System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

Rather than drinking this kind of water, why not go to someone else's shop and ask for a drink, at worst, do a magic trick for them?

After making up his mind, Syl shook off the water in his hands with a look of disgust.

Moreover, there was no handkerchief to wipe off his wet hands, so Syl simply hid his right hand under his robe, and grabbed another glove with his left hand.

"Let's find a shop owner who seems to be more talkative..."

While walking along the river, Syl looked at the shop windows and glass doors on the street, and observed the shopkeepers inside through the doors.

Suddenly, an intoxicating aroma of fermented bread bypassed the silver mask and the herbs used to filter it, and entered Syl's nose.

"Gollum—"

Syl's stomach, which was immediately stimulated by the scent, let out a groan.

Syl couldn't help looking up along the source of the fragrance, and saw a bakery on the corner of the street about two meters ahead.

The shopkeeper's grandmother, who wrapped her head in a towel, was packing some bread on the window, with a kind smile on her face.

"Gudu."

Searle swallowed hard, and walked towards the bakery involuntarily.

Pushing open the door, the ringing bell reminded the owner of the arrival of a guest.

When the grandma turned around slowly, she was taken aback by Searle who entered the store.

"Hey... sir, do you want to..."

Clearly intimidated by Seale's attire.

Searle quickly took off his mask, licked his lips, and bowed slightly to salute the old man.

"Hi, my name is Lucy, I don't have any money, can you give me a glass of water? It seems like a very warm-hearted grandma."

Chapter 14 Chapter 14 Pain Papa Papa!

The old grandma stared at Searle for a moment, then covered her mouth with her hand and smiled.

"Hahaha, cute little girl, what do you mean she looks very warm-hearted... Really." Saying that, the old grandma put the basket full of bread on the shelf and turned towards the front desk Go, "Of course no problem, kid."

Maybe it was because he also felt that his greeting was a bit outrageous, and Syl's cheeks turned slightly red.

I'm really sorry I can't chat...

Soon, the old grandma walked towards Searle with a porcelain teacup filled with clear water, and handed it to Searle with a smile.

"Please use it, cutie."

"Ahem...thank you, old cutie."

Searle's reply drew a chuckle from the old lady: "Haha...what a lovely child."

Before drinking, as if instinctively, Syl tapped his right hand slightly into the water, completely ignoring that his hand touched the dirty river water just now.

"Hmm...no poison...what the hell can this hand be used for drug testing?" Searle was a little shocked in his heart.

It seems that the card still has many small abilities that have not been described in detail, or it may be included in the skill of [Deception].

Searle also took a look at the skill introduction for the skill of Desperate Fate.

Probably because it has a high resistance to all kinds of poisons, and can store the poisons in its own blood. Over time, it can become a human-shaped poison gas tank.

Moreover, the more viruses in the body, the faster he will recover from his injuries, and he can use the blood as a powerful poison or a life-saving medicine, depending on his mood.

Emotional self, the doctor's medicine is all created in the body...

Of course, not being afraid of poisons is not really immune to poisons, so the doctor card will require a drug test at the beginning.

After drinking the water, Searle licked his lips contentedly, and handed the glass back to the old grandma.

It would be even better if it was hot water, but unfortunately, people from other worlds seem to be the same as Westerners in their original world, they don't like to drink plain water.

"Thank you for the warm-hearted grandma." Syl put the mask on his chest and thanked the grandma again.

"You're welcome, it's just a very simple matter... By the way, you can take some of the bread in the basket and leave. Anyway, it's going to be sampled, so you can't leave it until tomorrow to sell."

The old lady smiled and said, "It's all going to be given to some poor homeless people. The little girl is also homeless now?"

"Uh...that's right." Syl nodded, and his eyes unconsciously turned to the bread that was not too fresh but still had a strong fragrance.

It seems that the bread made in the morning was not sold and put in the evening.

Then I'm welcome.

Searle took off the glove on his left hand and took a piece of bread with his left hand: "Thank you again, ma'am."

"Is there really no place to live? If you don't mind, you can come to my house for a while until you find a job. Anyway, I'm also a widowed old man." The old woman looked at Searle, apparently worried.

"No need, a friend will pick me up tomorrow." Searle lied a little, and nodded to the grandmother, "Then I'll go first, take care, ma'am."

Then, Syl took the bread, ignored the dissuasion of the old man behind, and just pushed open the store door and slipped away.

But it's not that Syl doesn't want to accept the old man's kindness, it's just that he is afraid that if he, a troublesome aggregate, lives in the old man's house, he will bring trouble to the kind old man instead.

After all, in the past few days, Searle has a pretty clear understanding of his physical fitness.

Syl turned into the alley next door as soon as he went out, holding bread at the entrance of the alley, and ate in small bites.

Really fragrant!

After eating the bread, Searle clapped his hands contentedly, and put on his mask and gloves again.

No one would have guessed that this suspicious figure with a silver beak mask was the beautiful girl who ate like a cute squirrel just now.

After eating and drinking enough, the next thing I think about is how to spend the night safely. After all, it is a strange place, and I will definitely not be able to sleep.

Let's go through the night, and if you survive tonight, you will win.

In order not to get lost while wandering in this big city, Searle started to go back the same way, back to the original sparsely populated neighborhood, while wandering around observing the surrounding buildings and pedestrians, while waiting for the dawn.

Fortunately, Searle's outfit was still a bit bluffing. After wandering around for a long time, no one dared to come to find trouble, and no one even dared to look at Searle.

Finally, when Searle was so tired that his mind was confused, there was finally a hint of dawn in the sky.

Without saying a word, Searle started walking towards the outside of the city. Although it was early morning, there were still endless streams of wagons on the avenue outside the city.

What a big city...

After Syl sighed in his heart, he began to rush towards the monastery. When he passed the burned farmhouse and the cordon, Syl's heart sank a little.

When Andaman massacred civilians, the fear in his heart hadn't developed to the point where Syl could do it, and the clown thought so too.

But Seale quickly regained his mind and thought of a new problem.

How should I appear in front of the Pope?

You can't walk in front of the Pope and transform yourself in front of her, right?

After thinking about it, Searle came up with a good solution. Although it was a bit bad, it was still a good way, but it was a bit bad.

The main reason is that Searle, who is now mentally distressed, has no intention to conceive of any perfect solution.

"System...has the Pope come back? I don't know the time."

"Walk over and you'll be there^"

"walk slowly."

After confirming that the pope would appear in the monastery, Syl was not in a hurry.

Deliberately slowing down the speed of the journey, Searle was rehearsing the drama of the meeting in his heart.

There is a small bridge in front of the monastery, with a creek underneath, which is more or less a small back slope, and the situation under the bridge cannot be seen from the direction of the monastery.

While rehearsing in his heart, Syl had already reached the gate of the monastery without knowing it.

"Who are you!" Syl's strange attire was obviously stopped by the guarding paladins.

"Is Pope Sharon here?" Searle asked calmly.

"Please state your name, trespasser!" The two guards asked while approaching Syl.

Apparently it was Seale's attire that put a lot of pressure on them.

Searle continued to speak: "Go and tell the Pope that Searle is in my hands. If you want to go back to Searle, find me."

"Shameless kidnapper, you are the one who kidnapped little Syl!?" A paladin raised the long sword in her hand and shouted, "Hank! Go and inform the Pope, she should be still alive soon after she came back. Go away! I will support this person!"

The paladin named Hank immediately understood, turned around and retreated justly, and went directly to the Pope.

"You want to stop me too..." Syl gave a sinister laugh, then threw out a table knife casually, and the handle hit the Paladin's helmet, causing him to close his eyes .

Just when he opened his eyes and was about to charge, Syl had already run away.

"Stop!" The enraged paladin began to charge towards Syl, but Syl jumped directly under the bridge and disappeared from his sight.

When Syl arrived under the bridge, he quickly took out his own Saintess Card: "Transform."

The space was distorted, and Syl, covered in blood, appeared in the creek. The originally clear stream was tinged with blood.

"Grass... it hurts it hurts it hurts!!!" Syl passed out from the pain before he had time to pose.

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Chapter 15 Chapter 15 The First Ladder——The Lamb

"Well......"

In a luxuriously decorated room, Syl slowly opened his eyes.

Although he felt a little groggy, the pain in his body had completely disappeared.

"You're awake!"

Before Syl had time to turn his head to look around, he was attracted by a familiar voice.

Syl, who was lying on the bed, turned his head slightly, and saw Sigma sitting beside him with red and swollen eyes.