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

'It's interesting, I already understand a little bit, so let's play with you first. '

Chapter 19 Isn't this the surprise?

It wasn't until night fell that Eve walked out of Albert's room.

She looked mournful, holding a piece of paper tightly in her hand, walking as if she was about to fall down at any time.

Seeing her coming out, the people waiting around immediately surrounded her.

"Teacher?"

For such a question, Eve just nodded, and then began to choke up, unable to say a word.

Everyone immediately understood that Albert had passed away.

In just a few seconds, the place was filled with sobs.

Seeing that everyone was crying, Moira's eye circles also turned red.

And Serena just walked up to Eve with a serious look, patted her on the back, and asked:

"Is this Ms. Albert's will that you have?"

Eve nodded, handed the paper to Serena, and whispered:

"Please, please choose to read."

Serena nodded and read directly.

The content of the will is actually very simple, most of which deal with Albert's property.

Her little money was donated to the monastery;

The divine arts research notes were left to the disciple with the highest level of divine arts research, and there was also a request for her to sort out these researches and publish them;

Albert's personal letters accumulated over the years were left to several noble disciples, both as a commemoration and as a transfer of contacts;

Generally speaking, her arrangements are reasonable and have benefited almost every disciple, which indeed shows her well-known wisdom.

And Eve, as her favorite closed disciple, inherited the position of abbot of St. Louisa Monastery.

'Well, this kind of private giving and receiving, Aurora Ken[&

For some reason, Aurora's puffy little face appeared in front of Serena's eyes.

She shook her head slightly, then glanced at the people around her.

"That's all that's written on it. The handwriting is clear and unmodified, and there is Ms. Albert's signature and seal below."

"Does anyone want to verify the authenticity of this?"

The leading female disciples around shook their heads silently.

Everyone knows Eve's character, so there's no point in making such an effort.

At this time, Eve also somewhat slowed down.

She raised her head and looked at the sisters around her, and said softly:

"The teacher's meaning of his funeral is to keep it simple and fast, and it is best to be buried tomorrow."

"As for the host of the funeral, since Your Excellency the Holy Maiden is here, there is no need for everyone to argue, right?"

Now that the matter has come to this point, there is really nothing to argue about, so everyone nodded silently, with no objection at all.

For the next thing, I don't need Serena to intervene.

With so many disciples here, obviously there is no shortage of spirit guards, so Serena quickly took Moira to leave and left for the guest room.

And when the funeral really started the next day, Serena got busy.

It is said to be simple and fast, but just talking about the number of disciples and interpersonal relationships here, as well as the status of the St. Louisa Convent in the local area, the funeral is not very fast.

Early in the morning, Serena had to anoint the corpse, which was a courtesy Albert deserved.

It stands to reason that Serena only needs to wipe a symbolic amount on her forehead, but she still insisted on completing the whole procedure with Eve.

This serious attitude immediately greatly improved the impression of Serena among Albert's disciples.

Many people immediately assured in their hearts that as long as the newly promoted saintess doesn't mention the embarrassing things of last night, they can give her a push when needed.

When mourning later, Serena's etiquette was also in place, and no one could find any faults.

As for the speech before the burial, Serena also wrote it with full of emotion, and she complimented Albert very much, making all the disciples present feel honored.

In this way, until dusk, Albert's body was finally sealed in the catacomb of the monastery and entered a permanent sleep.

It was supposed to be like this...

"Go, Moira, I'll take you to a good show!"

In the middle of the night, Serena suddenly lifted Moira from the bed, and motioned her to get dressed and go out with herself.

Moira, who was at a loss, had to follow suit.

But what frightened her was that after Serena led her out of the room, she actually went straight to the catacombs!

"That... Sister Serena, did we go the wrong way?"

Reason told Moira that Serena would definitely not make such a low-level mistake, but her emotion was that she really hoped that Serena was just lost.

"Hi, that's right, it's here."

Serena grabbed Moira's little hand nonchalantly, and dragged her to the grave.

When the two walked down the steps to the ground, Moira was already trembling to the point that her teeth were making obvious clucking sounds.

"That, Lord Serena, we shouldn't disturb the dead!"

Regarding Moira's reminder, Serena shook her head nonchalantly.

"Hey, dead people won't be unhappy, but not half-dead. Come on, let's see how she reacts!"

half dead.

The word made Moira even more creepy.

What is half dead?Could it be a legendary ghost?

Moira felt that her body was going limp, and even her sphincter seemed to be out of control.

The next second, she was suddenly embraced by Serena, and then she was photographed with an inspiring magic spell.

The warm breath permeated Moira from inside and outside her body, making her feel dazzled.

But Serena didn't take the opportunity to do anything to Moira, she just kept moving forward, and finally stopped near Albert's tomb.

"Shhh, you can keep quiet for now. The moon is about to rise, and the guy will wake up soon."

Although she was still worried about the meaning of Serena's words, for some reason, Moira no longer felt afraid at all.

Then with the faint fire light, she looked obsessively at Serena's shining red hair, just like seeing a bonfire in the cold night.

'Oh, it would be even better if it was pink. '

In a daze, Moira thought this, and gradually calmed down.

After an unknown amount of time, Moira suddenly heard a creaking sound.

Following the sound, she suddenly found that Albert's coffin had been opened from the inside!

Fear returned to Moira's body again, and she instinctively struggled to escape from this terrible place.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here, there's no danger."

A soft finger pressed lightly on Moira's lips, stifling her scream that was about to escape.

The tighter hug also made Moira stop struggling.

In the faint firelight, a vague figure crawled out of the coffin, and began to curse.

"Eve, a bad boy, actually attracted the saint! Fortunately, my mother reacted quickly, otherwise I would really die!"

Serena, who was watching, couldn't help laughing.

Look, isn't the surprise here?

Chapter 20 Albert's True Face

In Serena's field of vision, accompanied by the rustling sound, the figure that should be Albert took off the shroud and mourning clothes.

Some kind of magical breath also moved with Yun, and the figure in front of him seemed to have some changes.

In the haze, the originally shriveled outline became plump, allowing the faint firelight to outline a graceful curve.

Then, dots of golden starlight radiated from the dark place, and a pair of ruby-like eyes burst into radiance.

"Ah, where did I keep my spare clothes?"

This time, the voice became younger, full of seductive charm.

The creature, which might have been Albert, groped about its own grave, and let out a cry of childlike delight.

"Ah, I found it! Ha, I'm really not old yet."

A few minutes later, there was the sound of brisk footsteps, and a blond, red-eyed nun with the temperament of a royal sister walked under the torch, showing her figure.

Even Serena secretly marveled at the nun's beauty.

And Moira finally couldn't help letting out a cute scream.

"Yeah? Changed?"

The blond nun froze for a moment.

Her voice was a little frightened and a little begging for mercy.

"Well, Ms. Phantom, although I don't know who you are, I really have no malicious intentions."

"Look, I'm not dead yet, so...see you again!"

When the sound landed, the blond nun shrank and shot out like a sharp arrow.

Then, a white light flashed, and the figure was bounced back by something, and rolled to the ground in embarrassment.

"Clap clap clap!"

Serena stepped out of the shadows while applauding.

She looked playfully at the mosquito-repellent-eyed nun who had collapsed on the ground, and said softly:

"It turns out that Ms. Albert, who was buried here, is not only a vampire, but also afraid of ghosts. It really opened my eyes."

These words were terrible, and the blond nun immediately bounced off the ground.

"I'm not Albert, and it's just an accident that I'm here. Also, I'm not afraid of ghosts!"

Although the other party denied the three consecutive times, Serena just smiled lightly, without any hint of anger.

"Hey, why don't we check Ms. Albert's coffin now? You came out, but there is no body inside."

"Also, even if your appearance and figure have changed, but the smell has not changed, there is still your body odor on the shroud..."

"No such thing!"

The blond nun jumped up.

"I don't smell it at all, it's no wonder you can smell it!"

"Tsk tsk, look, if I say something casually, you will show a new show."

Serena sneered.

"What looks like a human but has no body odor? There are more or less living creatures..."

"So, you can only be undead. And your scarlet eyes, aren't they the symbol of a vampire?"

The blond nun flinched a bit, but immediately put on a gesture of non-acknowledgment.

"I'm not, you're talking nonsense! You just want to frame me, right? A saint can do whatever she wants? Be careful to violate the commandments and be kicked out of the church!"

Serena's smile widened even wider.