System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

Searle wondered what the shopkeepers, who owned shops in the equivalent of the middle class, thought about the factory squeeze in the Ibiza area.

Most of the shopkeepers gave a "not sure" answer, and many people didn't even know what the workshops in the Ibiza area were going through.

They just pay attention to which house has hired an extra maid, which university the neighbor's son has been admitted to, or how many sous a week someone works there.

Even and most people frown slightly when Syl mentions the Ibiza area, as if they don't have a good impression of the dirty area, where only "lower people" live The place.

Of course, Searle was wearing glasses to ask all these questions. When Searle spoke, the shopkeepers didn't look at Searle directly.

After Syl left, they even forgot what they were doing just now, and continued to do their own things.

"It's obviously a world full of extraordinary and weird things, but mortals are still using class to create confrontation for themselves..." Syl shook his head helplessly as he walked.

Syl didn't want to mix in any class struggle and the like, she just wanted to treat this mission as a prelude.

Everything he did was to complete the task of the witch's gaze, so that Vivienne would stop staring at him, it was weird.

Syl also faintly felt that even if he was appreciated by Vivienne, he might be inseparable from the witches.

Because Vivian is only the third witch... This shows that besides Vivian, there are countless other witches who might notice him.

Although it may be getting closer and closer to the truth that the system didn't tell him clearly, Syl has no way to escape.

Like fate, the moment Syl got the system and was chosen by the Holy Light, she couldn't stay out of it.

"Purple card..." Syl couldn't help but look forward to the mission rewards.

In general games, white cards and blue cards are not very important. When it comes to purple and purple, it is a qualitative change again and again.

I only hope that Zika will not be so difficult to play, and not so easy to lose control. It is best to have a strong, well-behaved and easy-to-control fighter card. It is very important to have a powerful enough fighter card.

And Searle also discovered that the strength of his own cards can hardly be estimated by rank.Just like the missionary, although he is now taking the first-level potion, Searle feels that the strength of the missionary can fight against people of the second level or even the third level.

It's just that there is no one with his own strength as a reference, and Searle is not too sure about his guess.

Of course, it would be even better if he could always meet opponents who were weaker than him.

Syl thought so, and gradually, she walked to the Ibiza area.

The moment she walked to the southern area of ​​Ibiza, she felt a sight.

When he was wearing glasses, Syl couldn't feel any sight at all, but this time, the feeling of being watched actually came from his side.

Syl turned around and saw a middle-height woman in her 30s and [-]s, wearing a deerstalker hat, staring at her with her spiritual vision turned on.

"You are..." The woman seemed to have recognized Syl, she saluted the church of generosity and wisdom, and said apologetically, "Sorry, I didn't mean to spy on you, I was just assigned here Looking for someone, sir."

"I wish you success in finding her." Syl smiled and saluted the goddess of hope, then turned and walked away slowly.

They are members of the Generosity and Wisdom Church, and they seem to be searching for clowns... It can only be said that it is fortunate that no clowns or lovers were chosen, otherwise they would have been arrested as soon as they entered the Ibiza area.

Just as Syl was about to leave, he heard footsteps behind him.

"His Royal Highness, may I ask you one thing?" The voice of the female investigator came from behind Searle, "Such a blurry photo, and the report did not mention gender...you How do you know it's her and not him?"

Chapter 72 Chapter 70 Excellent Supplement for Clowns

Hearing the voice behind, Syl stopped in his footsteps.

It wasn't until this moment that Seale realized how difficult these investigators were. They had to track down any clues, no matter what the identity of the person in front of them was.

It's tough enough...

But now Seale can use his age advantage.

Syl turned around and said with a smile: "Based on feeling, although the photo is blurry, I subconsciously feel that she is a very handsome big sister. If not, it would be a pity... "

There was no flaw in his eyes, what he said was innocent, and the smile on his face was beyond doubt. After hearing what Searle said, the investigator also smiled and nodded: "Excuse me, please go slowly and be careful .”

Although the investigator knew that the security measures of the saint must be higher than he imagined, but what should be reminded should be a courtesy reminder.

"Thank you for reminding me." Syl looked away, feeling a little relieved.

Fortunately, she can evade almost all interrogation by relying on her face and swiping the saint's identity card, otherwise Searle really doesn't know if she will be found out.

After Seale left, a young male investigator soon came to meet him.

"Big Sister, what's the matter? Who did you ask just now?" Since the male investigator hadn't turned on his spirit vision, he just glanced at it from a distance and didn't turn on his spirit vision, so he couldn't remember who he saw.

The female investigator also put away her spirit vision, and replied flatly:

"It's the Holy Maiden of Hope...Speaking of which, the Goddess of Hope teaches that most of their newcomers are active here...Maybe we can report it to the boss and ask him to reconcile with the Goddess of Hope, Sharing intelligence..."

With no progress in the investigation, the investigators began to change their thinking and turned to seek help from other churches.

Of course, all of this has nothing to do with Searle, she is just an ordinary passerby passing by, how could it be related to the green-haired woman who wiped out evil things with a table knife and drove away her loved ones.

Walking all the way in the direction of the southern area of ​​Ibiza, Syl could constantly feel the sight coming. It seems that the Ibiza area is already full of investigators, and it is quite difficult to bypass their vision.

Syl's task seems to be more difficult because of the investigators.

"Forget it, let's go to Bull Street first... I don't know how the little girl is doing now." Syl muttered in his heart.

Although when she became a clown, she seemed indifferent to all this, but that was just the clown's thoughts, and Syl, who became a saint, would always miss this matter in her heart.

If you don't take a look to make sure, you will always feel uneasy... This may also have something to do with the digestion of the holy medicine.

When Searle walked to the familiar No. 44 Bull Street, there were some noisy scenes in front of him, which made Searle frown.

"I told you to steal money, right! I told you to steal money!" A short, fat man with a big belly was kicking a figure lying on the ground with his leather boots, cursing as he stepped on, "Freak! Crippled!" ..."

The boy on the ground was a little stubborn, and he didn't even make a muffled groan after being beaten like this.

Although injured and half of his face was wrapped in gauze, he looked at the man with his head up and one eye, and explained: "I...I didn't steal your money...that money is mine Yes, I'm just going to change some change..."

"It's your money? Are you kidding your mother? Can you have 10 sous?" The man seemed to be angrily laughing, shaking the banknote in his hand, "Two poor brats, can you have 10 sous?" Soviet?"

"Speech!" The man spat on the young man, put 10 sous pounds into his pocket, and said mockingly, "Heh...if you dare to go to the police station, your sister Li Na's salary that is 'deposited' here, I will deduct it all in accordance with the 'rules', do you understand?"

After the man finished speaking, he hummed a song and left triumphantly. Only the young man was left lying on the stone slab, curled up and sobbing, looking at the back of the departing man and the 10-sou-pound bag he held in his pocket. hand, a little despair mixed with the mourning.

In Searle's eyes, he could already see some strange tumors on the young man's back shaking, and his wailing gradually turned into an angry wailing. He stared at the direction where the man was leaving, as if he was about to rush up and tear the short man into pieces in the next second. fat man general

The reason why Syl didn't choose to stop it was because she didn't know if there were helpers and investigators on the other side.There is another thing that is very regrettable, although the saint is a first-order, her combat ability is no different from that of ordinary people, and her strength is not much better than that of ordinary people.

"The street is so deserted... have they all gone to the factory? Why didn't the investigators see any of them?" Syl turned his head and looked at the deserted streets around him.

In order to avoid the doctor's suture creature—Edward being exposed, Searle chose to go forward after observing the surroundings clearly.

Syl took off his glasses and put them into his black robe, squatted beside Edward, and raised his hand to point at Edward.

"Hand of redemption."

A white light enveloped Edward, and his injuries, together with his despair, returned to normal under the influence of the hand of redemption.

"What happened, can you tell me about it?" Syl smiled and looked at Edward, "Don't worry, I am a member of the Church of Goddess of Hope."

Knowing that the Church of the Goddess of Hope had a good impression on Edward, Syl directly spoke about the church.

"Mike Beard...he saw my 10 sou and wanted to keep it, threatening me with taking all my sister's salary...although he almost never sent it!" Just resumed Some calm Edward, the more he talked, the more his emotions began to go wrong.

Syl released a hand of redemption again, comforting:

"It's okay, I will help you get your money back."

"It's useless..." Edward's left eye has completely lost its light, "He's just a lackey of the factory... He doesn't take our lives at all!"

"Are there a lot of people working for the factory?" Searle asked.

"Yes... They are all from Ibiza, but they make a living by helping the factory owners to deceive us. I don't know how many people are forced to commit suicide." Edward's voice was full of pain, but he still looked at Seale said.

"Thank you for your treatment, Sister...you are the third stranger I have ever met who is willing to help me. The previous one saved my life, and the last one gave me 10 sous. Even though it doesn't belong to me anymore..."

It's all me... Syl sighed helplessly.

Syl didn't speak, but stood up silently, and glanced at the direction the man was leaving.

Originally, Searle had been hesitating whether her instigating riots would destroy the order and make life more difficult for the people of Ibiza, but she discovered that order might not have existed from the very beginning.

There must be a leader to lead them to fight, to use blood, to tell the world of their pain and suffering.

"It's okay, I'll get it back for you." Searle said with a smile, stood up, and walked in the direction the man left.

Syl walked into the alley where the man turned and disappeared just now, and saw the man's back, who was in the depths of the alley, and while walking in, he took out the sous pounds in his pocket from time to time to check.

Empty alleys, without any prying eyes.

"Huh..." Syl suppressed her killing intent, and her crazy emotions were not suitable for her to digest the holy medicine of [Lamb].

But it is an excellent tonic to improve the fusion of clowns.

"Clown..." Syl whispered softly.

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PS: I feel that the update and status have gradually returned, and I will start adding updates tomorrow, and now I owe 9 chapters.

It was put on the shelf but there was no update, and the reward was not returned in time. I am very sorry... I can only say that the status is really important. Thank you for your subscription and ticket support.

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Chapter 73 Chapter 71 The Clown's Artistic Creation (1/3)

"clown......"

Following Syl's whisper, the space around her twisted slightly, and her body twisted and flickered like an old horror movie. Almost instantly, the figure of the clown appeared at the entrance of the alley.

"Ha..." The clown stretched his waist, tilted his head slightly, and looked at the figure in front of him, "Finally came out..."

"Ok?"