System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

If you can know more about the members of this organization, maybe you can dig deeper into what kind of organization this is, and it will be more convenient to negotiate.

"It's impossible for the police station to have her name and records, but her hair color is recorded." Seale said while recalling the police interrogation that day, "green shawl with curly hair, red suit, 1.7 meters tall."

After hearing this information, the pupils under the little monster's mask instantly shrank.

"She is from your organization?" The little monster nodded, and said as if chatting, "She seems to have killed a lackey of Bwonsamdi? It's no problem to release the wanted, and those nobles will not act because of this matter." interfering."

Chapter 41 Chapter 41 D-class operator, code name: Physician

Bwonsamdi?

Searle quickly memorized this key information in his mind.

The nobleman who sent someone undercover to the Church of Hope, his name is Bwonsamdi.

Searle originally wanted to rely on the clown's wanted news to find out what the little monster was saying, but he didn't expect to actually get something out of it.

And this clue also proves many things.

For example, the organization except for the little monsters is not the same group of people as the nobles, for example, the chain of ice is not the unique magic of the little monsters...

Most importantly, why are there so many people who want to trouble the Holy Maiden of Hope?This is what Searle can't understand the most.

Obviously I hope that most of the clergy in the church are simple, and I hope that the Goddess Church is a healing church. There should be no one who doesn't like this kind of church, right?

But now, the mysterious magic organization is investigating the saint, and the nobleman Bwonsamdi is eager to kill the saint... I hope the Goddess Cult has provoked whom?

Perhaps the answer to all this can be found from this magical organization.

"By the way, Miss Silver Crow..." the little monster asked a little nervously, "Can you introduce me to someone from your organization? I think, on the issue of the saintess, we may be able to reach an agreement." Cooperation."

"Sorry, I can't decide this matter." Syl shook his head resolutely, and said nonsense, "I'm just a D-rank operator of the organization, and I'm not qualified to recommend others."

"D...D-class? Operator?" Obviously, the combination of two unfamiliar words made the little monster man dizzy.Especially the 'D', the little monster swears that the Great Saya Empire definitely doesn't have this word.

"D, C, B, A, S, this is the ranking of our organization from low to high. Obviously, I'm just a bottom-level operator." Syl shrugged his shoulders, but he was flickering, "Maybe you meet When you come to other levels of operators, you can ask them."

There is no way, there are only two people in the organization now, when I draw more people, I will definitely show you other senior operators.Syl thought helplessly in his heart.

In just one sentence, the little monster heard many things.

An independent hierarchy, an independent authority system, and a well-defined organizational relationship... Is this still a secret organization?

And there was no clue at all before...

After the little monster decided to go back, he immediately reported the matter about this organization for the people above to decide.

At the same time, it has to keep in touch with Silver Crow's organization. The little monster always feels that the two organizations will cooperate one day.

Coincidentally, Syl thought so too.

This is to continue to find out more about their attitudes towards the Holy Maiden of Hope and the attitude of the nobles towards the Goddess of Hope in the organization of the little monsters. This is very helpful for Syl to clarify the whole thing.

If it really feels that the Church of the Goddess of Hope cannot withstand the pressure from both sides and collapses, Syl will directly choose to collapse and sell it.

Of course, they had to rely on intelligence to bring Sigma, Ashara and Sharon together in advance.

"Hmm... the conversation over there seems to be coming to an end." The little monster also stood up after seeing that someone had started to say goodbye to Arnold, "I have to go, Miss Silver Crow, Hope to see you here again next week."

"Happy cooperation." Syl nodded and watched the little monster leave.

When Searle was about to stand up and leave, the cow mask lady also ran over to say hello to Searle, and also expressed to Searle the idea of ​​seeing you next week.

In the end, it was Arnold who walked up to Syl.

"Sorry, Miss Silver Crow, to be honest, this is the first time I have encountered such a sudden situation in the salon." A Nuo touched his chin with some embarrassment, "I hope this will not make you dislike my party. .”

"No, of course not." Syl shook his head and stood up, "I'll get the clothes tomorrow."

"No problem, make sure you find a good tailor to sew it for you." Arnold patted his chest.

After thanking Arnold, Searle pushed open the door of the banquet hall and left. Arnold did not follow, but watched Searle leave.

Syl, who was walking on the street, recalled this harvest.

This trip to the Magic Salon, although a little dangerous on the way, was rewarding.

I bought a set of bayonets for the clown, received a bottle of potion that I don’t know what it does for the time being, got an apprentice’s notebook, met a cute Niu Niu, learned the name of the nobleman behind Andaman, Bwonsamdi, and a magician. The organization got in touch, and the doctor and the clown were released from the police's wanted list, and he got a backer...and also accepted a task to investigate himself.

This harvest was so great that Syl couldn't believe it.

Touching the check for 1500 Soviet pounds in his pocket, Seale still felt like a dream.

Now that the wanted list has been eliminated, Syl can also use the clown card to carry out daily activities, and his whereabouts have become more secretive.

But the most important thing now is to investigate this nobleman named Bwonsamdi to see what position he occupies, and to use intelligence to speculate why he launched an attack on the Goddess of Hope Cult.

After finding out the main cause of Bwonsamdi's malice towards the Goddess of Hope, the key node of the mission may be completed.

The sky has gradually become dusk, and there is not much time left for Syl.

She decided to put the fear bayonet on the clown, and now the clown plus the fear bayonet is Syl's strongest offensive method.

As for dying, you still have to see a doctor.After all, the doctor's basic physique is much higher than that of the clown.

Now Syl urgently needs to find a quiet place to eat or transform.

"It would be great if there is a stronghold..." For some reason, Searle suddenly thought, "Anyway, I said that I have a mysterious organization, so I might as well pretend to be more authentic."

The members of the organization, tentatively, must be herself and the cards she drew later.

As for whether to recruit or not... Syl couldn't help laughing when he thought of the day when he would recruit people.

"Hello newcomer, from now on you are a D-class operator. I am your senior, code name: Doctor. Tomorrow I will call my partner code name: Clown to assign tasks for you..."

Searle couldn't help filling up this picture in his mind.

Welcome to the group, everyone else in the group is my trumpet, if you don’t believe me, change to another account and say this sentence again.jpg.

It's better to wait until one's own strength is strengthened, and then think about recruiting people... As for the name of the organization...

It's called Mickey Mouse Wonderful House, right?

Of course, Searle wouldn't really use that name, and she herself was amused by the ridiculous idea that popped into her head.

Finally, Searle saw a hotel that looked good. After paying the rent for one night, Searle went directly upstairs to the room he had rented.

After carefully closing all the curtains, in the dimly lit room, Syl lit a candle, and in the light of the candle, took out the bottle of potion and the box containing the dread bayonet.

"clown."

Syl's figure twisted and flickered, and in an instant, it turned into a tall green-haired woman.

"Huh...it's nice to not have to smell that damn smell outside."

Searle stretched out his pale and thin right hand, raised his head slightly and brushed his hair to the right side with his hands.

The left hand opened the box containing the dread bayonet.

Searle took out one of the bayonets, and cut open his right wrist without hesitation, and blood dripped down Sill's bloodless palm.

"Hee hee...fear..."

Syl's expression didn't look like he was terrified at all, and he smiled distortedly, as if he had been stimulanted or high.

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Chapter 42 Chapter 42 The Human Wrench—The Clown

Just when Syl was about to stab her wrist with the fear bayonet again, her left hand holding the knife suddenly stopped.

Searle's left hand was trembling constantly as if he had Parkinson's disease, and he let go of his hand with difficulty, letting the bayonet slide down his palm until it fell to the ground, and the bayonet stuck straight on the wooden floor.

"Phew..." Syl panted, looking at the bayonet on the ground, with a somewhat surprised expression.

This fear effect... For the clown card, it is completely a stimulant. The more fearful, the more Searle feels that the pores of his body are blooming with joy, and the refreshing feeling goes straight from the back to the brain.

And the more he fell into this happy state, the clown, who was still able to control him well, fell into a state of losing control at any time.

Really let the clown continue like this all the time, maybe the clown would cut himself to death in order to pursue this extreme pleasure.

Fortunately, now that there are precautions, there will be no more tricks.

Taking a deep breath, Searle bent down, gently pinched the bayonet that fell on the ground with his thumb and middle finger, and slowly put it on the table.

At the same time, Seale also poured out the remaining bayonets from the box, counted them carefully, and there were six in total.

"The next step is potions...let's look at the notes first." Syl took out the notes and spread them out on the table, then sat down at the desk.

With a straight back and gentle movements, if you ignore the horrible makeup on her face, she looks like an elegant young lady.

However, with the blessing of the clown makeup, all the actions of Searle that are biased towards normal people, the more normal the more creepy.

"Hmm... directory directory... materials... oh, spells... you need to take potions to learn spells?" Sil murmured Looking at the things in the notes, Syl frowned.

"The potion that my mentor gave me belongs to the first-level position [Scribe] of the Possessor Pathway. As long as the potion for the Scribe is successfully digested, even if you don't drink the follow-up potion, the Scribe can still rely on exercise inspiration to learn. Various levels of magic..."

This first-level description, Syl felt more and more like the first holy level that the church called.

The difference is that the church calls it a holy medicine, but this group of magicians seem to call it a magic medicine, and the church takes it in three bottles, and the magician takes one bottle... and the first level can rely on Train to use all magic?

Syl suppressed the doubts in his heart for a while, and continued to read.

While turning the pages of the book with his right hand, Syl's left hand touched the direction of the bayonet without knowing when, and caressed the blade like a lover, but he did not self-mutilate like before.