System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

The mark of holy light on her right hand lit up for some reason.

She looked towards her left hand, and the witch's mark, which was hidden originally, was also displayed in this enchantment without any concealment.

"Don't worry... I'll take on my responsibilities as well."

After a slight pause, the light spot continued to make a sound:

"The method of promotion is recorded in church books."

"Sacrifice to me, and I will also bestow power, and success or failure still depends on one's own heart...see you, little saint..."

It seemed that after seeing Syl, the voice let go of something, and after the last sentence, the voice gradually faded away.

And that spot of light disappeared instantly after flashing twice, and the flashing holy light in Syl's room gradually went out, returning to its original appearance.

"Your Highness!" At this time, Sandy's anxious voice came from Searle's ear.

Syl looked back and saw Sandy standing behind her, her eyes were red with anxiety.

"What's the matter, Sandy?" Seale looked at Sandy and asked curiously.

"Just now... Your Highness stopped moving after drawing that formation," Sandy was still a little anxious when she spoke, "No matter how I called Your Highness, I didn't respond."

"Hmm..." Syl nodded, probably understanding.

The formation just now should have dragged himself into the dreamland with a method similar to that of the crazy aggregate.

It's just that Searle didn't expect that in the dream, he could actually transform... The system seems to be a little more powerful than he imagined.

"I made you worry." Syl showed a warm smile and rubbed Sandy's face. "Next time I will say it in advance."

"Well..." Sandy nodded, took a deep breath, and stepped aside.

Since Sandy made friends, her emotions have become more and more abundant, and she is more like a normal girl than a doll.

This is a good thing.

But now Seale has more important things to do than analyze Sandy's affairs.

She closed the book in front of her, turned around and walked towards the door.

And Sandy also kept up with Syl, and followed Syl all the way to Ashara's room.

After walking to the door of Ashara's room, Syl reached out and knocked on the door, but there was no response.

Syl unscrewed the door of Ashara's room directly, probed in and took a look, and found that Ashara was not in the room, so he quickly walked towards the stairs.

Searle's heart is a little excited now.

Because there is finally a way to advance.

Fortunately, the representative of the Goddess of Hope is not only not polluted, but also communicates very well.

This shows that, at least before the semi-mythical state, the promotion of members of the Goddess of Hope will not be affected in any way.

But when Searle was about to reach the stairs, he stopped.

She began to pace around the spot anxiously, frowning, and after a long time, she asked a question in her heart.

[Saint]: "Preacher, at the level of the angel of the Holy Spirit, is it possible for them to communicate after being polluted?"

[Missionary]: "Yes, it is almost impossible to tell them apart before experiencing their power."

It seems a little too early to define now.

No matter what, first find the platinum bishop and get the ancient promotion books.

As for the experimental mouse, Searle also had a good candidate in his heart.

The one who was locked in the dungeon, who had been parasitized by dragon eggs, was a certain former pope.

Sharon.

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PS:

Today's Mentally Retarded Appreciation——

[1. Qianlong was 89 years old and Yongzheng was 58 years old. Why did Qianlong call Yongzheng his father? 】

[2. Why not build the house solid?Isn't this stronger and safer? 】

【3. Change the mentally handicapped bar into the witty bar, will everyone become smarter? 】

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Section 319 [Leave Request] 10.14 (3/3)

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I'm really sleepy today, I fell asleep on the keyboard just now, let's make up for the fire tomorrow.

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Chapter 320 Chapter 290 Chapter 4000 The Experimental Product of Promotion ([-]-word chapter)

"What? Your Highness, are you going to the dungeon?"

A paladin on patrol scratched his helmet over his head after hearing Syl's request.

"Yes." Syl nodded.

After raising the idea of ​​experimenting with people in the room just now, the first thing Syl thought of was the dungeon.

It would be better to arrest people for experiments in the dungeon. After all, those who are locked in there are the most heinous people, and death is not a pity.

"But... only cardinals can enter the dungeon of the Holy See, Your Highness, forgive me for being powerless." The paladin said apologetically, pulling his visor upwards.

"Hmm...Understood." Syl nodded and said with a smile, "It doesn't matter, I'll just go to the cardinals."

After finishing speaking, Syl glanced at Sandy who was following her with a book behind her, and motioned her to follow him.

Now the cardinals were all sent out to handle errands, and only Archbishop Ashara remained in the Holy See with the authority to enter the dungeon.

Searle just thought about it for a while, and then decided to walk in the direction of the meeting room.

If the experiment is successful, then sooner or later Ashara will know about this matter, so it's better to directly let Ashara get involved.

Ashara, who had left the conference room because of avoidance, was not in the room when Syl returned, so she probably returned to the conference room.

As Searle had expected, when he opened the door of the conference room, he saw Ashara sitting inside alone, her blindfolded eyes couldn't reveal any emotions.

If it was normal, Ashara must be dealing with affairs, or went out directly with other archbishops to deal with affairs.

But now Archbishop Ashara, whose strength and vision are limited, can only stay in the meeting room, alone.

As if noticing that the door of the meeting room was opened, Archbishop Ashara raised his head slightly: "Syl?"

"Eh? How does the Archbishop know it's me?" Syl walked in with a smile and asked nonsense.

"Didn't knock on the door." Ashara said flatly.

If you dare to come in without knocking, you are either an enemy or a certain "lively" saint.

"Yes, next time." Syl nodded and walked to Ashara's side.

And Sandy, after closing the door, stood guard at the door of the meeting room.

"Look for me, what's the matter?" Ashara asked in Syl's direction.

Except at night, Syl would never come to him for no reason, Ashara knew this very well.

There must be something serious.

"I'm going to the dungeon." Syl directly explained his intentions without going around in circles.

"Dungeon?" Ashara was slightly puzzled when she heard the name, "Why?"

"I've found a way to advance," Syl looked at Ashara and said, "I'm missing an experiment."

"Human...experiment?" Ashara hesitated a little.

"That's right." Syl nodded.

Ashara stood up, and said solemnly in Syl's direction:

"Hopefully, Goddess Cult will not allow human experiments."

Looking at the serious Ashara in front of him, Syl thought she was going to object to his actions.

Just when she was about to open her mouth to defend herself, the holy light in Ashara's hand flashed, and a scepter appeared in her hand.

"You don't, and others, said the bishop."

After Ashara finished speaking, she held the scepter and stood there, waiting for Syl's reply.

Uh...is this considered consent?

Syl opened his mouth slightly.

She really didn't expect that Ashara didn't even ask what experiment she was going to do, and directly agreed to hide it from the other bishops and take her to the dungeon.

This is not a good thing, at least it can't make Ashara think it's a bad thing, so as to avoid leaving knots in Ashara's heart when she thinks she has done something wrong.

Don't underestimate this knot in your heart. When you are promoted, this little memory may become the last firewood to fuel your madness.

"This is not a human experiment, Archbishop Ashara," Searle said in a serious tone, and began to secretly change the concept, "If you want to think it is an experiment, you can call it an experiment of faith."

"Faith experiment?" Ashara's originally pursed lips parted slightly, as if she couldn't understand what Syl said.

"Yes, the belief experiment, let the goddess and the angels make a judgment," Syl said solemnly, "It succeeded, indicating that she still had faith in the goddess of hope in her heart, and failed, indicating that it was the result of what the goddess did to her." dissatisfied."

After these words, the pot came to the goddess.