System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

Ashara, who had just returned from her journey, did not take a break, and directly showed her strongest posture, rushing towards Suramar.

Without the slightest rest, the inexperienced pseudo demigod posture unfolded, and now Ashara was completely squeezing her own limit on the road. The original two-day journey could be shortened to one day or less.

Teleportation can only teleport a very short distance. It is obviously unrealistic to use teleportation to travel through most of the Great Saya Empire.

The only thing that can do this is the Pope's scepter in Sharon's hand.

The rapid progress raised a violent sandstorm. After a large amount of sand was thrown into the air by the hurricane, it slowly fell down with the natural breeze.

Ashara only wished she could make it in time.

Don't make the same mistakes again.

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There are still many Ibiza people wandering on the streets of Hambonin Street in the west of Ibiza.

The factory owners have basically been tried. They have lost their goals and have no program, and their faces are somewhat confused.

Since the factories were basically shut down, they didn't have much work to do. They could only rely on some equipment from the dismantling factory to sell, and hoped for relief from the church to make ends meet.

Now there is an urgent need for someone to stand up and lead them to go on, whether it is the clown or the Hope Church, otherwise this place will become a chaotic hotbed of crime.

The original ones, the legitimacy of fighting for one's own rights as human beings, will slowly disappear over time.

In room 69 of Hanboning Street, two girls who looked like girls were still conducting an observation.

"Sure enough, what I told my mentor is right...it's time to come forward...but where is the mentor? Where did he go?" Fina looked at the scene outside the window and dialed helplessly. Own dark green long hair.

Suddenly, Fina opened her eyes wide, looked at Pei'er beside her and asked:

"The tutor won't pick up beautiful girls again, will he?"

"No, Master Fina." Pei'er gracefully raised the teacup in her hand, took a sip of the black tea in it, and said silently while looking out the window, "Master Clown doesn't seem to be interested in love. people."

"That's good..." Fina just breathed a sigh of relief, her expression became tangled again, and she added in distress, "But it's not completely good."

If you are not interested in love, it means you are not interested in Fina...

No, Fina has to do something to interest the tutor.

Fina thought of the words her mentor said before leaving, and quickly made up her mind.

She wants to let her mentor see her transformation!

Mayfair, who was originally sitting by the window, quickly stood up, patted Peier on the shoulder and said:

"Go! Pei'er! Let's go to great things!"

"What is it?" Pei'er's eyes were full of suspicion.

Through these two days of getting along, Pei'er has fully understood the... casualness of the strong man in front of her.

A high EQ can be said to be casual, but if the EQ is low, it can be said that she is weak.

Just yesterday, Fei Na actually asked Pei Er to discuss whether restoring the tutor doll to its original shape and adding a detachable device would make the tutor angry.

Pei'er managed to persuade Fina by talking hard. Finally, seeing Fina's disappointed expression, she spent half the night and used Fina's ready-made tools to help her sew a cute tutor doll.

Originally, as a nobleman, it was impossible for Peier to learn tailoring, a "lower class" talent, but Peier stayed in the room because of her appearance curse since she was a child, and sewing dolls became one of her few pastimes. .

Fina, who had the mentor puppet pillow last night, finally stopped thinking about the puppet, but now, Fina seems to have a new idea.

"I hope that the church will win the fruits of victory! They won't be able to succeed!" Fina smiled and explained, "Besides, following the teacher's method these days, I feel that I am slowly digesting the potion... ..”

Yes, under the influence of her mentor, Fina's mentality began to change.

At the same time, Fina also got some results from her mentor's instigation against Ibiza. The potion, which had not been moved for a long time, finally began to show signs of digestion.

"Could this be the mentor's trial?" Fina suddenly thought of this, and murmured, "Is it for Fina to solve this Goddess of Hope who has stepped in to reap the fruits..."

"Maybe we can use this to find out the nobles behind..."

Originally, Pei'er wanted to persuade Fina not to act rashly, it's better to wait for the mentor.

But when Pei'er heard the latter sentence, Pei'er also fell silent. After a long time, she also stood up, looked at Fei Na and asked:

"Can Peer help me?"

"Of course!" Fina patted Pei'er on the shoulder and said with a smile, "You have a good literary talent, you come to write articles, and I will tell you how to write when the time comes..."

Speaking of this, the space behind Fina twisted for a while, and in an instant, densely packed light blue figures appeared behind Fina.

"The instructor is right, public opinion is the most important thing." Fina raised her eyebrows, looked at the figure behind her and said, "Let's create a wave of fake news about the church first."

Falsification... Isn't it copying? Fina is too familiar with how to copy.

And behind her, there are countless loyal "copiers", and the public opinion is absolutely controlled.

Your church dares to spread the word about its achievements in Ibiza.

I, Fina, also have the ability to do all of this.

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At this time, Syl didn't know that there were many actions surrounding her, and she was still in a predicament at this time.

Fortunately, after Sharon locked Syl here, she didn't use the crystal ball to spy on the room again, and she seemed certain that Syl could not escape from it.

What's more, there is Sandy, the puppet in the room, "guarding" Syl.

But just now, Syl had a new attempt.

"Miss Doctor, can you do me a favor?"

After finishing speaking, Searle took out the two reagents in his pocket, looked at the liquid and sarcoma inside, and waited for the answer in his mind.

[Doctor]: "Huh? Help? No problem!"

As soon as someone mentioned the need for help, the doctor seemed particularly enthusiastic, and even his tone became lighter.

Syl thought for a while before asking, "In this state, can you manipulate your blood?"

[Doctor]: "In this state, it is not possible..."

The doctor's voice was more tactful, but Searle could still hear the meaning of her words.

"Then what kind of state do you need to be able to manipulate?" Syl followed the doctor's words and asked.

[Physician]: "Let go of the control of your body to me, and let me control your body."

Syl's eyelids twitched, and she immediately felt that this method must be harmful.

Let the character card in turn manipulate his own body?You don't need to think about Searle to know that there will be tricks in it.

"Is there no other way?" Syl asked tentatively, "Other ways to help me manipulate blood."

[Physician]: "You have to tell me what you want to do with my blood first, so maybe I can give you a plan."

Syl nodded, pointing to the reagent in front of him and thinking to himself, "I want to pour your blood into the reagent next door."

[Physician]: "You want them to fuse? What are you going to do?"

Syl smiled and expressed his unpretentious thoughts.

She took out another item that was still in her pocket, placed it on the table, and said:

"Before, your blood and the spores of the young dragon successfully brought life to a lifeless golem."

"So I was wondering if I could use this slate stained with the breath of the gods to summon something without sacrificing my life."

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This time, not only the doctor, but even the system scored six points.

"Is this something carbon-based organisms can think of?"

[Physician]: "This may invite some terrible existences, are you sure you want to call now?"

"No, no, of course not." Syl shook her head. She didn't think about it so hard, Syl explained, "I just want your blood to act as a membrane to block the slate and sarcoma."

In an instant, the doctor understood what Searle meant.

[Physician]: "Are you putting them in a state that is about to merge?"

"Yes." Syl nodded, "If you really have to, you can try."

[Doctor]: "This is crazy..."

[Physician]: "If you just want to block it, just smear the blood on it. Without spells or my control, it won't act without authorization."

[Young Dragon]: "When the 'egg' does not receive an instruction, it will automatically parasitize on the creature closest to her. If Miss Doctor activates the slate, then my child will automatically invade."

"Hmm." Syl took a deep breath, nodded, and asked, "Miss Doctor, what is the spell?"

[Physician]: "Your vocal cords should not be able to make this sound... At that time, you can ask Miss Puppet to activate the blood, they are of the same kind."

[Young Dragon]: "It's them now, don't call my daughter that."

[Physician]: "Uh...Okay."

Searle probably understands why the prefix of the young dragon is not gregarious, and he really does not show any feelings when he speaks.

Syl also began to wonder what the real form of the young dragon was. Bai was just the first parasitized first generation of the young dragon, and the true god of the young dragon had never appeared.

"Sandy." Searle beckoned to Sandy, and Sandy walked to Searle's side.

Syl looked at Sandy beside her with the reagent and asked:

"Can you feel the blood?"

In fact, needless to say, when the reagent blood was close to Sandy, the blood in the test tube began to surge.

"I can feel...it's a very close feeling..." Sandy looked at the blood in front of her with some doubts, and slowly raised her hand as if instinctively.

And the tube of blood, following Sandy's movements, rushed towards the bottle mouth, almost breaking through the cork.

This frightened Sandy to put down her hand quickly, for fear that her actions would affect Her Majesty the Holy Maiden.

"Okay..." Syl pursed his lips, pulled out the reagent containing the blood, and directly poured a test tube of blood onto the thumb-sized broken stone slab on the table.