System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

Although he was very resistant to the objects that appeared in front of him, Syl no longer had much resistance to the fact that he became a beautiful girl.

On the contrary, I still feel that the more beautiful I am with the new card, the better.

It would be best if each picture is a different kind of beauties, then that would be great.

Syl was worried that he would fall in love with himself in the card, because it was so pretty.

Oh, except for clowns.

The current Silco doesn't have a good impression of the clown card. Although she is also a beauty, the experience for Sil is not very good.

After putting on the mask again, Syl felt relieved.

After all, I am not familiar with the surrounding environment. I am so good-looking, and I am embarrassed to keep showing my face for others to see, and it is easy to attract unnecessary prying eyes.

And after wearing the mask, you can't smell the faint smell in the air.

Ugh......

The most important thing now is to think about how to spend the night. When the Pope comes back, he has to go back to the church as soon as possible.

After all, his body is still seriously injured, so if he comes out, he will definitely fall into a coma.

The rest of the church, Syl, didn't quite believe it, and Sigma obviously didn't learn the magic of healing. Now Syl can trust only the Pope's sister.

Come on, the big sister who was dragged, must come back safely.

"Uhhhhh-"

"Woooooo-"

"Quick, stop the bleeding, is there any cloth, damn it, don't you even have a clean cloth!?"

"Edward! Wake up Edward!"

Syl, who was strolling along the street, noticed seven or eight people gathered together in the alley between the two buildings, as if something had happened.

Through the gaps in the crowd, a pool of blood could still be seen, as if some bloody incident had occurred.

Regarding this kind of matter, Searle has no desire to watch onlookers at all, and even stays far away to avoid getting involved with these troublesome matters.

But with this thought in mind, Syl turned around and turned into the alley.

"Get out of the way, I'm a doctor, let me take a look." Searle spoke in the mask, and the outside sounded a little stuffy, and the age could not be distinguished.

Searle: "?"

How can I abduct myself and find trouble?

Suddenly, Syl recalled the affixes on the doctor's card.

warm-hearted.

So it's a good old man...

Ugh......

At any rate, he was still doing a good deed, so Searle didn't forcefully control his body to leave, but relaxed the control of his body a little.

Think of it as a level of fit, and let the doctor Kalu use both skills to brush up his skill proficiency.

Syl comforted himself in this way in his heart.

After Syl spoke, it seemed that it was because of her attire, or because she was already in a daze, the people opened a gap and let Syl go in.

Looking at the bloody man lying on the ground, who seemed to be dying after falling from a high altitude, Searle frowned slightly.

Even through the silver mask and filtered herbs, one can feel a strong smell of blood.Disgusting.

"Can you please disperse a little bit? The injured need enough fresh air." Syl waved his hand and patiently let the people around him disperse.

The panicked people around all retreated a little timidly.

They don't know medical skills, and they don't have the money to find a private doctor, let alone believers in any church. Now they can only place their hopes on the person in front of him who claims to be a doctor.

Opening the leather tool bag slung across his waist, Searle took out the knives and materials inside.

It's just that no matter how you look at it, this kind of serrated sharp knife doesn't seem to be used by living people.

Accompanied by the hair-raising sawing of flesh and the stitching sound of silver needles piercing flesh and blood, the people around retreated again and again, almost daring not to look at this bloody scene.

Slowly, the broken bones were pinched to death by thin plates, and the soft skin was connected by black threads. After an hour, there was not a single wound on the man lying on the ground.

Not even... not quite a person...

There are traces of stitching all over the body, and most of the places are stitched together by flesh and blood from different places.

It doesn't matter if the skin color is different, but this person has two fingers sewn into his eyes...

More like a terrifying zombie than a human.

"Welcome back to the world." Under the mask, Syl smiled and wiped the knife, then took off the glove on his left hand, as if he was doing the last step.

She stretched out her left hand directly, and gently scratched her palm with a knife in her right hand, and blood dripped down her palm into the mouth of the man on the ground.

The man who had finished stitching slowly opened his eyes...

Chapter 13 Polluted river water

"Ho-"

There was a low sound of exhalation from the man's mouth, and the passers-by around him couldn't hold back and took a few steps back.

Some people even sneaked away while others were not paying attention.

Life is not easy, and it's interesting to hear other people's supernatural stories, but they don't want to get involved in any strange supernatural events.

Searle ignored the man on the ground, but satisfactorily cleaned his knives and put them back into his surgical bag one by one.

Just when Syl got up and was about to leave, a petite figure stood in front of Syl.

It was a little girl with freckles on her cheeks and looked a little thin.

"Thank you, big sister." The little girl raised her head and looked at Syl, seeming to muster up a lot of courage, "Thank you for saving my brother."

"You're welcome, I'm just a kind doctor passing by." Although the mask blocked him, Syl tilted his head slightly and smiled at the little girl.

"Well... can I know your name? Big sister." Seeing that Syl was about to leave, the little girl said again, "When the factory pays... wages, I will give you You paid for it."

When it came to paying wages, the little girl obviously lacked confidence.

"Salary?" Syl looked at the little girl who was obviously only about eight or nine years old, and was obviously puzzled.

Does this factory still employ child labor?

Although it might just be due to malnutrition, it looks younger, but it is impossible to be more than ten years old.

"Let's just leave out the rewards. Helping others is just my hobby," Syl smiled and waved his hands. "As for me? You can call me Sister Lucy."

After Syl finished speaking, regardless of the little girl who seemed to have something to say, she turned around and walked out of the alley.

At this moment, all the people in the alley had dispersed out of fear, and in the shadows, only a little girl could be seen standing in front of a sitting figure.

And that figure was looking at his right hand with eyeballs in his palm.

Then he saw the fingers in his eye socket through the eye on the right hand.

"Ahhhhhhhhh-"

The screams echoed behind Syl, but all of this was no longer Syl's business.

People have been snatched back from the hands of the god of death. As for life or death, it is completely left to the "patient" to judge by himself.

As for the current Syl, he rubbed his stomach while walking on the street.

very hungry......

Searle reached out and felt all the pockets of his clothes, but he couldn't find a penny.

I would have known better if I touched the corpse just now... Maybe I could make some money.

Of course, Syl was just thinking about it in her heart. If it happened again, she would slip as fast as possible.

As Seale walked aimlessly along the main road, the flow of people gradually increased, and even the number of kerosene street lamps increased.

On the road that can accommodate three carriages side by side, there will be carriages passing by from time to time, and most of them use curtains to block the windows, making it difficult for people to see the situation inside.

These are masters, right?

Sigh... I'm so envious, it would be great if I was a rich person, at least I wouldn't worry about eating.

Thinking about it this way, it seems like a good choice to be a saint who is worshiped by the entire church.

At least when it comes to mastering people, he is very sure.

As for tonight, let's go hungry first, it's just one more night of hunger, it's no big deal.

However, the problem of drinking water still needs to be solved. It is no problem to not eat food for a few days, but Syl, who has not drank water until now, feels that his lips are a bit dry.

Let's see if we can find a river. Safety is the most important thing. Syl would rather drink the river water than interact with other people.

Moreover, cities are generally built along rivers, and I believe there will be no deviation in this point in another world.

"River... small river..." The more Syl said in his heart, the more dry his mouth became.

Along the way, strange eyes kept looking at Syl, but no one came to trouble her.

It's just a black robe and a silver beak mask, which can be regarded as a younger brother in exotic clothes.

Finally, hard work paid off, and in the place with the most traffic, Searle finally found a small river without fences.

And this is also the place with the brightest lights, all kinds of shops are open, juggling clowns, children selling cigarettes...and passers-by walking constitute a lively scene.

After walking along the river for a while, Syl saw a bridge. Most importantly, there was a staircase beside the bridge leading to the platform below, where the water source below could be reached.

Searle couldn't help speeding up his pace. The light of the street lamp reflected on the water surface, which was actually a little attractive in Searle's eyes.

But after Syl walked down, he realized that something was wrong with the river.

It's not that the river looks dark because it's dark, but that the river is very turbid.

After taking off his gloves, Syl held some water in his hands and looked at it, frowning slightly.

She couldn't keep her mouth shut, she wanted to drink the river water that looked like it had been polluted by some kind of discharge.