System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

Sil stood in the distance, unable to see clearly what was going on in the crowd - because he was not tall enough.

But soon, she saw clearly.

A man of medium build with a mustache was hung up by a nylon rope.

He didn't wear any shameful clothes, his hands desperately tugged at the increasingly tight rope around his neck, and his feet kicked wildly, but these futile movements couldn't help him.

The people below pulled the rope vigorously. In the end, the man was hung up high. After two or three minutes of painful struggle, his legs kicked and he completely lost his breath.

"clown!"

"clown!!"

"clown!!!"

People cheered happily, enjoying all the pleasure of ignoring order, and torturing those who had tormented them before.

Syl just watched all this blankly.

Everything now has been completely reduced to riots, not a peaceful movement with appeals.

However, such a riot is necessary to truly change Ibiza's fate of being enslaved.

At least if they can return to their original life, the new factory owners will no longer dare to make excessive demands on the workers. This kind of change is real.

What Syl didn't notice was that at some point, there was an extra figure beside her.

"Hey, are you here to digest the potion too, sir?"

A slightly frivolous female voice sounded directly in Searle's head.

At this time, Syl, who was observing the front, noticed that at some point behind him, there was already a person standing.

The sudden appearance of the person did not make Syl panic, because now even if something goes wrong, the young dragon can be revived in the officer's body.

If you panic subconsciously, you may bring yourself some disasters.

"I'm strong... Be confident..." Searle gave himself a silent sigh in his heart.

Turning around slowly, raising his head expressionlessly, Syl looked at the woman standing behind him.

It was a woman covered in a dark green robe, and there was a long golden pattern on the edge of the robe, which looked simple and low-key without lacking a sense of design.

"Is something wrong?" Syl asked flatly.

"Uh, I don't mean anything malicious, my lord, I just like to chat with people, you know, it's kind of boring in Ibiza, their atmosphere is all brought up by that [rebel] called 'clown', It made it impossible for me to put my hand on my brand..."

Ignoring Syl's indifference, the woman who was speaking in Syl's mind began to chirp.

The noise made Searle's brain buzz.

But soon, Searle learned something from the information given by the other party.

【Rebel】...Brand the mark...

Is it...

Did I really meet that fourth-order transcendent?

Although I don't know if Roy invited the fourth-order extraordinary person in the intelligence, but Searle can be sure that this must be an extraordinary person.

"To be honest, I have met a lot of friends, and you rarely use the little girl's body like this. Is this your hobby? Oh... I don't mean any harm, I'm just asking, you know , There’s nothing wrong with liking cute little girls, it’s just those perverted people who are wrong.”

Xier obviously hadn't spoken yet, but this extraordinary lady started talking again, as if that mouth would never stop.

But it seems that this extraordinary woman regards herself as a potion drinker who is at the same level as her, or stronger than her?

"No, just take a look and see if you can see old friends." Syl shook his head and said a riddle, but he didn't explain what he wanted to do when he came to Ibiza.

As for who that "old friend" is, it all depends on this person's own imagination.

"Old friend? Is it a friend who has lived for quite a long time like you? Or did you just lie to me? Uh...I'm not saying you're lying to me, I'm just making an analogy, then you find her Yet?"

The dark green robe covered her appearance, but it couldn't block her mouth.

"No, I didn't find it. It's not convenient for her to come out now." Syl shook her head and then walked away, "It seems that I haven't gotten to know you well enough, so I'll take my leave first."

"Hey, don't, I finally met a high-level transcendent who is also a woman, and he is not from the church. Do you know how long I haven't met? Uh...how many years? No matter Well, it’s been many years anyway.”

"Also, the person who can be your friend... must not be low-ranking? Let me venture to guess, is it the Lord [Rebel]? Is it? If so, can you take me Go see her."

"I've always wanted to learn rebellion skills from her—she doesn't even have any superpowers! She just planned a riot in the entire region, and I haven't been able to instigate a single person..."

As the extraordinary lady spoke, she lifted her hood, and her long dark green hair slanted down.

It is a girl who looks only seventeen or eighteen years old. She has a beautiful face like an elf, dark green pupils like emeralds, and a tear mole under her left eye, which makes her look like that kind of delicate girl. Weak beauty.

If she could keep her mouth shut, Searle would definitely admit that she was attractive.

Chapter 115 Chapter 110 III Hello, I want to give birth to sister clown (4/5)

The rebels who planned this riot... Was she referring to the Joker?

Did she take the Joker for a rebel?

Syl frowned slightly, feeling a little puzzled.Obviously the clown is just a person who has not drunk the potion, why does she think the clown is a rebel?

Are there any similar characteristics?

The girl-like Transcendent in front of her seemed to have noticed Syl's expression, her eyes widened slightly, and the dark green pupils shone with excitement.

"Do you really know her? Can you take me to meet her? I really want to meet her, a high-level Transcendent who is also a girl of the same rank! And she is so handsome... ..For her, I specially dyed my hair dark green with extraordinary materials, did you know that my hair was pink before? But it has completely turned green now..."

The girl put her hands on her chest and squatted in front of Searle, pleading as she spoke. From that look, she almost knelt down and kowtowed to Searle.

Syl looked at the girl who was looking at him at the same level, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

Are you really a high-level transcendent?Can it look more high-end and atmospheric?Show off a little more coolly?So that I have some expectations for the following ranks.

The dark green long-haired girl in front of her clearly shattered Searle's previous mysterious impression of high-level transcendents.

At any rate, he must be like Archbishop Ashara who hides his secrets and has a story hidden in his body, or like Sharon who shows a powerful and oppressive posture invisibly.

"Are you that [Rebel]?" Syl didn't answer the question from the Transcendent, but asked a rhetorical question.

The girl nodded repeatedly and said:

"Yeah, yes, yes, Your Excellency is very well-informed, so I have been discovered by other organizations? It seems that the church must have known my whereabouts, oh... Damn it!"

When talking about the latter part, the girl clenched her fists and lightly hammered the stone floor, then let out another cry of pain, and raised her hand to her mouth in aggrieved blow.

The corner of Syl's mouth twitched uncontrollably.

This kid doesn't look very smart...

Sighing slightly, Searle reached out and rubbed his temples, thinking for a while about how to answer.

In the end, Seale decided to throw out the non-existent organization.

Syl nodded and admitted:

"I do know him, he is an operator from the same organization as me."

"Organization? Operator? Sounds so cool!" The dark green-haired girl's eyes lit up, and she asked excitedly, "How is that sister? Is she even more handsome than in the photo? Will you accept me? Can I join the organization and be assigned with her? If you have a child, you can have her last name!"

Syl's eyelids twitched, and the more he listened, the more he felt that something was wrong.

What do you mean if you have a child, you can have the same surname as her!No one saw it, and they started thinking about joining the organization and having a baby with the clown in the future!

The girl suddenly remembered that she hadn't introduced herself yet, she looked at Syl and said quickly:

"By the way, I haven't introduced myself yet, have I? My name is Fina. You can call me Nana or Xiaona. What's your name, sir?"

It was a good question, and it stumped Searle.

She named the young dragon Xiaobai, just to make it easier to distinguish when she called it.

But tell others that he is Xiaobai?

In the previous life, isn't it the same as when others introduced themselves and said "Hello, my name is Wangcai"?

After thinking for a while, Syl said, "You can call me Bai."

Xiaobai is a name that can be called privately by oneself. When speaking to others, it is better to just use the word "white".

"Oh, Your Excellency, then... how do you feel about my proposal just now?"

When she said this, Fina lowered her head slightly, with a blush on her face.

Seeing her like this, Syl felt the veins on his forehead bulge.

Her expression must be asking how about having a baby!

"Haha... I'm busy with business, so I'm leaving." Syl gave an awkward laugh, turned and walked towards the alley next door, because the crowd had been dispersed by the army and was heading towards the southern district.

And Fina also stood up, patted the robe on her body, and then trotted behind Syl.

"What are you following?" Syl, who walked into the alley, looked back at Fina and asked.

"I'll help you find your friend together, Your Excellency Bai!" Fina looked at Searle seriously, her expression could not be faked.

Silton suddenly felt dizzy.

It's over, what if this Fina really sticks to herself and wants to find the clown?

And I don't know if I can beat her.

You have to pretend to be strong.

Syl felt as if something had been stabbed in his heart, and he was a little bit cese.

It is true that I met my nemesis today.

Syl sighed, turned around and waved to Fina.

Seeing this action, Fina didn't hesitate at all, and squatted directly in front of Searle, with her hands on her chest, looking expectant.

You have to find a way to fool her.

"Why don't you let her come to you after I find her." Syl said with a serious face, "After all, it's not convenient for two people to move together."

"Why? If we act together, won't we be less afraid of the church? And the purpose of my coming to Ibiza is to find the clown sister...I'm only over 100 years old now, so I should be able to Call her sister?"

Syl wanted to ask a question.