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

In this way, those half-orcs joined the country of Marconia as nobles of the kingdom and obtained a semi-independent status.

Tempus must admit, this is a good move.

Although this means that the Grant family's territory has not substantially increased, but it follows that the Grant family no longer has to bear this big burden.

And with this kind of semi-subordination, the Granster family can not only share the tax revenue of that area, but also run exclusive business with half-orcs with exclusive treatment.

The dense forest is certainly scary, but the abundant production and the purchasing power that the half-orcs have accumulated over the years will bring a steady stream of income to the Granster family.

Tempus can predict that the Granster family will not only recover further in a short period of time, but also continue to grow in the next few years and become a semi-independent kingdom in the true sense.

And the elite fighters among the orcs are also very likely to be added to the private army of the Granster family in the next period of time.

These individual fighters, whose quality is far superior to that of humans, will also become ruthless killing machines on the battlefield after obtaining the equipment carefully crafted by the Granster family.

This is really a terrifying prospect that Tempus never imagined before, and, soon, it will become a reality with time!

"I underestimated her, Margaret... It was really a huge mistake!"

Tempus was annoyed.

To be honest, if the Earl of Granster himself had won this victory, things would not have been so bad.

Under normal circumstances, there is no such thing as being accepted as an aristocrat after being converted from another race.

Bishop-level clergy with this authority are unlikely to appear on the battlefield themselves, and bishops with this authority cannot normally accept them as subordinates by giving titles to surrenderers.

As for normal nobles, it is naturally impossible for them to have the right to agree to the conversion of other races.

Margaret's dual identity at this time made her a complete BUG under the system of the Marconian Kingdom!

Existing laws and systems cannot restrain the existence of such super-standards.

This completely unreasonable thing just happened.

"I have to stop her."

Tempus murmured.

But Humphrey next to him stopped him with a rare speech.

"No, Your Majesty, the winner cannot be blamed, you can only reward her!"

Tempus froze.

That's right, this war was originally initiated by himself, and the Granster family only participated in it for the sake of preferential conditions.

As a promoter, theoretically speaking, he does have the obligation to reward the participants.

And Margaret, as the greatest victor, can't just [*

Tempus didn't even have the right to punish Margaret, because the whole thing was at his own behest.

In name, Margaret just implemented the king's strategic goals very well, and received the spoils she deserved in the way she liked.

Completely blameless.

Tempus nodded feebly, indicating that he knew the seriousness.

Then, he swung Humphrey and the others away, expressing that he wanted to be alone.

But a few hours later, Tempus secretly summoned Viscount Lemes.

"Lemes, I need your help with a problem."

"Follow your orders, Your Majesty."

"I need the existence of Margaret Granster to disappear from this world!"

Viscount Lemes was stunned.

He raised his head rudely, and looked at his master with disbelief.

This is too much!

A king actually wanted to murder his subjects, and he was a hero!

This kind of thing can only be done by those stupid kings who have been infamous for thousands of years.

And just when Viscount Lemes couldn't help admonishing him, Tempus also found out that his words were wrong.

He smiled uneasily, and continued:

"Of course, I didn't ask you to do it. It's not good. I mean, isn't there an old enemy in the Granster family? Find her and find a way to make her move."

"We can't dirty our hands, but there's nothing wrong with borrowing someone else's knife, isn't it?"

A few minutes later, Viscount Lemes walked out of the room with a heavy heart.

He understands that from today, many things will no longer be the same as before.

King he, crossed the line.

Chapter 38 A Warning from Lemes

"Really, I'm not a child anymore, Father."

Phyllis stood at the door of the circus with some amusement, and shrugged helplessly at her father.

In order not to make people suspect that she had parted ways with her father, Phyllis reluctantly appeared at the intersection designated by Viscount Lemes after receiving her father's letter.

Then, the father suddenly started a mystery, saying that he wanted to give his daughter a surprise, and then he couldn't help but say that he took his daughter into the carriage.

Phyllis was actually a little uneasy at the time—she was really scared, and the surprise her father said was that she had already found a husband for her.

Thankfully, when she got out of the carriage, no pretentious man appeared in front of her.

On the contrary, there is only a lively circus here, and the laughter of children can be heard from the huge tent.

"I know, but I still remember, I owe you once."

Viscount Lemes said with obvious apology.

"On your 8th birthday, I promised to take you to the circus, but I missed the appointment that day because of His Majesty's mission."

"After that, I often felt guilty because of it, but the increasingly heavy responsibilities made it impossible for me to spare time to spend time with you."

"Recently, it's rare to be free, and a traveling circus happened to come here, so..."

Viscount Lemes spoke sincerely, but Phyllis only had a sneer in her heart.

What did you do early?

It was true that she made this request at the age of 8, but now she is almost 19!

In the past ten years, Viscount Lemes has never mentioned this matter, so he really thought that Phyllis was stupid and didn't know that there must be something ulterior motives this time?

But she didn't want to quarrel with her father in public, so in the end she just nodded reservedly and stretched out her arm to her father.

"Well, Father, I hope this brings back some more memories of the good old days."

She had already made up her mind that no matter what request her father made, she would find a way to shirk it.

Anyway, there are only a few possibilities - win over Serena, monitor Serina, win over people around Serena, spy on the core information of the church, and so on.

Funds can be received, but work is definitely not done!

But to Phyllis' surprise, Viscount Lemes did not mention work at all in the next period of time.

He was really like a good father, taking Phyllis around the stalls around the circus, happily asking Phyllis what she wanted, and often stuffing delicious snacks into the circus Phyllis' hands.

To be honest, Phyllis only felt embarrassed.

She is a big girl, and she wants to be treated the same as the child next to her who is less than 10 years old.

But she really couldn't refuse her father's kindness—who knows if there are other spies of the king nearby watching the father and daughter?

So, in the end, she just reluctantly accepted the gift and entered the big tent of the circus with a lot of snacks.

After buying the tickets and taking his seat, the Viscount didn't mention anything important.

He was really like an ordinary audience, happily watching the wonderful performance brought by the joint efforts of the animal trainers and the beasts.

For a while, Phyllis thought she was dreaming.

Today's Viscount Lemes is too abnormal, as if he is another person.

A good dad who only exists in Phyllis' dreams.

Phyllis just followed the show in a daze, and even at the end, she became inexplicably happy.

And just when the elephant finished the difficult ball rolling and the cheers in the tent reached its peak, Viscount Lemes suddenly returned to his normal state.

With the barrier of the sound waves and the standing audience, he approached Phyllis's ear like lightning, and whispered quickly.

"His Majesty Tempus wants to find Stephanie and have her kill Margaret the Holy Maiden."

"This is not a joke, you must stop this from happening."

"Also, remember, Phyllis, Dad really loves you."

Phyllis felt dizzy.

What did she hear?How is this possible...

But when she turned to look at her father, she found that his father had already sat back in his seat, his face full of admiration for the performance.

She immediately understood that Viscount Lemes was serious about those few words just now.

Phyllis's brain suddenly fell into chaos.

She never dreamed that her father would do such a thing that was close to betraying the king.

Is this still her father who wholeheartedly worked for the king and only wanted to climb the ladder?

But the good training allowed her to quickly put on an expression similar to her father's and turn her attention back to the stage.

…………

"Oh?"

After hearing Phyllis' report, Serena was really taken aback.

She thought that although Tempus was a very successful guy, he still had the level of a king.

But looking at it now, she overestimated this guy.

Assassination itself is a low-level thing, but Tempus has the intention of doing such a low-level method, and he doesn't want to dirty his hands-this kind of behavior that is both necessary and necessary directly makes him feel in Serena's heart. The evaluation has been downgraded by two levels.

"You can't pretend you didn't hear about this kind of thing."

Meredith frowned too.

"I've heard of the title of the Soul Hunting Witch, and the Granster family has indeed lost many descendants with her."

"As long as the king's people can find this witch, I think she won't mind killing another Grant."

Serena smiled indifferently, and said:

"It's not a big problem. I have an agreement with Stephanie. She promised me that she won't touch Margaret for a few years..."

Meredith's eyes flickered a few times——do you still have something to do with this notorious witch?

In order to dig out more information, Meredith asked in a worried tone:

"Can you describe the situation in detail? In this way, we can better determine the countermeasures."

Serena didn't think too much, and briefly described what happened at that time.

But after Meredith listened, she showed a really worried expression.

"Serina, when you made an appointment with Stephanie, you didn't use your true colors, and Margaret wasn't a saint, right?"

"Of course."

Serena replied puzzled.

"Then, have you ever thought that your charmer form has never appeared in the eyes of the world after that. And after that, Margaret not only has been smooth sailing, but also became the saint of the church."

"Normally, Stephanie would think that the succubus is probably dead, and Margaret's right to hunt has returned to her, right?"

"hiss!"

Serena gasped.