System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

The moment Chris stepped into the purple flame, Elizabeth snapped her fingers, and the purple flame disappeared instantly.

Only Chris was still standing there in shock, and he looked back at Elizabeth with a hint of confusion in his eyes.

"Hehe... Don't be nervous my old housekeeper, I just asked you to prepare the carriage, didn't I?" Elizabeth had a smile on her face, and lightly dismissed the threat just now.

Then, Elizabeth walked out of the study, leaving Chris standing alone in the study, a little at a loss.

However, his eyes were filled with the joy of the rest of his life after the catastrophe.

The door of the room was slowly closed by Elizabeth.

Chris also glanced in the direction of the door in some puzzlement, as if he didn't understand why Earl Elizabeth closed the door for him.

The next second, the purple flame that had been extinguished rose up again, engulfing Chris in an instant. He couldn't even utter a scream, and everything was burned to ashes together with the documents.

"Who the hell..." Elizabeth walked in the wide corridor, her bright red cloak fluttering with her steps.

She didn't feel sad in her heart because she killed a housekeeper who had followed her for many years. What was more in her heart was only a kind of peace.

Like a cold-blooded demon.

Slowly walking downstairs, the maids waiting at the door had already surrounded her, serving Elizabeth and escorting her to the door until she got into the carriage.

The carriage carried Elizabeth and several maids away slowly, and shortly after the carriage left, a violent fire swept through the entire mansion.

"Since we can't find it... then just change a group of people..." Elizabeth always had a faint smile on her face, and she noticed the panic on the faces of the maids in front of her.

The lovely maid with pale blond hair sitting directly opposite Elizabeth seemed to have noticed that the Earl was looking at her, and she was so nervous that her whole body was shaking.

The originally fair face became extremely pale due to tension.

"What are you afraid of?" Elizabeth slowly stretched out her hand, pinched the chin of the maid in front of her, and asked in a low voice, "Do I look scary?"

"No... no, Lord Earl," the maid was so frightened by Elizabeth's words that her legs became weak, she knelt down in front of Elizabeth, and said in a trembling voice, "Please forgive me... Please forgive me......"

Although she didn't know what she did wrong, she was still begging for Elizabeth's forgiveness, which seemed to be an instinct for survival.

"Do you know why I kept you here?" Elizabeth's eyes began to blur, she stroked the face of the maid in front of her with her right hand, as if thinking of something, she murmured, "Your hair color is exactly the same as hers... ...."

The maid with pale blond hair didn't dare to move at all, she just knelt on the spot and shivered.

Slowly, she felt the earl in front of her, pressing her right hand to the back of her head.

Count Elizabeth lifted his skirt with his left hand, and slowly pressed the maid's head into his long skirt with his right hand.

"Um......"

The war is coming, it is inevitable to relax...

Elizabeth narrowed her eyes comfortably, raised her head slightly, and looked at the other two maids sitting in front of her with a half-smile expression.

The faces of the two maids were flushed, and they lowered their heads tremblingly, not daring to look up at Elizabeth at all.

Elizabeth lowered her skirt with her left hand, letting the skirt cover the maid's body below her, and then retracted her left hand to touch her side.

There, there is a small wooden box the size of a palm.

This appears to be something that has long been on the car.

Elizabeth turned the mechanism of the small wooden box, and with the crisp sound of mechanical rotation, the small box was slowly opened.

A pure white, ordinary-looking stone ring was lying quietly inside.

There are a few bloody scratches on the surface of the ring, like some kind of torn characters, just looking at it will give people the illusion of sinking into it.

Elizabeth's left middle finger slowly reached into the ring of the ring, and she put it on with one hand.

"(Old Great Sayan) Restoration."

Elizabeth slowly spit out a weird word, which was a way she had figured out to use the ring on her hand.

When Elizabeth's voice just fell, the stone-like ring suddenly burst into a strong red light, but this light was maintained inside the carriage strangely, without any leakage outside.

The three maids in the car evaporated at a speed visible to the naked eye. They didn't even have time to feel their pupils before they turned into blood mist and penetrated into the ring on Elizabeth's left hand.

After absorbing the blood mist, the debris on the surface of the white stone ring fell off a little bit, exposing the white jade-like interior inside.

"It seems that it's still far away..." The bloody light slowly faded away, Elizabeth looked at the three sets of maid skirts scattered on the ground in front of her, and showed a faint smile.

"Saint? The church? The royal family?" Elizabeth rubbed the ring on her left hand lightly, and said lightly, "I am the real chosen one..."

The bumpy carriage stopped slowly, reminding Elizabeth that she had arrived.

The condition of the roads in Ibiza is not so good. Years of horse-drawn carriages transporting steel and other materials have already crushed the original stone road. In addition, no one has repaired it, making the road even more dilapidated.

However, the nobles will still choose to continue sitting in the carriage... It is more comfortable to sit in the carriage than to be looked at as a monkey by the poor.

Elizabeth felt that the door of her carriage was slowly opened, and a knight stood by the door, with her right hand clenched and placed flat in front of her body, and she saluted herself as a knight.

"Hail to you, Count Elizabeth Bathory!"

After speaking, the knight stretched out his right hand and helped Elizabeth get off the carriage.

This negotiation was presided over by the royal family, and those who maintained the order and reception were naturally members of the royal family, so Elizabeth did not bring her own guards...

Oh, they've been cremated, that's all right.

Under the leadership of the royal knight, Elizabeth began to walk towards the center of the square.

The originally dilapidated square had been repaired like a new one, and huge flags were placed all around. The logo on each flag symbolized a force that visited today.

At this time, the scene was already surrounded by inspected reporters, and they were frantically flashing flashlights at the approaching Elizabeth.

Around it, stood a circle of civilians who had been searched and were let in.

But at this time, the civilians did not look at Elizabeth at all.

It's looking somewhere.

Following their gazes, Elizabeth saw the huge banner that symbolized the Church of Goddess of Hope, and the people under the banner.

It's the Holy Maiden of Hope—Syl Saint.

It's no wonder that everyone's eyes are on her...she is so dazzling, yet warm like a spring breeze.

If it is not necessary to take pictures of every guest, the reporter may not really want to take the camera away from the saint.

"Heh..." Elizabeth looked in the direction of the Holy Maiden of Hope, a cheerful smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and at the same time, her heart felt hot.

Don't worry...soon she'll be mine...soon...

"Earl Elizabeth." A middle-aged woman in a suit and leather shoes came over and saluted Elizabeth, "Our location is over there."

"Okay, Demi," Elizabeth smiled calmly, and she asked casually, "How are you getting ready?"

"Don't worry, Lord Earl," Demi said with a confident smile, "My team and I have brought enough plans to ensure that we can fight for the best for you, which belongs to your rights." .”

Demi is one of the best lawyers in Suramar City, and her team was also hired by Elizabeth to prepare for today's negotiations.

However, Elizabeth probably knew the outcome of the negotiations.

At most, half of the workshops and land will be ceded to the people of the Goddess of Hope. This is a predictable loss... The royal family will not just watch themselves embezzle so much land.

After all, this wasn't Elizabeth's land, but the Bwonsamdi family's.

I hope that the Goddess Sect will spit out the half of the land that I have lost.

Because both the dead Balor Bwonsamdi and himself knew who the land was working for.

She patted her long skirt a little, and the feeling of vacuum in front of the crowd made Elizabeth's adrenaline a little bit higher.

With a smile on her face, she followed her lawyer to the temporary table and sat at the negotiating table.

On the other side, Saintess Sil, who seemed to have been discussing something with the bishop, walked up alone after a while.

This time, the public negotiation took the form of a round table negotiation. The two sides sat opposite each other, and the queen who was in charge of the presiding sat in the middle, with the court maids covering her figure with light veils on both sides.

The queen will only make a fair ruling in line with this negotiation at the end, and the rest of the time has been the time of the negotiating parties.

Seeing the Holy Maiden of Hope walking slowly in her direction, Elizabeth extended her right hand to the Holy Maiden of Hope with a smile on her face.

"Hello, Syl."

The Holy Maiden of Hope on the opposite side seemed not expecting her attitude to be so good, and she also extended her right hand with some hesitation: "Hello, Earl Elizabeth."

The moment she held Sirenbai's right hand, a fire quickly burned in Elizabeth's heart.

She can't wait to pull the saint in front of her at this moment and ruthlessly ravage her in front of the public...

The more holy the other party is, the higher the status in the hearts of the people, the more satisfied and comfortable Elizabeth will be when she ravages the other party.

And Searle just happened to satisfy all of these... Searle is simply the perfect slave in Elizabeth's heart—noble, perfect, aloof and respected by everyone.

It seemed that the handshake was too long, and Syl was smiling while secretly pulling his hand back.

Naturally, Elizabeth did not stop her, she let go of Searle's hand directly... the prey that can struggle is more exciting.

After the two parties were seated, according to the rules of Dazaya, the two parties performed the etiquette of their respective beliefs in the direction of the queen, and then introduced themselves to the public.

It was during the self-introduction that there was a little episode—after Searle introduced himself, the applause and cheers were too long.

After the previous procedures were completed, the lawyer next to Elizabeth stood up with a document.

"Let me make a long story short, in fact, in the past few nights, we have already discussed the specific resumption plan of the Ibiza factory..."

As the lawyer said, he turned towards the reporter, showed the documents in his hand and explained:

"We have added a half-day rest period to the original seven-day work, and the daily working hours have changed from the original variable to a fixed 11 hours."

"This change is firstly to allow workers to have better rest time, and secondly, to regulate the factory. After working 11 hours a day, they must leave work. Overtime work is not allowed, and offenders will be fined heavily."

"The weekly salary will still be the previous weekly salary and will not be reduced, and on holidays, we will increase the daily salary to ensure the rights and interests of workers..."

"Our two changes were made by Earl Elizabeth after careful consideration."

"Although this will cause us a little loss, if the workers can live a more relaxed life, I believe it is what the benevolent Earl Elizabeth hopes to see..."

"So I still advocate that the benevolent and generous Earl Elizabeth still retain the ownership of the Ibiza workshop."

"Because that's the property she snatched from the blood-sucking Earl Barlow Bwonsamdi for the people of Ibiza."

"Now, the time has come, Earl Elizabeth, to give the job back to the people..."

The lawyer described his plans with eloquence, and these plans sounded much better than the previous ones.

In the period before the clown came out, it was common to work 12-14 hours a day. Usually, if a large number of orders came in at the same time, they might have to work overnight.

This also led to a considerable sudden death rate among workers in Ibiza, far exceeding that of people working in other areas.