System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

"According to Article 333, Item 1 of the Code of Hope, if there is no arrangement for the previous pope, the position of the pope will enter the election stage, and the saint can hold half of the votes."

"In other words, there is no need for other cardinals to vote, as long as the consent of the saint is obtained, Archbishop Ashara will be appointed as the next pope."

The corners of Blaise's eyes twitched, and he looked at Locke angrily: "Hasn't Your Highness the Holy Maiden not expressed her position yet?"

"Hehe." Locke smiled lightly. As the cardinal archbishop resident in the Holy See, he knew very well the relationship between the saint and Archbishop Ashara, not to mention that the saint was rescued by the archbishop this time.

This Blaise is just humiliating himself. Maybe he will become one of the few archbishops in the history of the church who was forced to abdicate.

But Blaise is a member of the royal family, how could he be so brainless?Could it be...

Locke seemed to think of something, and at the same time, he felt the astonishing murderous aura from Archbishop Ashara beside him.

"Hehe," Blaize chuckled like Locke, and said calmly, "I have already sent someone to invite Her Majesty the Holy Maiden to come over before the meeting begins."

Blaise had already made up his mind about the election, the reason why he dared to contradict Ashara like this was because the saintess was under his control.

With the help of the royal family, it is easy to find the saint.

"Lock, shield the magic circle, turn it off." Ashara's voice was low, as if it was forced out.

The highest-level magic circle in the conference room had been activated at some point, and Ashara didn't even realize that she had lost control of Syl's vital signs.

The little golden shield has lost contact.

"I, I, I, I'll go right away." Locke also knew that something big was going on now, so he ran to the door quickly, trying to disarm the magic circle.

But after all, it is the highest level magic circle, and it is as difficult as heaven to get rid of it.

Blaise, now it's time for a showdown.

He has made it clear that he wants to take advantage of the pope's unnamed abdication, use secret methods to control the saint, and then control the church with the support of the royal family.

At least for now, showing his cards in front of Ashara is already a dead end.

If he managed to control the saint and bring her to the meeting room, then Blaize would become the new Pope, and the method used would be permanently sealed in the meeting room as a secret.

The aristocratic faction will completely control the church.

The blackness in the pupils in Ashara's eyes continued to spread to the whites of the eyes, and countless golden holy spears appeared in the void behind him.

"Archbishop Ashara, don't be so impatient," Blaize snapped his fingers lightly, the magic circle spreading across the entire dome burst into an astonishing purple light, and he said calmly, "We will wait quietly for the saint to come." Enough."

Under this secret restriction that was placed at an unknown time, everyone's perception of the holy light dropped several steps, and even the breath of magic power became thinner.

Half of the archbishops at the conference table stood up, and the atmosphere in the conference room became tense.

The lackeys and inner ghosts of the nobles finally bared their fangs on the Goddess of Hope Cult.

.

.

.

"Bye~ See you next time~" Syl sat on the carriage, poked his head out of the window, and waved to Jane and Vera.

"See you next time."

"Goodbye~ Syl~"

Vera and Jane also smiled and waved goodbye to Syl.

When Vera learned that Searle was going to the Cathedral of Hope on Kos Street, he directly arranged for a carriage to take Sill there.

Syl didn't hesitate, and agreed directly and happily.

After all, the distance between Bailuolan District and Kos District is neither far nor close. It would be great for Seale if he could pick up a carriage for free.

After all, Searle is now penniless and pitifully poor.

After sitting back in the carriage, Seale leaned comfortably on the cushion behind him and sighed slightly.

When she has money, she must buy a carriage to travel.

This feeling is like the feeling in the previous life, if you have money, you must buy a car for transportation.

Thinking of this, Syl thought of the thousands of pounds and magic materials he had destroyed, and his heart ached.

This money can buy a team.

Syl patted his chest to let himself forget about this unpleasantness.

Leaning on the cushion, Syl raised his head and shook his legs, thinking of Archbishop Ashara.

I don't know what Archbishop Ashara is doing. Although I rarely see her, she seems to be worried these days.

Archbishop Ashara has always looked expressionless, but Searle has been able to preliminarily guess the mood of the archbishop from the various expressions of Ashara.

I always feel that the archbishop is worried about something.

The carriage seemed to have driven out of the Bai Luolan District, and gradually there were voices, and the speed of the carriage also slowed down, occasionally stopping abruptly to avoid the crowd.

Syl, who was sitting in the carriage, was dazzled by such a sudden stop, and suddenly felt that buying a carriage was not a good choice.

Now Syl desperately needs a tool for traveling, and he doesn't know how to get it.

Do you want the clown to look for that so-called dark alley?There may be what you need in it.

Moreover, the stone slab fragments that Vera gave him before were obtained from the dark alley, and he might be able to bring some more stone slabs in the past.

[Missionary]: "If there is a slate, I can recognize it at a glance."

"Oh?" Syl thanked in his heart, "That's great~ Then thank you Miss Missionary~"

[Missionary]: "It's just so-so."

Judging from Miss Missionary's tone, it seems that Searle's compliment is very useful.

"So it's a red-haired and tsundere girl with twin ponytails?" Syl thought silently in her heart.

[Missionary]: "Next time you're thinking about these impolite things, can you turn off the coherence?"

"Sorry, sorry, mine." Syl covered his mouth in embarrassment, and apologized in his heart.

Although strictly speaking, the character cards are all "self", but Searle still feels that it is better to have a good relationship with them.

It feels like a schizophrenic trying to get along with his other personalities.

Just when Syl was thinking wildly, he was interrupted by a reminder in his mind.

[Doctor]: "Be careful, saint."

Syl's pupils refocused, and he looked in front of him and subconsciously asked, "What snack?"

At this time, Syl finally noticed.

No refreshments.

The carriage stopped quietly at some point, and there was no sound of crowds around.

It felt like a carriage traveling in a busy city suddenly fell into the bottom of the water, and even the sunlight coming in from the window turned lavender.

The atmosphere became weird.

Searle tried to stretch out his hand and unlocked the car door, which was slowly pushed open by Searle.

The ground outside is no longer a clean slate, but a pile of crushed stones that diffuse purple light.

Obviously, Syl has arrived at a place that she doesn't even know, definitely not in Suramar City.

It's just a blink of God's time.

Enemy attack?Or strayed into some mysterious place?

Syl looked at the gravel and weeds outside the door, took a pillow beside him, and threw it out.

The pillow hit the ground and bounced twice, splashing some dust.

Syl stood up, bowed his waist, leaned on the door, jumped down, and firmly stepped on the place where the pillow hit just now.

"Is this the reaction that a pampered lady saint should have?" Suddenly, a high-pitched female voice sounded from Syl's head, "You are really cautious."

Syl quickly turned back and jumped back, clenched his fists in front of his body, and looked towards the place where the sound came from.

At the same time, Searle also noticed that the place where he is now is a desolate wilderness covered with gravel and weeds, stretching as far as the eye can see.

Apart from the weird lavender sky, the only thing left was the carriage he was sitting in just now.

There was also a tall woman with a red background and gold-plated light armor sitting on the carriage.

The light armor covered her chest and various joints, other than that, there was only a small amount of soft armor covering her body.

This exposed almost half of her skin, making her look extremely sexy.

The golden curly hair was tied back for the convenience of movement, and the maroon vertical pupils stared at Syl, as if staring at some prey.

She was holding a dagger in her hand, and she was tossing it in her hand, while she carried a delicately shaped longbow on her back.

"Who are you?" Syl narrowed his eyes slightly, with his back facing the mysterious woman.

This question was just a cover-up, of course Syl knew that the person who came to meet him in this way must be a bad person.

The hand of pain has already been brewing in Syl's palm.

"There are so many small ideas...but let me remind you." The woman held the dagger in her hand, and in the next moment, she appeared behind Syl.

When Searle didn't react at all, she put her head behind Searle's ear, and said lightly: "Don't be in the hands of [Hunter], you behave too much like a lamb."

"call out--"

Before Sill swung his hand behind him, a dagger was quickly placed on Sill's neck with the sound of breaking wind.

So fast.

It's so fast that it seems to be picking frames.

Syl swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty.

The speed of this dagger was so fast that Syl was completely unable to resist.

Although Syl knew that if the knife really came across, he would not be killed.But Syl couldn't resist many knives.

At this speed, Syl felt that only the clown could compete with her—at least a fourth-order powerhouse.

"I don't remember who I'm guilty of." Syl didn't panic, but asked lightly.

"Oh? I'm not here to seek revenge." The woman smiled frivolously, then held a knife and held up a small bottle of reagent to Searle.