System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

"Poor knights, barons..." Elizabeth sighed slightly sadly, and said slowly, "Your heirs will inherit your glory twice, I promise."

The footsteps gradually faded, and Elizabeth went to deal with the follow-up arrangements of the plan.

Hanbok, who stayed in the room, was trembling all over, his fists went from clenched to relaxed, and then he sighed weakly.

If you can shave off his beard, you can see that the smile on his face is no less than that of Elizabeth.

A not-so-holy soul has fallen, and no one grieves for it, perhaps only the goddess.

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As night fell, a young figure was walking on St. Vallance Street, which was just one street away from the Cathedral of Hope in the Kos district.

Although it can be seen that she wants to walk fast, compared to adults, her legs are still a bit short, and she can't walk fast no matter how she walks. On the contrary, her back looks swaying, which is a bit cute.

This little girl is exactly Syl who is searching for the people on the list... You only need to find one to know everything, but Syl didn't find any of them.

Because it is necessary to catch the bishop level, in order to have the possibility of catching one and directly protruding a bunch, after all, people who are too low in level must know less.

And the last bishop on the first line of the list, Searle has yet to find out where he is...

"Suramar has the most bishops, and there are only a dozen in total...how can it be so difficult to find..." Syl complained silently in his heart.

And those who can become bishops must have already reached the third level... In fact, most of them are fourth-level, and only a few particularly outstanding third-level clergy will be promoted to become bishops.

Seeing the last bishop come back for a long time, Syl kicked the gravel on the roadside with some annoyance.

Although Syl didn't use a lot of strength, the gravel still flew towards the alley at an extremely fast speed. After hitting the wall heavily, it bounced to a direction that Syl could not see.

"Ow!"

Almost instantly, a scream came from the alley, attracting several passers-by to look in that direction.

"Who the fuck!" A furious voice came from inside, and a man wearing a slightly worn vest came out from the alley rubbing his body.

His hair was a little messy, and he smelled like alcohol. He looked like a drunkard.

It was night, passers-by didn't want to cause trouble at such a time, and after seeing such a man walking out, they scattered in all directions.

Only Syl, who was stunned for a while, not expecting to kick someone, met the eyes of the middle-aged alcoholic.

Syl felt that his clothes were being ripped off, and when he looked back, he found a well-dressed woman in a beige bonnet who was pulling on her clothes, as if she wanted to take her away.

But there is no way, Syl has been targeted.

Just when Syl was about to turn his head and leave, the man stepped forward, muttering:

"It's you little bastard who threw stones... stoned me, right... come on... look up and let me hehe...let me see.... ..”

The voice became more obscene as it went to the back. Obviously, the drunkard saw the face of the young dragon Syl just now.

Just when Searle didn't want to cause trouble, and was about to run away and sell out, the woman just stood between Searle and the drunkard, and scolded:

"No...don't come here!"

Saying so, the woman took out a one-shilling coin from her handbag with trembling hands, held it up to her face and said, "This is compensation, please stay away from this little girl!"

From her trembling voice, anyone could tell that she was very scared, but she still bravely stood in front of Syl.

Syl sighed slightly.

It's over, I could have slipped away, but now I can't leave this girl alone.

Inside Searle's long white hair, a small sarcoid was slowly crawling, and he was going to let the sarcoid knock the drunkard unconscious when he was caught by surprise.

This trick Sill is going to call meat and egg shock for short.

But just before Syl's meatballs hit, a gentle voice came from behind Syl.

"What's going on? Oh... sir, you seem to be bothering these two ladies."

Syl looked back and saw a rather young clergyman wearing a black cassock. Syl recognized who he was at the first sight.

It was the last bishop in the first row on the list that Syl couldn't find after searching for a long time today.

The bishop passed Syl and the lady standing in front of Syl with a smile on his face, stood in front of the alcoholic, and said with a smile, "You don't seem to be sober."

Just when the drunkard was frowning and was about to curse in a daze, a holy light descended from the drunkard's head.

This holy light is like a basin of cold water, which instantly revived the drunken alcoholic. The sober alcoholic opened his eyes wide and looked at the bishop in front of him, with his mouth slightly open: "I...I... ...."

"It's okay, let's go home quickly, remember to drink less." The bishop drove away the drunkard with a smile, then turned his head to look at Syl and the lady, and nodded slightly.

The whole process was clean and neat, and almost everyone who watched felt a warm and peaceful feeling, like a spring breeze.

Even Syl felt for a moment just now that he didn't need to check the whole person anymore.

Because this bishop has a temperament that is very consistent with the Goddess of Hope from the inside out, and it feels like he can only become like this when he is bathed in the glory of the Goddess of Hope since he was a child.

but......

Generally, the more such people are, the more likely problems are.

There's no specific theory to this, but Searle speculates based on experience, um, film and television works.

"Little sister, let me take you home... Hey, where are you going, little sister?" The girl who had blocked Syl just now wanted to send Syl back home, but Syl took it directly. Opened her hand and followed the bishop.

If the bishop had returned to the monastery, it would have been a waste of time.

The woman felt relieved when she saw that Syl was running in the direction of the bishop.

After all, I hope that the Goddess taught him, I believe he will treat this little girl better than himself, and bring her back to her home more responsibly.

"Big brother, big brother~" Syl trotted after the bishop, calling him with a childish voice from behind.

When the bishop turned around, he saw the young dragon's innocent smile and the empty reagent bottle in her hand.

"Huh? Little sister, what's the matter?" The bishop didn't notice anything wrong at first, but when he was about to squat down slowly to look at Syl, a bloody smell entered his nose.

The bishop's eyes widened instantly, and a holy light appeared in front of his nose, but it was too late, he had already inhaled the bloody smell without knowing it.

If anyone was holding an empty reagent bottle, it would be impossible for him to be unguarded... But the little girl in front of him is really deceptive, even her smile reveals an innocence that cannot be replicated .

"You...in the end...are..." the bishop clutched his neck, and slowly knelt down in front of Syl. At this time, there were also many passers-by who threw looked curiously.

Searle just smiled, looked at the bishop who was still struggling in front of him, and said lightly: "Get up, follow me."

Although the bishop was conscious, his body seemed out of control, and he stood up following Syl's words.

This feeling, as if the blood in his whole body was pulling him to stand up, made his figure under the black robe extremely distorted.

He followed Searle stiffly like this, and followed Searle into an alley.

Walking to the middle of the alley, Syl stopped and turned to look at the young bishop.

"The archbishop of the third rank...is really rare..." Syl nodded with approving eyes.

After all, she is a saint after all, and it is worth being happy to have a good seedling in her family.

But soon, Syl's expression quickly cooled down, and she slowly asked:

"What is your relationship with Blaise?"

"Blaze...His Royal Highness...is my...object of allegiance..." Although it could be seen that the bishop was struggling to say nothing, But still said it.

Heh...Finally caught...

A black and red sarcoma drilled out of Syl's long white hair, crawled along Syl's arm all the way to the palm of his hand, then jumped, spread out a miniature wing in the air, and flew into the bishop's microscopic area. Open mouth.

In just a moment, the parasitism is complete.

After the parasitism was over, Syl didn't bother to ask. She possessed the [Will of Dragons], and directly read his memory by manipulating the young egg on the bishop's body.

Syl closed his eyes and quickly scanned his memories of the past few days.

I saw his busy work these days, saw his calm answer when he was interrogated, saw him listed as a security personnel...

Also saw him, received the latest mission...

"Holy Light Bomb..." Syl frowned as he read the word.

She slowly opened her eyes, and looked at the bishop in front of her with endless disgust.

"I thought the clown was a perverted master criminal, but I didn't expect that the clown just enjoys the pleasure of committing crimes, and likes to observe other people's frightened reactions..."

"And you nobles are the devil who kills without batting an eye..."

Using holy light bombs, suicidally attacking the crowd watching the coronation ceremony, using thousands of lives to change the position of the pope...

Perhaps for the high-ranking nobles, this is really a good deal.

Is this a "strategy" that a person with human empathy can come up with?

Searle pursed her beautiful lips.

She admitted that she was angry.

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PS:

2 chapters left, 5 chapters left... 55555555 Time to stop!

feature film -

[1. As long as you add people and servants, the inner roll will become a wonderful meat roll~]

[2. I was having dinner with my friends just now, and I played Truth or Dare halfway through. I chose Dare, and they asked me to pay the bill]

【3. I really miss the time when I was thin. At that time, I only had 5 catties】

Good night(

Chapter 178 Chapter 170 II Breaking the cocoon and saprophysis, the embryonic form of the dragon army (8000 word chapter)