Miss nun is a succubus

"Woo...so shy..."

"I don't know... why I thought of doing this myself..."

"Just... you shouldn't read those weird books..."

Hearing what she said, Lanier burst out laughing.

"It doesn't matter, anyway, if little Latia wants to do it, I will help you."

"It doesn't matter if you don't give it to others, as long as I come."

When Lanier said this, the blush on Latia's face became even more intense.

In this way, Lanier pulled her to the small yard, where she stood looking at the lawn in front of her.

"These...these...and these..."

Lanier got a few tools from her own space, a wooden five-story ladder, a huge wooden basin, a piece of cold silk cloth, and a smaller wooden basin.

"Wrap the inside of the huge tub with transparent cold silk cloth, then pour the grapes into it, and you go up and crush them."

"The crushed grapes will slide out through the outlet at the bottom of the big wooden basin and fall into the small wooden basin..."

"After these crushed grapes are processed, they can be used to make wine. It's very simple."

"Although it takes a little strength and time to crush the grapes, I don't think you will mind doing it with your current strength, little Latia, right?"

Lanier stared at Latia with a pair of eyes, not knowing how much she was looking forward to.

"It's my sister, I beg you, little Latia, you can make more, I want to keep a few bottles until you come back to make again..."

Lanier's burgundy eyes looked at her with pleading eyes. Facing her eyes and words, Latia had no way to refuse...

"I... I know... I'll try it... Woo... So shy..."

"Don't look...don't look...wait...leave me alone, okay..."

However, the more she was like this, the more Lanier wanted to see it.

"No, I'm not only going to see it, I'm also going to record it, take pictures and videotape it."

"I collect the videos myself, but I want to send out the photos."

"I want everyone in the Nora continent to know that this is the only red wine made from grapes crushed by the cutest and invincible nun, Miss Latia. Here, only I can taste."

Lanier is a writer herself, and a great writer with a reputation on the whole continent.

The publishing house she worked with was simply supported by her. If she hadn't been too loud before, the publishing house would not have forced her to retreat to write a book and submit a manuscript.

And there are more than one publishing house related to her. She wants to publicize something and let the whole continent know that it is not difficult at all.

Now, she's already fantasizing about what's next.

Latia's feet are small, white and tender, and fragrant.

The wine made from the grapes stepped on by these beautiful feet must be the best.

It's a pity that the preparations were not complete. If the best quality grapes could be prepared, they would be rare treasures, the kind that I would never be willing to take a sip of.

Ah, little Latia, crush the grapes and serve them, I can't wait.

Seeing her daydream, Latia was really about to cry out of shame.

Wow, I didn't expect to be so shy, what should I do...

When they were shy and daydreaming, someone suddenly came here and "disturbed" them.

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Miss Succubus is a hero: Chapter 6: Little Latia was distributed fairly.

"Huh, Latia, as long as you're fine..."

"Huh? What are you doing?"

The person who came in was Lorraine, or to be precise, she came back.

She obviously didn't have time to participate in what happened last night. As the head of the Radiant Holy Shield Knights, she wants to maintain order in the city and prevent Roald from causing bigger problems.

After all, after knowing that Veronia and the others ran out to deal with the matter, the next thing has nothing to do with her, the knight commander.

But that doesn't mean she doesn't care about Latia, it's just because there are too many things in the city, and she has to deal with the various influences caused by Iseus outside the city, so she finally didn't go home until three o'clock in the middle of the night.

At that time, Latia was already asleep, and it was impossible for her to disturb her, so she could only take a shower and go to bed first.

At six o'clock in the morning, she was sleeping drowsily when she was woken up by a summons from a member of the Knights of the Holy Shield. She had no choice but to go out to deal with it.

This went back and forth until she didn't come back for breakfast until after eight o'clock in the morning.

But when I came back, I found something unusual. It is not normal for Veronia to go to church to deal with things here. Why did Lanier appear in the small yard?Shouldn't she be resting or writing a book?

Because Latia was too short, Lorraine didn't realize where this little girl was for a while.

When she walked into the small yard, she saw Latia standing beside Lanier, and there was a bunch of strange utensils in front of her.

Lorraine didn't understand what they were planning to do for the first time, but then she seemed to come to her senses—this looks familiar no matter what, isn't it something she saw in some noble taverns before?

Although she herself doesn't like to socialize, in the family, sometimes she has no choice but to follow.

So she is quite familiar with the extravagant and peculiar life of those nobles. She just didn't think about it for a while when she saw this thing, and then she understood it.

"Sister Lorraine..."

Seeing Lorraine as if seeing a savior, Latia ran to her side and grabbed her hand, then shrank behind her.

"Is such that……"

Xiao Nizi spoke her thoughts softly, and Lorraine nodded while listening.

Then she looked up at Lanier, and reached a rare consensus with the other party.

"Five five."

When Lorraine opened her mouth, Latia knew instantly that there was... there was no way out.

"Thirty-seven."

However, Lanier did not accept this assignment.

"I seven you three?"

Lorraine frowned, this allocation is fine.

"It's you three and me seven."

Lanelle continued to shake her head, she wanted most of it.

"Why only [-]%?"

Lorraine didn't accept the assignment either.

"You still have to look at my face for [-]%."

Lanier raised her chin slightly, her eyes full of pride.

"Then in front of you, didn't I kneel down and make the request? No."

Even if the opposite is the blood prince, she will never back down.

"But you are kneeling in front of me, do you want it?"

Lanier definitely won't share that much with her.

"If I want [-]% too."

Suddenly, another voice came.

Looking up, Veronia looked at them from the window of her room on the third floor with interest.

"Sister Veronia, didn't you go to church?"

When Radia saw her, she didn't see the joy of the real "savior", but she couldn't laugh or cry.

Well, now it's a mess and everyone wants it, so what should we do?

"Why can't I ask for [-]%?"

However, before Veronia answered, Geweier had already appeared beside Latia.

The confrontation between her and the high-level succubus was all in the dark, and she kept paying attention to it after it was dealt with.

Originally, she was embarrassed to ask for it, but after hearing what they said, Geweier felt that she would be an idiot if she didn't want it.

So she appeared directly next to Latia, and she had to ask for [-]%.

"Then, [-]% for me, [-]% for each of you, okay?"

Gritting her teeth, she was so happy because she aimed at all these women doing their own things.

As a result, not only did they come back in an instant, but they also had to share the "trophies" with her. How could she accept such grievances?

Forty percent, the lowest is forty percent, any lower is unacceptable.

"No, the four of us each get [-]%. Then [-]% will be reserved for Favna and the others, and the remaining [-]% will be auctioned."

"And we can't get it for free, we have to give little Latia a corresponding reward according to the auction price."

"Otherwise, do you want her to do it for us to get for free?"

"Shouldn't let her do it for nothing?"

Veronia has made a decision, and it seems that she doesn't want to continue to change.

"That...can you listen to me?"

Latia skillfully waited until they were "distributed" before speaking.

"What's the matter, little Latia?"

Veronia also floated down. She looked at Latia and asked curiously.

"I... I actually didn't think about what to do..."

"It's fine for everyone to take it... If you take it out... auction or something... it's too strange..."

Latia actually had this purpose from the beginning. She was still thinking about how she should speak, but Veronia finally spoke for her.

But she said it for herself, and Latiya couldn't agree directly, so she had to "struggle".

"This kind of thing is only precious as long as a small part of it flows out."

"If we were the only ones who had it, we wouldn't be able to afford the price."

"Little Latia can make these wines a few more times in the future."

"We keep most of it, and then the rest will flow out."

"It just so happened, Lanier, didn't you say that you want to promote it to the people in the publishing house?"

"We posed for little Latia, and then we shot it."

"Humph."

"This afternoon, we will make little Latia a celebrity in the entire human world."

Veronia is very persistent in trying to turn Latia into a celebrity, and it seems that only in this way can Latia be protected.

"Oh... I will listen to the arrangement of my sisters."

Latia's shame has become numb and indifferent, and she quite agrees with Veronia's words.

Anyway, anyway...do whatever you can.

"Hey, you just need to do your own thing well, and leave the rest to us."

Veronia rubbed Latia's little head, she didn't need to think about these follow-up things, they could do it well.

"Then I want a bottle of treasure."

Lanier saw that Veronia was so persistent, and she didn't ask for anything further.

The current situation cannot be changed by her.

Obviously, Lorraine and Geweier are on Veronia's side. Judging from Latia's reaction, she also accepts this assignment more.