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

Indeed, she and Meredith had complete good intentions, Serena, that frivolous woman, really stepped into several boats!

Aurora pursed her lips, pointed to the wardrobe beside her, and said with some embarrassment:

"There is a little bear that my father bought for me. I can fall asleep quickly by holding it. Please bring it here for me."

A few minutes later, Aurora, who hugged the bear tightly, finally fell asleep...

"Yo, it's black today? Aurora, have you grown up?"

As if through a thick fog, Aurora found herself among the forget-me-nots of her hometown.

But this time, Serena's cynical voice came from below her.

"Serena!"

Aurora blushed, and squeezed her nightgown tightly with her hands, blocking Serena's view from the grass.

"Get up quickly, what does this look like!"

After taking a few steps back, Aurora yelled at Serena with a vicious voice.

"Well, that's good, that's good..."

At this time, Aurora discovered that Serena was actually lying in the grass, weaving a beautiful wreath with flowers.

Serena's hands are very dexterous, as soon as she stood up, the wreath in her hand was completed.

She walked briskly in front of Aurora, placed the wreath firmly on Aurora's golden hair, looked at it, and smiled.

"Sure enough, Aurora, you and the forget-me-not are a perfect match, they are both small, hehe!"

Aurora, who was still in a state of emotion the last second, suddenly shouted angrily:

"What a small thing! I've grown up a lot!"

"Is it?"

The next second, Aurora found herself flying into the air—it was Serena who hugged her under the armpit and lifted her up.

"Look, I can still play high with you..."

This embarrassing situation immediately made Aurora's face emit high-heat steam.

"Let go, let me down, how long are you trying to humiliate me!"

And just as Aurora said that, Serena buried her face in Aurora's chest.

"Well, if you feel it this way, it is indeed a bit bigger..."

"Don't go too far!"

At this time, Aurora, mixed with shame and anger, already wished to get her dagger and give Serena a cross.

Perhaps because she felt that it would be difficult to coax if this continued, Serena really let Aurora down.

"Okay, don't you just let it go?"

"Let's go, I'll take you to another place to play today."

With these words, the surrounding scene quickly distorted.

"and many more!"

Aurora, who finally calmed down, finally remembered her task today.

She looked up into Serena's eyes and made the request.

"I'm not a child anymore, and I don't need to go to playgrounds or other places to play. I want to see your past, Serena."

"I don't know enough about you, do I?"

Serena looked at Aurora in some surprise, and nodded.

"That's it, that's fine."

The surrounding scene quickly froze at Cape Sillero.

Serena took Aurora's hand and walked along the coastline.

As she walked, she introduced the surrounding situation.

At the same time, from time to time, say a few words of old memories that I have a deep impression on.

"...there is Gray's house. When Little Gray's accident happened, I was still learning how to cook seafood risotto with his sister. There were too many tears mixed into the meal that day. It was very salty and I had never eaten it. Saddest food."

This topic is really a bit sad, Aurora tugged Serena's arm, indicating that she can change to something happier.

Serena thought about it casually, and then said another thing.

"Oh, so, when I had a chance to change the outcome of this matter, I made old Owen and his ship change course and go to the open sea."

"When Little Gray was rescued, we ate the freshly made seafood risotto together. This time it was much better. There was a taste of happiness in the rice..."

Aurora nodded agreeingly at first, then was startled suddenly.

Wait, what did she just hear?

This little Gray, is he dead or not?

How could Serena change this kind of thing!

Chapter 21 Unexpected Obstacles

After half a month of training for the pious, an unexpected obstacle appeared.

The second batch of food Margaret ordered in the name of the church could not be shipped to the west.

"What does it mean to be unlucky!"

Serena patted the table dissatisfiedly with Knight Samuel who was in charge of this matter.

"We gave the money in real money, and it's not a white note. Can this kind of thing be understood by saying that it can't be shipped?"

"Nearly a thousand people here are eating and drinking, and the training can be stopped if it is delayed any longer."

Samuel was full of bitterness, and regretfully replied:

"I actually went to inquire about it. We really can't blame the Bolton Chamber of Commerce for this matter."

"It was the local Bishop, Lord Dunlop, who detained the grain convoy in Powa County."

"Wait, Bishop?"

Serena got even angrier.

"It's just a bishop, how dare you do such a thing?"

"This mission was approved by the Council of Cardinals. He is a bishop, how dare He De block us!"

"Then he has to know the seriousness of the matter..."

Knight Samuel explained in detail.

The western region itself is not the main food producing area of ​​Marconia.

In order to maintain the tranquility of the territory, the nobles here will unite to carry out centralized large-scale purchases in areas with low grain prices every year during the autumn harvest to ensure sufficient reserves.

Powa County, where Bishop Dunlop is located, has become the first priority area for procurement due to its proximity to the west.

But this time, in order to ensure the supply of the new army, Margaret made an additional purchase from other regions after the centralized purchase.

The reason is also very simple. After Powa County delivered its own grain to the nobles of the western border according to the contract, the local grain price naturally rose a little, and the reserves were not suitable for continued large-scale procurement.

This shouldn't be a problem in itself, but something went wrong anyway.

When the grain convoy organized by the Bolton Chamber of Commerce entrusted by Margaret passed through Powa County, the local nobles inexplicably accused them of hoarding and disrupting the market, and brazenly sent troops to detain the grain convoy.

This behavior is very unusual, because it breaks everyone's tacit understanding.

As a serious and responsible person, Knight Samuel found out the crux of the matter after he galloped there and inquired about the specific situation through the noble circle.

"The Babbitt family, from which Bishop Dunlop was born, actually controls the grain guild in Powa County."

"In other words, his family is actually a traditional food supplier in the western region."

"And our procurement this time, in their eyes, is complete treachery - dare to bypass them to purchase food, it is simply trampling on the unspoken rules, and must be punished."

"So, they provoked the subordinate nobles and made this kind of thing."

"whispering sound!"

Serena snorted unhappily.

There are too many broken things in the aristocratic circle, and everything may be on the line.

After thinking about it, she looked at Margaret.

"Someone on your side should know about this kind of thing, why didn't anyone remind you? Do some people need to be beaten?"

Margaret smiled awkwardly, and replied:

"Uh, Sir Jean and his son, who were in charge of this before, were unfortunately killed in the battle of Kolo Valley, so..."

Serena understood immediately.

The loss of a large number of knights not only brought about a direct decline in the armed forces, but also caused huge loopholes in the existing system.

In the traditional aristocratic circle, the affairs that a family is responsible for are likely to be passed down from generation to generation, and other people cannot intervene.

This caused the Granster family to become a paralyzed giant when the knights were accidentally damaged.

"Then tell me, how are we going to deal with this?"

Margaret thought for a while, and answered with some embarrassment:

"Theoretically speaking, it should be us who brought a gift to the Babbitt family to apologize. As long as we get their forgiveness, we should be able to let it go, right?"

Serena nodded unhappily.

Since there are rules, let's follow them first.

It's not a big deal to send a knight to apologize on behalf of the Granster family. Money is not a problem, and this point of face is not a problem at this time!

As long as the matter can be resolved, just pay the price.

Just pay the tuition!

However, three days later, instead of waiting for the news that the convoy was released, they got a reply that made Serena furious.

"What does it mean to ask Saint Margaret to come to apologize in person? Who do they think they are?"

Serena directly tore up the reply letter from the Babbitt family, and looked angrily at the knight who returned the report.

"How did you have the face to bring this kind of thing back? As a knight, shouldn't you fight those guys on the spot?"

Seeing that Serena was really angry, Margaret hurried to stand in front of her knight.

"Serina, it's not Knight Martin's fault. We are already short of manpower, how could a knight's life be wasted on such insignificant things【/

Serena stomped her feet impatiently, and asked again:

"Well, even if we should cherish the knight's life, then this kind of reply is really rude, Margaret, how do you plan to deal with it?"

Margaret hesitated for a moment, then said in a low voice:

"Or, I'd better apologize in person. After all, the soldiers' training cannot be delayed..."

"What a joke!"

Serena shouted angrily.

"Dunlop is just a bishop. You are a saint, and you two are at the same level. How can they dare to ask you to come and apologize?"

Margaret looked at Serena in embarrassment, and said:

"I also inquired about it. Bishop Dunlop himself is a member of the Noble Sect. It is normal for him to look down on me..."

It’s okay not to mention this, but when it comes to Noble Faction, Serena gets even more angry.

The noble faction is actually the biggest opponent of Ercle III within the church.

This faction has always advocated that the church should be integrated with the nobility and completely become part of the Marconian elite.

It is also this faction that has long controlled the selection of saints and others, filling key positions in the church with their own people.