System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

【"Then why can I see it?"】

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good night~

Section 310 Chapter 280 Eight Searle's Responsibilities (5000 word chapter)

Although Seale has sent Sandy back to explain the situation, it appears the church has taken some action.

But there are some things that need to be explained by Searle in person to attract more attention.

So Syl stopped worrying too much, and walked quickly towards the direction of the Holy See, while thinking about how to explain his thoughts later.

But halfway through, Syl frowned slightly as he looked at his status bar, which was less than half left.

It seems.....can't go back so early.

At least I have to clear this note before going back, otherwise what should I do if I can't help but become a witch when I fall asleep at night?

Only now did Syl feel that the feeling of being bound by such chains was a little uncomfortable.

"Ugh......"

Syl stopped, looked at the dim street scene around him, and sighed.

This time I really feel like a monster, and I have to rely on "eating people" to keep my body from changing.

However, Syl did not rashly turn into a witch on the spot. After all, the aura of this form is a bit too exaggerated, and it is easy to attract the attention of some extraordinary people.

And it is also possible to make passers-by who see it go crazy.

After thinking for a while, Syl turned into the side alleyway and turned into the appearance of the Black Emperor.

"Soul Eater."

Syl softly called Soul Eater's name.

And the chain on Syl's right hand hummed slightly on her right hand as if she knew what Syl was going to do.

Immediately afterwards, Syl felt a faint red light appear in front of his eyes.

This ray of light came from nowhere, connecting Syl's line of sight, a bit like an action guide in some games.

"It's so convenient..."

After sensing the specific location of the target, Syl changed back into the appearance of a saint and began to rush towards the destination.

It's just a matter of solving a less powerful madness, Syl doesn't need to be too careful.

The destination is also in the Sule District, but this time it is not in a remote place, but in a shop selling women's clothing.

At this time, the door of the store was closed tightly, and the curtains were drawn inside the window, so that people could not see the specific situation inside.

The locked door is not difficult for Syl. The skill of unlocking the lock was acquired by himself when he first got the blue card clown.

Picking the lock may be faster than some skilled thieves, even without tools.

Seale grabbed the doorknob of the store door with his right hand, twisted it lightly, and found that it was locked from the inside.

Searle slowly exerted force with his right hand, and only heard a soft "click", the lock was broken by Searle, and the door was easily pushed open by Searle.

Hmm... very skillful at picking locks.

Not a hint of skill, just power.

After pushing open the door and entering, before Syl closed the door, she was slightly taken aback when she saw the scene inside.

It's not that the situation inside is so bloody... but inside the store, it's so normal.

There are neatly arranged clothes racks, and each piece of clothing is thoughtfully covered with some clean thin cloth.

Even though it is not open, the owner of this store seems to be taking good care of these clothes, even the thin cloth is not dusty.

Just a faint rancid smell.

Is this... really a place of "crazy"?

With this doubt in his heart, Searle slowly closed the door behind him and walked towards the inside of the shop.

The interior decoration styles of these shops are very uniform. Searle, who had been to Arnold's tailoring shop before, figured out the layout of the entire store at once.

It should be the same as other shops, the bottom is the shop, and the top is for people.

With such a house in such a good location, it seems that this family is relatively well-off.

Searle walked past the empty front desk and headed for the back stairwell.

A wooden stairwell connects to the living area above.

Syl stepped on the creaking wooden stairs and walked upstairs.

That's right here...inspiration gives a slight alarm.

And... Syl seemed to smell a smell of stew coming from the room.

It seems that the owner of the house is preparing lunch.

"Hey, don't be picky eaters, Dina."

"Husband, don't spoil her..."

A soft, gentle female voice came from the direction of a certain room.

This kind of faint, warm and ordinary family feeling once made Searle think that he had gone wrong.

But now that we've come here, it's better to confirm the situation.

Anyway, I was wearing glasses, even if I accidentally broke into the house of ordinary people, they would not notice me.

Sil walked slowly towards the room where the noise came from.

The door of the room was not closed, and the warm candlelight shone through the half-open door, but just enough to prevent people from seeing the scene inside.

Holding a more relaxed posture, Searle pushed open the door.

As soon as the door was pushed open, Syl frowned.

The picture in front of him... made Searle think of something not so good.

There are three "persons" sitting at a dining table.

No, to be precise, it was a pale "monster" and two haggard, starving men and girls.

There is a candlestick on the table, and the candlestick exudes warm candle light.

However, the meals under the warm candle light seemed a bit out of tune with the atmosphere.

Skulls... brains... and the stewed remains of unknown animals were placed on a large dinner plate.

And on top of these disgusting ingredients, some spices and peppers are placed in a serious manner. These things are mixed together, which makes people feel a little tempting...

Syl held his breath, and the monster in front of him didn't seem to notice Syl's arrival, and continued to move his hands.

"Ah... I remembered... Dina, you don't like spicy food, do you..."

The monster whose eyes were so rotten that it was about to fall off showed a piercing smile.

It used the knife and fork in its hand to fork a piece of brain of an unknown animal that was covered in green pus and blood on the dinner plate, and placed it in front of the little girl's plate.

I saw it carefully scratching away the green surface of the brain with a knife, revealing the white and yellow inside.

Then, she forked the brain, held it up in front of the girl, and said with a smile:

"Eat...quick...eat...you like meat..."

But the girl was just trembling, her mouth was closed tightly, her body was slightly leaned back, and she didn't dare to say a word.

Her eyes were full of fear, but she couldn't resist at all.

And the man sitting opposite the girl, with a dull expression, drooling from the corner of his mouth, just smiled foolishly.

Seems crazy.

Syl sighed deeply, and slowly took off his glasses.

As soon as Syl's aura appeared, the monster in front of her instantly sensed her.

It is still maintaining the movement of lifting the brain, looking at Syl standing at the door with a puzzled expression.

"My lord...why are you at my house?"

If you ignore her terrifying appearance, this tone sounds like a normal housewife asking and talking to a guest who came suddenly.

And the little girl trembled when she heard someone coming, she turned her head slowly and looked in Syl's direction.

"Saint...Saint...Master?"

The moment the girl saw the person at the door, she recognized Searle's identity. Her somewhat dim blue pupils instantly lit up with a gleam of light.

But soon, she opened her chapped lips and shouted with all her strength:

"Saint... my lord... run! She...it's not my mother!"

The girl's words didn't seem to affect the monster at all, and the monster looked at Syl bewilderedly, and asked with a smile:

"Guests... want to share lunch? Today's meal is just enough to entertain distinguished guests... Would you like some? Would you like some..."

The monster repeated a few words mechanically, and invited Syl to have lunch.

Suddenly, the monster was stunned for a moment, and seemed to think of something, showing an expression of sudden realization.

"That's right... I want to add food to my distinguished guests... I want to add food... hee hee..."

I saw that monster, picked up another fork, inserted it directly into its own right eye, and stirred it violently a few times.

Black pus and blood mixed with some strange liquid flowed down its face.

It pulled out hard, and an eyeball connected to a nerve was pulled out by it.

She put her eyes on the white brain just now, and invited: "This...is it rich enough..."

What surprised Syl was that instead of feeling bloody in this picture, she felt that the thing in the monster's hands... was more delicious.

It really makes people can't help but want to taste it.