Succubus cannot be a saint

As expected, Rebecca's face turned cold. "Your Highness, you don't have to pretend anymore. Raymond instructed you to do this, didn't he?"

Salares' eyes widened in surprise. She sighed softly and smiled calmly, "As expected of you, Lord Count. You're right. It was indeed the Archbishop who sent me to see you."

"He was the one who asked you to trade your stockings for grapes?"

Sallelei was stunned, pursed her lips, and didn't answer. But Rebecca had already guessed it, and an idea came to her mind. She smiled slightly, "Silly girl, think about it carefully. He asked you to trade the secret of the stockings for my grapes. What did he give? Wasn't it all you did?"

Upon hearing this, Sharlene opened her cherry lips slightly, with a look of surprise, which was completely different from her relaxed demeanor in the meeting.

Rebecca sneered at this, thinking that although this girl was blessed with divine power, she was just a little girl after all, and knew nothing about politics and trade. She could only act according to Raymond's instructions.

Her thoughts raced, and she thought of Sallelei's stocking business. Her greed grew stronger and stronger, and she suddenly smiled and said, "Saint Lady, you and little Anjie are about the same age, and you're... you're good friends. Don't call me Count, call me Aunt Rebecca, okay?"

When she said the word "good friend", her pretty face suddenly flushed slightly, and Sharlene opened her eyes wide and innocently opened her arms to hug her, "Aunt Rebecca!"

The two delicate bodies were pressed together, and the two pairs of big flower buds were pressing and rubbing against each other. Isadore on the side widened her eyes, looking at Rebecca's big cake which was bigger than Salaret's, and opened her mouth to let out a silent exclamation.

"Good girl..." Rebecca's cheeks flushed, and she cupped her face and giggled. "Okay, let's get down to business. Go back and tell Raymond that I can agree to his request. But I have one more thing to ask you, little Charlene. Governing a territory is very expensive, right? Do you want to earn more gold coins?"

Salaret opened her eyes wide with curiosity and nodded.

Seeing that the Saint had taken the bait, Rebecca smiled sweetly and asked, "Do you want to open a stocking workshop in my aunt's territory?"

Angeldel looked at her aunt who had let the wolf into the house, turned her head to look at the ceiling, and sighed silently.

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So Rebecca wrote down some terms of wine-making cooperation and asked Salares to pass them to "Raymond", and then asked her about the secret of the stockings.

Upon learning that the stockings were made from giant spider silk, even she, a mid-level priest, was horrified. Upon hearing that Sharlele used giant spiders controlled by a Deer Horned Goddess priest to create the pasture, her eyes widened and she nearly fell off her chair in shock.

But after being shocked, she couldn't help but admire the girl's creative ideas. After all, using magical powers to control animals to build a giant spider ranch was truly unheard of.

"If I could use the fertility magic to make these spiders more docile and produce more silk, wouldn't that be...?"

Suddenly, a thought flashed through Rebecca's mind, causing her to shudder. But then she suddenly remembered that the oracle "Do not use fertility magic to mutate animals or monsters" and "Do not pray to the Fertility Goddess in the name of the Mother of Beasts" had been issued by the Fertility Pope several generations ago.

For hundreds of years, although the specific reasons were unknown, the fertility priests strictly followed this oracle, using magic to cure livestock diseases and make them grow stronger, but they would never dare to let them mutate.

Therefore, this thought only flashed through Rebecca's mind before she put it aside. But even so, she still had a question in her heart: Why would the goddess give such an oracle?

Then she shook her head, no longer dwelling on such blasphemous matters, and discussed the details of opening a workshop with Sharlele. Sharlele would provide the antler goddess priests and giant spider eggs, while Rebecca would provide the funds and manpower. Any profits from the stockings would be split 50-50 between them.

Finally, Rebecca repeatedly told Sallelei that this was a secret between them and she must not tell Raymond. Of course, Sallelei agreed.

During the conversation, Salares asked Rebecca if she knew the Antlered Goddess. Rebecca thought for a moment and shook her head.

As they were chatting, Rebecca's expression suddenly changed. She glanced down at her chest and coughed lightly. "Okay, little Sallelei, little Angel, and little Isadore, Auntie's health... well, she's not feeling well. Let's stop here for today."

Seeing her say goodbye, Sharlelei and the others also took their leave. After the door closed, Sharlelei deliberately stuck to the door and waited for a while, and sure enough, she heard the sound of dripping water in the room.

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After a while, Rebecca breathed a sigh of relief and turned her head away from the two full cups of milk on the coffee table.

She sat on the sofa, her long, white legs crossed, muttering to herself, "Raymond acted assertive at the meeting and wants to get involved in my Chamber of Commerce. What exactly does he want to do? Is the Church of Light planning another move in the Western Territory? Hmm... I need to discuss this with His Excellency the Duke..."

Suddenly, she smiled again. "But it doesn't matter. I can just get some information about you from little Sallelei. Raymond, Raymond, this time I want you to know that you are not the only one who can use Her Highness the Saint..."

"Alas, this meeting will probably take half a month. I'm not in the territory. I hope that girl Nivea can behave herself for a while and not act like she did in Baron Miles' territory..."

At the same time, Angeldel beside Sharlele was shaking her head and sighing.

Of course, she understood what her aunt was planning. She wanted to win over Salora, intervene in the stocking industry to make a fortune, and by the way, use Salora to find out the news about the Archbishop and play out another Infernal Affairs game.

It's a pity, who could have imagined that this innocent saint lady, sandwiched between two foxes, was the one manipulating everything behind the scenes?

You know, there's no Archbishop Raymond. When Rebecca was smug, thinking she could use Sharlene to infiltrate the Archbishop's plans, the evil succubus was already waiting with a smile to devour her completely...

Volume 3: The Faith Revolution of the Succubus Saint: Chapter 303: The Corruption Plan

After bidding farewell to Countess Rebecca, Salares returned to her bedroom. At the door, she took Isadore's arm and said goodbye to Angeldel.

The little succubus's face flushed with excitement for the upcoming night. Her sparkling eyes were filled with sticky affection as she looked at Sharlene, and her eyes were as greedy and hungry as those of a little she-wolf. She even completely forgot that Angeldel was standing next to her.

Having tasted the sweetness of it, Shalelei barely restrained herself and smiled at Angeldel, saying, "See you tomorrow, Ange."

"See you tomorrow..." Angeldel said in a daze, watching Salarei smiling and waving at her being dragged into the bedroom by the impatient Isadore.

Then the door slammed shut. She stood at the door feeling lost, with a sour flame of jealousy burning in her heart. She wanted to lean against the door to eavesdrop, but she couldn't do such a shameless thing. She clenched her fists and slowly returned to her bedroom.

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The next morning, Sharlene woke up from a peaceful and comfortable sleep, and felt a heavy weight on her chest, and couldn't help laughing.

At this moment, both of them turned back into their original succubus postures. Isadore was buried between her breasts, holding a large flower bud in one hand, and was sleeping soundly. Their tails were tightly entangled together.

Beside the bed was Willie's communication mirror, with a faint blue light still on. It seemed that after talking with Sharlele last night, the little witch opposite the mirror fell asleep directly and even forgot to "hang up the phone".

After a while, there was a gentle knock on the door. It was the servant who brought breakfast. Sallelei stripped Isadore off her body and covered her with the quilt. She retracted her succubus characteristics and let the servant in.

After the servant left, Isadore opened her eyes in a daze, first snuggled back into Salare's arms, buried her head between her breasts and took a deep breath, then got up and washed with satisfaction.

During breakfast, the little succubus still seemed unsatisfied. Her crimson eyes flickered as she stared at Sharlelei's sauce-stained fingers. Suddenly, she asked, "Sister Sasha, can we send all the succubi away this time?"

——Although she didn’t quite understand what happened in the meeting, she still knew what Sharlelei wanted to do.

"Yes." Salares smiled and noticed that Isadore was looking at the sauce on her fingertips, so she deliberately stretched out her fingers in front of her and waved them.

"Sister Sasha won yesterday, right? Then why can't we kick out the people from other churches and just send our succubus?" Isadore stared at the finger in front of her, and her bright red tongue quickly licked her lips.

"They won't allow it. If we try to monopolize the Purification Order, it will inevitably lead to opposition from all other factions. We must let them participate and reap the benefits... But then again, as long as our succubi can enter the homes and territories of the nobles, what does it matter whether there are laws or not?"

Sallelei smiled slightly, but as she spoke, Isadore suddenly opened her mouth, and the little succubus wrapped her long, wet tongue around her fingers, her rosy eyes narrowed in joy, and she carefully rolled the sauce on her fingertips into her little mouth.

"Little scoundrel," Sallelei was startled, her cheeks flushing slightly before she scoffed with a smile. But her momentary embarrassment didn't escape Isadore's notice. The little succubus licked her lips again with her long tongue, gazing at the sauce on them with unsatisfied interest, her crimson eyes glistening.

...I wanted to see Sister Sasha embarrassed and lose her composure. I wanted to ruin her effortless appearance.

The strange flame in her heart suddenly burst into flames. Isadore lay on the chair, arching her body and moving closer to Sallelei, like a beast excited to see its prey.

"Bad Weiwei isn't here now, so...it's okay, right, Sister Sasha?"

...I don't know how this little guy became like this.

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Soon, the first meeting of the morning began in the hall. This time, Sallelei had a lot less time. After all, she had promised not to interfere with the Law Church's legislative process.

Everyone from the Church of the Law, especially the little girl Selina, became the center of the meeting. She stood nervously in the middle of the hall, constantly looking at Sallelei for help. Sallelei, in turn, smiled and encouraged her from time to time.

Even when discussing topics unfavorable to the Church of Light, Sharlene continued to smile at her, unperturbed. Selina and the others in the Church of Law observed her behavior and were instantly filled with gratitude and admiration, feeling that this Saint of the Western Territory was not only righteous and kind, but also incredibly generous...

When she thought of the word "broad-minded", Selina secretly glanced at Sharlene's chest.

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After the morning meeting, at the luncheon, Sharlelei, as originally planned, gave all the female guests attending the meeting silk stockings, a specialty of Yuequan Town, as gifts.

Not only basic white stockings, but also stockings of different thicknesses, colors and styles, including fishnet stockings, step-on stockings, tights, and a one-piece stocking called "Sacred Wrap" are all available.

Many nobles in the Western Territory had heard of or seen this wonderful new thing. In addition, the Saint and her combat nuns were wearing this kind of clothes at the moment. With the blessing of the "celebrity effect", these noble ladies were extremely happy. They gathered around Sharlelei, forming a small circle of women, and squeezed all the male guests outside.

Seeing that the stockings made with "Succubus Holy Water" had all fallen into the hands of these celebrities and ladies from the Western Territory, Sharlelei revealed a barely perceptible strange smile.

She came to the meeting not only to promote the Succubus Nun Project, but also to socialize.

Most of the women who attended this meeting were prominent and powerful ladies from the Western Territory, making them perfect targets for corruption. With so many targets gathered together for the better part of a month, could there be a better opportunity?

At that moment, Sharlele prepared to do the same thing as when she corrupted the Battle Sisters, dragging all these ladies and nobles into the dream created by the succubus and training and corrupting them.

However, Sallelei also knew that the situation at this time was different from that of the Battle Sisters, and she couldn't act too hastily.

At that time, she had already controlled the cathedral, and the nuns all had great reverence for her. Even if she showed any abnormalities during the corruption process and was noticed, it would not be a big problem.

This time, the six major churches all gathered here, and the nobles also brought a lot of extraordinary bodyguards. These nobles themselves did not worship Salares like the nuns. Once she was too impatient and made them behave abnormally, they would be noticed by the extraordinary people from other churches, which would inevitably cause trouble again.

"Let's plant the seeds of dreams for now, and then make long-term plans..."

As for the succubus holy water on the stockings, Sharlelei wasn't worried. When she made them, she had her Light Priests, Antlered Goddess Priests, and Mages check them repeatedly to ensure that conventional detection methods wouldn't detect anything unusual.

After the meeting ended that day, just as Charlene was about to visit her good aunt again, a servant came to inform her that Duke De Lavie wanted to see her.

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In the room, Duke De Lavie stood by the window with his hands behind his back, thinking about the letter that Countess Rebecca had just sent.

The letter stated that Archbishop Raymond had asked Salerle to discuss business cooperation with her, and that the Archbishop had interfered with the Saint's stocking workshop. He was so eager to amass wealth, and it was unclear what he intended to do. Duke De Lavie was warned to be careful.

"Even though she's gained the goddess's power, she's still a child..." Duke Delavie muttered to himself, "She's still the same as before. But, we can't let our guard down..."

"Do you even doubt your own daughter?"

Melania's voice suddenly rang out from the empty room. Duke Delavie, without even turning his head, said calmly, "From the moment she received the goddess's revelation and became a saint, she was no longer considered my daughter."

He paused, then sneered, "Also, suspicion is a necessary quality for a duke."

At this time, there was a gentle knock on the door of the room, "Your Excellency the Duke, the Saint Lady from the Western Territory has arrived."

Duke De Lavie turned around with a calm expression.

"Please come in, Saint Lady."

Volume 3: The Faith Revolution of the Succubus Saint: Chapter 304: Cheap Daddy

Salares walked slowly into the Duke's room and stared at the man in front of her.

This was the first time she met Duke Delavie since she traveled through time.

In Sharlene Delavie's memory, her relationship with her adoptive father wasn't particularly good. While she was still in the orphanage, the Duke ignored her and, after bringing her back to his mansion, showed little concern, treating her as a tool to be sent out for marriage.

"Father." Charlene bowed, and Duke Dravi also stared at her and slowly gave a polite smile.

"Now I should call you Saint." The Duke politely invited her to sit down and asked her about her current difficulties. Salares answered all his questions one by one and sighed in pretending to be annoyed.

"Only after becoming a lord did I realize how difficult it is to manage a territory. I simply couldn't handle so many things on my own, and I didn't dare use the members of the Volo family. Fortunately, the archbishop sent some people to Greystone Town, otherwise I wouldn't know what to do..."

Hearing this, Duke Delawi narrowed his eyes slightly, and he became even more certain that Archbishop Raymond was controlling the Saint Lady from behind. "So, the Archbishop is helping you manage the territory?"

"Well... I guess so. But I always feel that it's not good to trouble him so much..." Salares hesitated, her eyes flickering. Duke Dravi saw her reaction and sneered secretly.

It seems that this Saint Lady is unwilling to be always controlled by the Archbishop.

"Is that so? It must be very difficult for you to manage two towns all of a sudden." The Duke sighed and said softly, "Ever since I brought you back, I haven't had the time to take care of you, and I really feel bad about it. I wanted to give you more jewelry and clothes, but it seems that's not necessary now."

He smiled faintly as he spoke. "So, I'll exchange those jewels for people to manage the territory and send them over to you to command. Okay?"

Salarei was startled for a moment, then her eyes lit up slightly. "Really, Father? Isn't this a bit... too much trouble for you?"

"We're all family, what's the big deal?" the Duke laughed. "I don't think this kind of trouble is enough! If you have any problems, just tell me. You can use the people I send as you please. If you don't like them, just send them back."

"Then... then thank you, father." Sharlene lowered her head and smiled shyly.

"No need to be so polite. If you want to expand your stocking business, you'll need a lot of manpower. Is there anything else you need? Raw materials, alchemical potions, or something like that?"

"That's not necessary for now... Silk, stockings are made of giant spider silk... Ah!" Sharlene said, startled, and quickly covered her mouth. But it was too late. She could only stick out her tongue and said, "Father, please don't tell anyone. This is my secret."

"Giant spider silk?" Duke Dravi was stunned, then surprised and delighted. He couldn't believe that his naive daughter had blurted out such a huge business secret. "Monster? Have you been sending people to collect monster silk?"

"No, we're breeding them," said Shalelei. "We use the magic of the Deer Horned Goddess priests to make them obedient, and then we keep them in captivity to feed the mice..."

Duke De Lavie suddenly realized what was going on, and the joy in his heart gradually faded away.

Although this was a shocking secret, it couldn't be easily replicated. While the Fertility Spell had the same effect, asking a Fertility Priest to tame the giant spider would be like revealing the secret to Countess Rebecca...

Therefore, the Duke could only sigh that his daughter was not only smart but also incredibly lucky, as she was able to win over the mountain people in Yuequan Town to work for her.

He then told Sallelei to keep the secret strictly and not let anyone know. Sallelei naturally agreed. They chatted for a while, and then Sallelei said goodbye and left, leaving him alone in the room.

After a moment, someone in an empty corner sighed, "Her breasts are really big. And she's so clumsy."

The Duke rolled his eyes.

"Send a message to my steward, Melania. Tell him to prepare a group of men to send to Greystone," he said. "And put a few smart spies among them."

After leaving the Duke's room, Sharlele sneered.

How could she not know that the Duke would plant spies among those people? But it didn't matter. Later, they would send succubus nuns to various noble families, but they would be short of manpower. The Duke's men would be the perfect place to fill this gap.

As for the spies inside... once they fall into the hands of the succubus, they have no say.

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For the next half month, under the auspices of the Church of Law and Duke Dravi, the bill of the Purification Order progressed quite smoothly. It stipulated various behaviors of priests, such as not violating the laws of the kingdom and the lord, obeying the lord's orders in secular affairs, not preaching to the people without authorization, and requiring the lord's authorization to arrest and execute suspected cult members.