mage, capable of only casting first-level magic, could determine the outcome of a small-scale battle simply by casting a spell to "enchant weapons" for his private soldiers before battle.

The enchantment pool invented by Velie could bypass the complex process of creating magic weapons, transforming an ordinary longsword into a magic sword in just two or three minutes. As long as it was supplied with sufficient energy, it could continuously produce magic weapons!

If two armies were facing each other and one of the sides had all its members equipped with magic weapons, there would probably be no need to fight at all. All they would need to do was show off their thousands or tens of thousands of magic swords, and that alone would be enough to scare the other side away.

Although Shalelei's army has catapult magic crossbows, the current demand for melee weapons is not very great, but——

This "weapon enchantment pool" is just a beginning, a template.

If there are weapon enchantment pools, can there also be armor enchantment pools? You know, "Enchant Weapon" is a 1st-level spell, and "Enchant Armor" is just a 2nd-level spell.

Compared to mass-producing enchanted weapons, mass-producing enchanted armor is obviously more significant.

Sharlele's eager eyes jumped back and forth between the magic sword and Velie, and she was extremely excited. Although this little elf wizard did not develop the magic cannon she had envisioned, he gave her a gift that was no less important than a magic cannon!

Volume 3: The Faith Revolution of the Succubus Saint: Chapter 231: The Invention Encouragement Act

Poison Peony on the side stared at the magic sword in amazement, then looked at the enchantment pool that was flashing with arcane light. She felt that the astonishment and shock of her life had finally reached its peak at this moment.

Even though she knew nothing about marching and fighting, she could at least realize what kind of storm such a thing that could mass-produce magical weapons could cause in the military.

The arcane workshop, the runesmith, the enchantment pool that mass-produced magical weapons, and the mysterious succubus that could assimilate humans... This series of clues gradually pieced together in her mind, and suddenly a thunderbolt exploded -

Could it be that this Succubus Saint wants to create an army of succubi fully armed with magical weapons?

This idea was so shocking that she subconsciously took two steps back, feeling dazed and immersed in this incredible idea.

Forget about the small nobles whose territories only contained one or two small towns. Even the Duke of the Western Territory couldn't confidently say he could muster such a regular army. In Poison Peony's opinion, the only ones capable of doing so were the royal families of the three kingdoms and the two most powerful of the Seven True Gods, the Church of Light and the Church of Storms.

But at this moment, Willie's cold voice rang out, waking Shalelei from her ecstasy and excitement. "Don't be too happy too soon. The effects of this enchantment are not permanent."

"Runes illuminated by magic power are different from runes carved into a sword. The former will gradually dissipate. I've tested it, and the magic sword created by the enchanted pool can only last for three days at most."

"Only three days?" The joy in Shalelei's heart slowly subsided. If it could only last three days, although defending the city would be no problem, it would probably not be possible to take them out for a long march and battle.

"The duration of the enchantment depends on the intensity of the magic exposure." Velie frowned unhappily and reached out to knock on the magic crystal. "I don't have a better way to focus the energy at the moment. It's already very good that it can last for three days."

Sharlelei nodded silently, then suddenly had an idea. "What if I set a constant rune in the enchantment pool to help retain the magic power?"

"You think I haven't tried it? But then we're back to the same problem!" Velie waved her hands in exasperation. "The 'Enchanted Weapon' on the rune plate and the 'Spell Permanence' on the enchantment pool will conflict with each other! Just like that cannon you mentioned!"

Shailelei was stunned and couldn't help but smile bitterly. She hadn't expected that in the end, she still couldn't avoid this mountain.

When she was describing the effects of the cannon to Villie, the elf girl had already thought of many spells that could realize them - "catapult" to launch the shells, "explosive runes" to increase the explosive power of the shells, "weight reduction" to assist flight, and so on.

But the problem is that when different spells exist in the same magic item, their magic fluctuations will interfere with each other, causing the magic to lose control and collapse.

Because of this, the vast majority of magic items currently only have a single magical effect. Magic items that contain multiple spells are much more difficult to create and of a higher quality.

The best examples are Sharlene's "Sleeping Swan" and "Shadow of the Spring Goddess", both of which are composite magic items and are therefore regarded as holy objects by the two major churches.

"And... this enchanting pool wasn't my idea..." Willie's cherry lips moved slightly, and she said a little disappointedly, her eyes drooping.

"Oh? Whose is that?" Sallelei was a little surprised.

"She's... a dyer," Villier muttered, not daring to meet Sharlele's eyes. "She's studying in the literacy class run by your succubi. After hearing us discussing enchantment, she asked me why I couldn't just soak the weapon in water like I dye clothes, then take it out..."

Unexpectedly, this enchanting pool was actually an idea proposed by a dyeing craftsman. Shalelei couldn't help but laugh and cry.

"I was about to refute her, but then it suddenly occurred to me—enchanting a weapon is just... like spreading jam on bread, adding a layer of magic, so..."

"You just tried it, and ended up making an enchanting pool?"

"...Yes." Willie's voice became softer and softer as she spoke. Finally, she lowered her head, and her hands on her knees began to tremble. "A-Anyway, if you want to laugh at me, go ahead. This is all thanks to the woman who dyed the clothes. I..."

She bit her lip and stopped talking halfway through. But after a moment of silence, a pair of gentle arms suddenly reached out from behind and hugged her.

Willie's whole body trembled, and her eyes suddenly reddened. Sharlele embraced the sensitive and slender girl, gently blowing a breath beside her pointed ear, feeling her trembling in her arms, and smiled:

"Mockery? Why would I laugh at you? The dyer did indeed come up with the idea for the enchanting pool, but wasn't it you who refined it and finally completed it? The credit rightfully belongs to you."

Willie's body trembled even more violently. She suddenly turned around, wanting to glare at Sallelei with moist eyes, but the moment she saw the girl's delicate face so close to her, her face flushed instantly. She quickly turned back and whispered, "Whatever, whatever you want, bad guy..."

Salile giggled and stood up. Willie felt the two soft and heavy lumps pressing on the back of her neck suddenly disappear. She breathed a sigh of relief, and her tense body slowly relaxed, and then she felt a little lost.

"But you reminded me, Willie. I will reward the dyer handsomely and issue a law."

After hearing this, Willie looked up in confusion, only to see Sharlelei's thoughtful face. "Bill?"

"...Yes, it's called the 'Encourage Invention Act.'"

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After returning to the castle with Poison Peony and Velie and settling the cultist who was still in shock, Sharlelei immediately gathered a group of clerical staff and began drafting the bill in her mind.

After hearing her idea, the clerical staff also expressed shock and confusion. In their opinion, the Saint Lady's idea was a bit too fantastical.

No matter if they are rune craftsmen, ordinary craftsmen, merchants, farmers, or even peddlers, as long as they have any new ideas, new inventions, or improvements to existing equipment, or even just ideas that have not yet been put into practice, they can report them to the lord's mansion and record them.

The rune craftsmen and succubi in the lord's mansion will evaluate them, select useful "inventions", and reward the proposers with money.

But after some specific clauses of the bill were initially drafted, the clerks got into a heated argument over "how much reward should be given."

Listening to the non-stop arguing and fussing among these people, Sharlelei sighed deeply, "It would be great if there were a pastor from the Church of the Law here..."

At the same time, Du Mudan, who was taken to the guest room to rest, was still immersed in shock and unable to extricate herself.

Mass-produced magic weapons, magic engines, arcane craftsmen...thoughts raced through her mind, and each turn brought a shudder throughout her body.

This seemingly ordinary town was like the most terrifying devil's den in the world, making her shudder.

Because here she saw the possibility of turning the whole world upside down.

This small town is like a giant egg, slowly developing in a place unknown to anyone, and is about to hatch a monster that is powerful enough to devour the entire world.

Perhaps one day, this world that people are accustomed to, a world with arrogant kings and nobles, high-ranking wizards, and untouchable magic, will be completely shattered by the "monsters" hatched from this small town.

The moment she realized this, Poison Peony instinctively wanted to report it to the cult and nip in the bud the thing that was hatching in this town.

But in a flash, she came to her senses.

How should she report it? Not only would the succubus not give her a chance to tip off, she'd even infiltrated the cult's "Dream Catcher"...

As soon as she thought of this, Du Mudan felt paralyzed all over, and a chill ran down her spine.

But just at this moment, there was a slight click, and the door of the room was gently pushed open...

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I had a dream yesterday that the number of new subscriptions was cut in half (wiping tears). You won’t let this dream come true, right?

(Crawling around)

Volume 3: The Faith Revolution of the Succubus Saint: Chapter 232: The "Holy Water" of the Succubus

A young maid holding a basin of water walked into the room. She was wearing a strange black and white dress. Under the sweet lace skirt were slender legs wrapped in white stockings.

If Du Mudan had not been immersed in shock, she should have noticed when she walked into the castle that all the maids in the castle were wearing this dress without exception... and stockings.

"Sir, please wash your hands and face." The maid smiled sweetly. "This is holy water blessed by the nuns. It has the power to wash away dirt and eliminate disease."

"Holy water?" Du Mudan was stunned.

"Yes. Just last year, the Saint issued a cleanliness decree," the maid said with a smile, "urging people to wash their hands and bathe frequently. They also built many public bathrooms and toilets, prohibiting people from urinating on the streets..." At this point, her pretty face flushed slightly, "... urinating and defecating on the streets."

"Ahem... well, so, in response to the call of the Saint, the nuns of the church have specially created holy water for washing hands and faces, and for adding to baths." The maid coughed lightly and smiled. "Please come in, guest?"

"No need." Du Mudan shook her head. She didn't want to show her ugly face and hands in front of others.

"Really... Then please at least allow me to bless you with holy water, guest." The maid nodded, dipped some "holy water" on her fingertips, and came to Poison Peony.

Du Mudan hesitated for a moment, but still agreed.

Through the human skin mask, her moist fingertips touched her forehead, cheeks, and shoulders, drawing the holy emblem of the Goddess of Light. The maid closed her eyes and whispered, "Dear guest, may you be safe and happy under the Goddess's guidance..."

Under the light of the Goddess of Light? Poison Peony's lips twitched slightly, and she smiled bitterly to herself. "I'm a cultist. If I were to be slain by the Goddess of Light, I'd be reduced to ashes. How could I possibly be safe and happy?"

Suddenly, she felt a stir in her heart, and opened her eyes to look at the pious maid. This girl had flawless skin, pretty features, and in that sweet dress, she exuded an incredible charm.

"Are you... a succubus?" Du Mudan asked subconsciously. But as soon as she said it, she regretted it.

But it was too late to regret. The maid opened her eyes in surprise, and the surprise in her eyes quickly turned into a charming smile. Her black pupils turned crimson, and a pair of black, curved horns sprouted from her head, while a slender, heart-shaped tail playfully rose from under her skirt.

"Dear guest, you know about 'us'." The succubus maid giggled, "That's right, all the women in this castle are succubi."

Hearing her sweet laughter, Poison Peony suddenly trembled violently, and a question that had been lingering in her mind for a long time blurted out: "What does it feel like to become a succubus?"

The maid was stunned for a moment, and then a sweet smile slowly appeared on her face.

"Ah, so that's what you're asking. Dear guest... let me tell you the whole story. Originally, I was just the daughter of an ordinary carpenter who came to work in the castle... But the Saint taught us reading and arithmetic, and she also had her retainers, her dear 'sisters,' teach us... even more important things."

Speaking of the words "important things," she suddenly giggled, her slender fingers tracing across her chest and down to her belly. "After that, I spent every night with them until they asked me if I would like to become one of them..."

Then she suddenly raised her voice and laughed uncontrollably.

"Of course I agreed without a second thought! Then, Lady Isadore granted me a great evolution! After abandoning my human identity, I realized how wonderful it was to become a succubus! I became more beautiful and healthier. As a human, I was like being trapped in a dull leather case! I never imagined that my body, my senses, could experience such rich and varied pleasures..."

The girl's voice echoed in the room, charmingly and melodiously recounting the entire process of her fall into becoming a monster.

"Then, I brought my sisters and my friends here, personally pushed them next to the 'sisters,' and listened as their pleas, screams, and struggles gradually faded. Then they began to blame me for not letting them understand these things sooner."

"Then, like me, they shed their dull, ugly human identities and transformed into new, more beautiful and superior forms. Then we understood that our eternal and wonderful mission is to help all girls achieve great sublimation and evolution!"

The succubus maid's smile twisted into a trance-like and seductive smile. Like a fanatic, she spoke fervently, "Guest, do you also want to shed that ugly old identity? No problem. Our master is incredibly kind and generous. She will surely grant you evolution, allowing you to become even more beautiful..."

Poison Peony's heart was pounding, and every beautiful syllable uttered by the succubus struck her atrium. Although she kept telling herself that it was charm, the charm of the succubus, but -

The words that Shailelei had said echoed in her ears.

"Have you ever thought about not being a human anymore?"

At this moment, the door was knocked again. The succubus maid's enthusiasm gradually cooled down. She opened the door, exchanged a few words with the visitor, and then turned around.

"Guest, the Saint invites you to go to the church with her."

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The reason why Sharlelei left the noisy clerical staff and went to the Graystone Town Church was simple: Coressa was currently attending the church.

On the one hand, she was worried about whether this cultist would do something weird, and on the other hand, she really wanted to go to the church to take a look, so she comforted the angry Willie and promised to "come back to accompany you in the evening", then she called Du Mudan and set off.

The carriage had just arrived at the street where the church was located, and had not even stopped yet, when Du Mudan was once again shocked by the scene outside the window.

There was a crowd of people in front of the church gate. Believers knelt devoutly on the ground in circles inside and outside the church, listening to the sermon inside the church, and the hall was even more crowded with believers.

A small shed was erected beside the church gate, and several nuns were distributing holy water and bread. Several long queues stretched along the street, and a rough count showed that there were hundreds of people.

People's faces were filled with reverence and joy, and they devoutly painted the holy emblem on their chests. Among the group receiving bread and holy water were ragged poor people, and even beggars on the street.

But surprisingly, neither the nuns nor the believers in the queue rolled their eyes at these filthy beggars. The beautiful nuns smiled at them all, calmly dipped their white fingers in holy water, smeared it on the beggars' foreheads and cheeks, blessed them, and then handed them the holy water and bread...

Du Mudan was unable to utter a word.

This... didn't seem like a scene that should appear in a succubus town. If she didn't know that those beautiful nuns were succubi, she would have thought she had arrived in the Holy Flame Castle, the holy city of the Church of Light.

Soon, the sermon in the church ended. The believers who were kneeling outside the door stood up, and when they saw Charlene's carriage, they immediately showed their fanatical expressions again.

"Lady Saint!" someone shouted, and there was a crowd of people and a lot of footsteps. Shalelei's carriage was suddenly surrounded.

"You see, I'm so popular, it's really troublesome..." Then, Sallelei's sigh was drowned out by the cheers of the believers.