System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

As soon as the words fell, as if a flash bomb had been dropped, a burst of white light exploded in the room. After the light dissipated, a petite figure holding a croissant in both hands and chewing on it appeared beside Searle.

Ashara: "..."

Syl: "I said I didn't do it on purpose, do you believe it...Dear Archbishop..."

Chapter 32 Chapter 32 Letters to the Kingdom of God

"I really didn't mean to call Archbishop Ashara's full name, I just thought of Archbishop Ashara after taking a shower!"

At ten o'clock in the evening, a ridiculous scene appeared in Searle's room.

Searle stood upright by the wall, holding a Bible in each hand, and a thick Bible of Hope on top of his head, looking at Ashara who was sitting beside the bed with aggrieved eyes.

"Twice, chance." After swallowing the last bite of bread, Ashara took out a handkerchief and wiped her hands, "It's gone."

"Aren't I afraid that the archbishop will be bored all the time by himself, and I happen to be bored by myself, so I just asked you to come over and talk together..." Searle continued to quibble.

But this sentence is true, Syl has almost never seen Archbishop Ashara talk to other bishops or clergy, and he seems to be indifferent to everyone.

But Syl could clearly feel that Ashara was not that kind of indifferent person.

"By the way, divine art." Ashara ignored what Syl said, and looked at Syl seriously, "Time, waste."

"Are you a devil..." Of course, Searle only dared to say this in his heart.

Syl still obediently followed Ashara's words, while standing with the Bible of Hope in his hands, the light of the hand of redemption glowed in both hands at the same time.

"Bishop Ashara."

Just when Ashara lowered her head to look at the book in her hand, Searle suddenly called to Ashara, drawing her attention to Searle.

Seeing that Searle was still full of energy, Ashara said directly and indifferently: "Speak, stop. Seriously."

It seemed that Syl was determined to make Syl stand and practice divine arts until he fell asleep. It was like training a monastery student, and he didn't feel that Syl was a saint at all.

But Searle didn't give up.

I saw Syl looking at Ashara, with her vermilion lips parted slightly, sticking out her tender tongue, and licking around her upper lip, the saliva remaining on her lips was illuminated by the candle lamp, making her lips even more radiant. bright.

Ashara frowned slightly, and turned her head slightly to the right, as if she was waiting for Syl to give a reasonable explanation for her actions.

"reoreoreoreoreoreo~" Searle began to lick his upper lip deftly with his tongue.

Ashara: "?"

I saw Ashara raised her hand, and a pale golden rune appeared out of thin air in her hand, shining with golden light.

"Don't silence, don't silence." Syl was clearly deprived of authority just now, and quickly explained, "Archbishop Ashara, I just want to remind you that you have cream on your lips, so you don't want me to speak ......"

"...Mmm." Ashara was silent for a while, then took out the handkerchief and wiped her mouth, sure enough, there was still a little white cream left on her lips.

Seeing that the cream on Ashara's lips was gone, Syl, who was slightly obsessive-compulsive, finally felt comfortable. She breathed a sigh of relief, then closed her eyes and focused on releasing her hand of salvation.

Not long after, she seemed to hear light footsteps, and when she opened her eyes, she saw Archbishop Ashara closing the books in her hand and walking in front of her.

She stretched out her right hand, stood on tiptoe, leaned forward slightly, stretched out her little hand hard, and took off the Bible of Hope on top of Searle's head. The two were so close that Searle could even smell it. See the faint milky scent on Ashara's body.

Feeling that the weight on his head has been reduced a little, Syl feels warm in his heart and can't help but think.

"Sure enough, Archbishop Ashara is a good person. As long as I help her, she will definitely give me back..."

Before Syl could finish compiling in his mind, the weight on his head returned.

Searle saw her remove the Bible of Hope from above her head, then stood on tiptoe and put the book she was reading on her head.

Searle: "?"

Why don't you use me as a bookshelf?

Seeing Ashara who returned to the bed and reverently flipped through the Bible of Hope, the corners of Searle's mouth twitched, feeling like he had been reversed.

"It's a good job, but it's a bit rotten. I'll do better next time." Syl was already thinking about the next plan.

The candlelight was flickering, and the dim light of the Hand of Redemption was also shining. As time went by, Syl gradually became sleepy, and the scriptures in his hands were a little shaken.

Syl's hand just shook for a moment, then Ashara closed the Bible and walked to Syl: "It's over."

It seemed that Ashara was just using the pretense of reading the Bible, but she had actually been observing Searle's physical condition.

With a sigh of relief, Searle reached out and took off the books on his head, put them on the table beside him, and rubbed his slightly sore arms.

I know I made a mistake, so I dare to do it next time.

Aishara stretched out his right hand, put a small golden shield on Searle again, and then said: "Rest, get up early."

"Okay," Syl nodded, "Good night, Archbishop Ashara."

Seeing Syl walking unsteadily to the bed, lying on the bed all at once, Ashara who was watching from behind pursed her lips, then turned and left.

After walking out of Syl's room and closing the door, Ashara leaned against the door, feeling a little disappointed in her heart for some reason.

Ai Xia stretched out her right hand and shook it toward the void in front of her. The next moment, she appeared in her room.

The dim candlelight swayed gently with the evening wind, illuminating everything in the room.

The furnishings in the room were older than Syl's room, and the furniture looked like antiques that had been placed for an unknown number of years.

I saw Ashara walking slowly to the desk and sitting down. On the desk, there was a piece of unfinished letter paper.

After thinking about it, Ashara crumpled up the letter, threw it into the wastebasket beside her, took out a brand new letter paper, and started writing on it.

"I won't go into too much detail about the border, sister."

"I want to talk to you about another interesting thing, or rather, a more interesting little girl"

"The appearance is serious, but the heart is very mischievous. I wasted two [Holy Asylum] that I built, just because I was bored and wanted to play with me... What a child."

When writing this, the corners of Ashara's mouth curled up slightly, but Leeuwenhoek couldn't see it.

"Even if she suddenly obtained supreme rights, she still treats everyone equally. Anyone who gets along with her will feel as if surrounded by the fragrance of the forest, quiet and comfortable."

"Just like you, sister"

"At first, I had lost my longing for a long life, and I couldn't even speak in the border desert, but her appearance seemed to give me hope, and also gave me the courage to continue looking for ways to advance. It’s as if she is an angel sent by the Goddess of Hope from her divine kingdom. By the way, she is the Holy Maiden of Hope.”

"Just like you, sister"

After writing here, the pen in Ashara's hand stopped, and the accumulated ink on the pen nib smudged a dark ink dot on the letter paper.

"I will find a way to advance and become an angel beside the goddess, and gather with you in His kingdom. May the goddess bless you"

After finishing writing, Ashara put the pen aside, performed the priesthood of the Goddess of Hope, then reached for the letter paper, lifted it into the candle flame beside her, and watched it turn into ashes and scatter in the flames.

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PS: Is there no ticket if there is no joke?OK, I get it, let's start with the talent show.

[An old woman dropped vegetables while walking, she was bent over and couldn't bend down to pick them up, so she called Xiao Ming: "Can you help me?" Xiao Ming said: "Okay."】

【Then Xiao Ming pressed down on the old grandma's waist. 】

...... ahem

Ask for a ticket!

Chapter 33 Chapter 33 Magic Salon Invitation Letter

In the morning, the Holy See, Goddess of Hope.

"Okay, I will be careful, see Archbishop Ashara."

A young girl covered in a black robe was walking towards the outside of the Holy See while waving her hands behind.She also wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose, adding some intellectual beauty to her.

This person was exactly Syl who was about to go out for a stroll after having breakfast with Archbishop Ashara.

"I have nothing to do all day long, I don't have a serious job, and I hang out on the street all day. The street stalker is talking about me..." Searle whispered to himself while walking.

"Hello, yes^^"

The corner of Searle's mouth twitched: "I didn't ask you again."

The purple card given by Grandma Kelly is still on the doctor's body. Searle is now going to find a suitable place to go to the address on the card after transforming into a mysterious doctor.

However, it is not as convenient to find a hidden place during the day as at night. It is not easy to transform directly on the street, and there are more people on the street during the day.

I had to buy new clothes for Doctor Card, because Doctor Card was slashed with a sword last night, and the windbreaker on the back was designated as hopeless.

Searle decided to buy a black windbreaker of the same style for himself. Not only is he handsome, but he can also transform directly while wearing glasses. Anyway, Doctor Card is about the same height as Searle. If the two have similar clothes, no one will notice Under the windbreaker, someone changed.

Thinking of this, Seale began to look out for nearby shops along the street, trying to find a clothing store with fewer people.

After searching along the street for a long time, even walking from Sule District to Kos District, Searle still couldn't find a clothing store with less traffic.

No...I still found a few women's clothing stores, but they were all kinds of gorgeous skirts with complicated lace trims.

Are you going to wear this?Searle couldn't even think about it.

The costume of the saint is still a long skirt with a wide robe and shawl, which can be more acceptable to Syl, but the real lady's dress is a bit unbearable for Syl.

"The main reason is that it's inconvenient to move around." With this in mind, Syl decided to pass most of the women's clothing stores.

Finally, when he was almost at the black road sign that symbolized the Kos district, Searle finally saw a shop that looked extremely quiet and low-key.

"This..." Searle stopped outside the window to observe the situation inside.

The clean and bright glass window is printed with delicate purple smog patterns, which cover a small part of the sun and at the same time let the sunlight pass through the prints, giving the shop a feeling of smog.

The most important thing is that the clothes inside are all dark-colored robes or windbreakers. The subtleties such as the cuffs and necklines have some small design patterns, and the overall look is relatively neat and not fancy.

The most important thing is that there are many pockets, which can hold many materials.

It may be because the clothes are more expensive - this can be seen from the gorgeous decoration - there are no customers in the store, only a man can be seen sleeping on the table through the window, with his stomach still on his back A black cat.

"Arnold's tailoring shop...the name is quite ordinary." After thinking for a while, Syl pushed the door and walked in.