Succubus cannot be a saint

Faith. Blasphemy. Goddess. Mountain People. Small Town. Succubus. The Future.

Saint. Saint. Lord. Lady Salares. Salares. Sister Sasha.

What is faith, and what is blasphemy? Unfortunately, in her dream, no one could answer her.

Before she knew it, the thirteen-year-old succubus opened her eyes and saw a spacious and bright room, light streaming in from the window, and dust particles floating in the beam of light.

There was no one around me, only the faint fragrance in the air told of the person's presence last night.

The girl sat up, rubbed her sleepy eyes, and looked at the empty quilt beside her with a sense of loss.

It seemed as if a piece of this thirteen-year-old heart, which had just awakened, had been quietly taken away, leaving it as empty as the quilt beside it.

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"Lord Saint!"

"Ah, it's the Saint!"

As Sallelei walked towards the reception room, the servants passing by saluted her respectfully, their faces filled with reverence and admiration. Sallelei, maintaining her saintly persona, smiled and returned the greetings one by one, stretching the three-minute walk to ten minutes.

In front of the reception room door, she adjusted her nun's headscarf and rolled her eyes inwardly.

"How long do I have to wear this nun's uniform?"

Sometimes, Sharlelei wished this place was really a small world of butter. If nothing else, at least there were lots of beautiful clothes in a small world of butter!

Here, she could only wear this loose and simple nun's uniform every day, which almost covered every inch of her skin. Not to mention changing clothes, she couldn't even change the color of her clothes.

"I want to wear pretty dresses, get a manicure, buy all kinds of nice clothes, and go shopping!"

But as a "saint", she can't show these emotions on her face... Actors must be very tired too.

"One day, I will definitely shake up the fashion world...even though I don't know anything about fashion design!" she muttered to herself as she pushed open the door. The nuns in the reception room immediately stood up and bowed, "Your Excellency!"

"I've already told you not to call me Saint... Never mind, you can just pick any of the Lords of the Divine Envoys..." Sharlelei sighed, then sat down at the head of the long table in the reception room. She glanced around at the nuns standing respectfully and said with a smile, "There's no one else here, so why are you still so reserved?"

As she spoke, she took off her headscarf, unleashing her succubus-like qualities. A crown-like ring of dark golden horns sprouted from the back of her head, while a black, heart-shaped demon tail peeked out from under her skirt, swaying in the air.

Seeing this, the nuns looked at each other and removed their headscarves, revealing their succubus-like features. Suddenly, horns of various shapes sprouted from their heads, and their wide skirts began to wriggle, revealing long, thin tails.

As their eyes filled with a devilish crimson, slightly seductive smiles crept onto their beautiful faces. In just a few seconds, the dignified and solemn nuns transformed into alluring succubi, and even their postures became unbridled. Some even giggled and lifted their skirts, draping their long legs on the table.

"Lady Saint..." Ophelin came to Sharlelei's side. The succubus nun frowned slightly, "Isn't this too rude?"

"Let them go for now. After all, we worked all day yesterday." Sallelei waved her hand, then glanced at her and smiled, "Well... Ophelin, you look more beautiful with glasses."

"...Ah?" Ophelin was stunned, a blush creeping up her cheeks. Sallelei continued, "I'll get you a pair of plain glasses if I have the chance later."

"Thank you, thank you, Saint..." Ophelin stammered, and Shalelei reached out to comb her messy bangs and smiled, "Okay, let's start the report."

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PS: The part about cement in the next chapter has been revised. Please refresh and read again after turning the page!

Volume 1: From Crazy Daughter to Saint: Chapter 34: The Goddess Gave Us Cement

"Yes, Saint..." The blush on Ophelin's face gradually faded, and she handed over a stack of papers. "We have summarized the basic information of the town. Please take a look."

Sharlelei took the paper and flipped through it while casually saying, "Where are the clerical staff?"

"The sisters have 'reformed' them, and they have now returned to their jobs. We will keep a close eye on them to ensure they do not pass on any information to Greystone Town."

Sharlele nodded, relieved. She had long known that a succubus's charm wasn't omnipotent. It couldn't directly manipulate a person's thoughts, but only affect their emotions, making them subconsciously follow the seducer's instructions.

The effectiveness of charm would be greatly reduced for those who harbored strong hostility, such as Derek. But these Graystone Town civil servants were different.

They were merely employees of Derek. Although their social status was higher than that of ordinary people, like most common people of the era, they didn't care who they served. It didn't matter to them who their lord was, as long as they could keep their job.

Therefore, after the succubi's appeasement and Salares's debt forgiveness and money distribution, the succubi's reputation in their hearts had almost become revered. The next step was to ensure that they did not leak the news.

And...Salele really needs these literate clerks to work for her.

"Miss Durenna and the guards have returned to the lord's mansion and are resting. Four magical beasts attacked last night, but Ms. Durenna slew them all. The guards suffered no casualties..."

Ophelin's clear voice echoed through the room, and Sharlene nodded slightly. According to church records, monsters typically only attack in large numbers at the beginning of winter, after the month of falling leaves, which is after October. And now it's the beginning of the month of wheat waves, which is the beginning of September.

In other words, within a month, the attacks of the Warcraft will not be particularly fierce, and with the help of Durenna, the extraordinary warrior, they should be able to barely resist.

But Durenna was only one person after all, and she couldn't single-handedly wipe out all the monsters. She'd always be too busy to take care of the rest, and by then it would be too late. Therefore, Sharlelei had to take other measures.

"Get the crossbows and arrows this afternoon, equip the guards with them, and train them in their use," said Sharlelei, taking a piece of paper and pen and spreading them on the table. "How are the craftsmen and materials for repairing the wall?"

"The materials have been gathered, but... the craftsmen are not very willing to work in the mountain people's settlement..." Ophelin looked embarrassed.

"I will find a way to solve this problem. You take a look at this first." Salare nodded and was about to write down the production process of simple cement when the door of the reception room was suddenly slammed open. The succubi looked back and saw Isadore standing at the door panting, her hair messy, without even a headscarf, and a pair of bare white feet.

"I-I'm sorry...Sasha..." Isadore couldn't help but blurt out, but she suddenly woke up the next second, forcibly covering her mouth, staring at Salare with round eyes. Salare's cheeks also turned slightly red, and she coughed to attract everyone's attention, "Come back, Isadore, and speak slowly."

"I'm sorry, Miss Sallelei, I... I'm late..." Isadore changed her words and walked over with a red face.

She was almost about to be called "Sister Sasha" in public...Sha Lelei's heart beat faster. She let out a breath and quickly wrote down the method of making simple cement and the required materials.

To be honest, she knew nothing about architecture, and she learned all this from time-travel novels... Thank you, the author of the novel whose name she had forgotten.

"Clay, white rock powder, broken iron… calcine and dry at high temperature, grind and sieve finely, add water and mix…" Ophelin recited intermittently, her eyes widening in surprise. "Saint Lady, is this… mortar?"

Mortar is a simple adhesive made of lime and sand. It has existed on Earth as early as the Middle Ages, and of course it exists in this world as well, but it is not as easy to use as modern cement.

"Yes, but it's better to use than the mortar you use. It's more plastic and stronger after drying." Sarah briefly described the properties of cement.

After hearing this, Ophelin pursed her lips, and the light in her beautiful eyes dimmed. "But Saint Lady... we don't have the magic-guiding materials, so we probably can't make something like this..."

"...Magic Conduction Materials?" Salerleqi asked, "When did I say I wanted to add Magic Conduction Materials?"

"Huh?" This time it was Ophelin's turn to be shocked. The head succubus's mouth dropped open slightly. "Doesn't it require magical materials? Crystallized clay, mithril powder, and the like... Without these, how can it be better than ordinary mortar?"

"It's like this... This is a recipe I learned from an alchemist at the Duke's Palace. It doesn't require any magical materials." Salares said, feeling a bit amused. "But it does require high-temperature calcination. Just use whatever fire you have."

"I understand, Miss Sallelei, I will gather the craftsmen..." Although she was still a little hesitant, she nodded out of trust in the "Saint".

At this moment, Isadore also squeezed over, her eyes sparkling, and she almost put her little face on the paper to lick it. But Sallelei knew from her expression that she didn't understand at all.

"What is this, what is this, Lady Saint?" Isadore blinked, raised her face from the paper, and looked at Sharlele with hope.

Sharlele couldn't help but laugh at her excitement. Although she knew the little golden-haired pig was expecting a shiny, impressive name, she calmly replied, "You can call it Cement."

"Water...mud..." Isadore scratched her head, seeming a little disappointed with the simple name, but she immediately recovered her spirits and devoutly drew a holy emblem on her chest, "Then thank the goddess for giving us cement!"

Salaret: “…”

Otherwise, you can just beg the goddess to give you a dump truck.

Soon, other succubus nuns also gathered around, and from time to time they made some exclamations such as "There is obviously no magic channeling material used", "Is there still a blessing ceremony missing", "Is this some kind of druid magic", "You are stupid, why would the Saint use pagan magic?"

Looking at them talking at the same time, Shailelei was a little amused.

It's just a piece of cement, are you so surprised?

But then she thought, it might really be true for people from other worlds.

Due to the existence of magic, the technological development of this world is vastly different from that of Earth. Under the influence of magic, even if the people of this world skip some key technologies, they can still miraculously connect the entire technological tree and develop magical technologies that Earthlings cannot even imagine.

According to Sharlelei Dravi's memories, "Fortification" was a low-level spell that most junior mages knew, and "Stone Shaping" was a more advanced spell. Even without relying on mages to cast spells, adding magical materials to building materials to make them stronger was a common practice.

Therefore, cement, which is commonplace for Earthlings and does not require magic or magic-conducting materials, is so magical to people from other worlds.

For Sharlele, compared to cement solidifying into stone after drying, the more fantastical thing is that nobles would add crystallized clay powder or mithril powder when building castles and ask wizards to cast the spell of fortification.

If Yuequan Town didn't have the conditions, she really wanted to see how the magic of the other world empowered the construction industry...

Volume 1: From Crazy Daughter to Saint: Chapter 35: Derek is still trying

However, Sharlelei didn't think that simply presenting the cement formula would guarantee success. Cement, steam engines, gunpowder, and magical knowledge... a multi-pronged approach was the right path.

After all, the material properties of this world are not exactly the same as those of Earth, and given the limited conditions in Yuequan Town, it's likely that modern cement simply can't be made. Even if cement is successful, it doesn't mean that all Earth technologies can be successfully replicated.

So she wasn't going to put all her eggs in one basket.

"Don't be too happy too soon. This alchemical product may not be successfully produced. The normal wall repair process must continue." At Sharlelei's reminder, the succubus nuns slowly dispersed and returned to their seats.

Then, Sharlelei arranged the nuns' work schedule for the day. Besides continuing to count the food and other supplies in the warehouse, she also planned to take time that evening to teach Ophelin how to create spreadsheets and files using modern management techniques, and to continue searching for the elf bracelet in the library.

However, the most urgent task today is to take out the crossbows from the warehouse and train the guards.

After lunch, Charlene, Opheline and a group of nuns came to the warehouse of the lord's mansion. Led by the clerks and guards, they opened the wooden box covered with thick dust and took out the crossbows that Durenna had mentioned.

But as she weighed the equally dusty, heavy, and dirty crossbows, Sharlene's heart sank. These crossbows looked like they hadn't been maintained for a long time, and she didn't know if they were still usable...

She muttered to herself as she handed the crossbow to the guard beside her. The guard loaded the crossbow with arrows, clumsily strung the crossbow, aimed at a tree in the courtyard, and pulled the trigger.

But with a crisp "snap" sound, the crossbow string suddenly broke under the heavy load, not only failing to launch the arrow, but also nearly hitting the guard in the face. He stupidly held the completely scrapped crossbow in his hands, not knowing what to do.

This time, not only the guard was stunned, but even Ophelin, who was watching nearby, was stunned. Meanwhile, Sallelei's face completely darkened.

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"How long have these crossbows been stored in the warehouse?" Sharlelei asked sternly as she hurried back to the living room.

"The butler said that Derek brought this when he came to Moon Spring Town to take up his post three years ago. And he took it from the warehouse of the Lord's Mansion in Greystone Town, so..." Ophelin stammered.

After hearing her words, Sharlene slapped herself in the face.

God knows how long these crossbows had been in Greystone Town before arriving at Moon Spring Town... Of course, it's also possible that Baron Volo was afraid that his younger brother would cause trouble, so he deliberately gave him a batch of defective products.

"Has he never opened the box and taken care of it in these years?"

"Yes, because... those guards are enough to maintain law and order. Besides, Graystone Town is behind him, and the mountain folk are unwilling to clash with the forces of a baron, so... these crossbows have never been used..."

"Oh my god..." Salarei rubbed her temples. "Immediately call in the craftsmen to repair it. We need to salvage as much as we can."

Ophelin said cautiously, "Miss Sallelei, if the crossbow mechanism is damaged, we can ask a carpenter to repair it, but... if the crossbow string deteriorates and breaks, then..."

"Go on."

"...Well, it has to be completely replaced. But the crossbow string is made of materials such as beef tendon, gum, and silk thread. We don't have beef tendon, nor do we have the substitute deer tendon. And..."

"State the conclusion."

"And let's not even talk about whether we can finish it before the falling leaves month. Even if we can rush out a batch, there won't be time to train the guards."

Sallelei stopped, staring at Ophelin with burning eyes. Somehow, looking at this "saint" who was much younger than herself, Ophelin felt a hint of fear in her heart, and she couldn't help but take a step back.

"...I'm sorry, I shouldn't have lost my temper with you." After a moment, Sharlelei realized her mistake. "We'll start the trial production of cement this afternoon."

After saying this, Sharlene fell into deep thought again and remained silent for a long time.

It is not realistic to buy a batch of crossbows now. The nearest settlement to Yuequan Town is Huishi Town. If we go there to buy crossbows, it will definitely arouse the suspicion of the Volo family.

As for buying it from other places... Yuequan Town is located in a remote area, and even if you can buy some, the day lilies will be cold by the time you go back and forth.

Although bows can be used without crossbows, it takes longer to train archers, and none of Derek's guards are good at using bows and arrows.

The only people in Yuequan who can use bows and arrows are the few hunters and the mountain dwellers. Should we recruit some more hunters into the guards? If we recruit the mountain dwellers as well...

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but mutter aloud: "Ah, Derek is indeed worthy of it. Even after being arrested, he is still causing trouble for me..."

"Derek? What happened to him, Lady Saint?"

"Nothing. I was just thinking of hanging him..."

At the same time, Derek, who was shivering in the dungeon, sneezed violently.

"Also, prepare an empty room away from the main house, a stove for boiling water, and charcoal..." Sallelei said, "Forget it, I'll make a list later, and you prepare the ingredients on it."

After hearing what Sharlelei said, Ophelin looked confused: "...Um, what are you going to do?"

Sallelei: "...scientific experiment."

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As night fell, Isadore, wearing a nightgown, hugged her pillow and clutched a small medicine bottle, and walked barefoot to the door of Sallelei's bedroom. She suppressed her pounding heartbeat and knocked gently on the door, but no one answered.

Somewhat confused, she pushed the door open a little, but the bedroom was empty and the quilt was neatly folded on the bed.

"Sister Sasha...isn't she here? That's strange, she was here during dinner."

Isadore rolled her eyes, went into the room, threw herself on the bed and rolled over several times, then tiptoed to the desk and looked through the books that Sallelei had placed on the desk. But soon, she yawned out of boredom and threw the book aside.

Suddenly, Isadore's eyes lit up, and she rushed to the dressing mirror and picked up a handkerchief. She stared at the handkerchief, and for some reason her cheeks flushed.

The little succubus raised her head vigilantly and looked left and right. After confirming that there was no one around, she secretly put the handkerchief to her nose and took a deep breath.

Breathing in the scent of the handkerchief, her eyes began to blur, her expression became a little trance, and her breathing became involuntarily rapid. Finally, with a red face, she stuffed the handkerchief into her arms, hugged the pillow and ran away as if escaping.