System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

"No...not..." Jane shook her head and hesitated, "I can't tell you the details."

At this time, Vera also took off her deerstalker hat, put it on the round table, sat opposite Syl, and observed Syl carefully.

Compared with Jane, Vera, who has been tempered by various events, has more keen insight, and she quickly noticed something was wrong.

Vera raised her right hand to the side of her head, lightly pressed her index and middle fingers on the temple behind the corner of her right eye, and activated her spirit vision.

In Vera's vision of only black and white and gray, every object has a degree of light that is either weak or bright.

But Syl in Vera's eyes was a little golden.

It's just a tiny bit, like a few drops of golden yellow in a can of gray paint. Although it's very faint, you can still observe the golden ripples.

"Your spirit body has changed color, Syl." Vera's eyes widened slightly, she had never encountered such a situation before, Vera muttered to herself, "Isn't this the characteristic of mastering the mythical form of a demigod?" ,how come......"

If this matter is seen by other fifth-order masters, they will definitely be crazy about it.

Perfect mastery of the semi-mythical form, which is a sign of surpassing the fifth order.

But so far, neither the church nor other magicians and field transcendents have truly mastered the semi-mythical form.

"Semi-mythical form?" Syl blinked suspiciously, and after thinking carefully, he replied uncertainly, "Maybe it's because of being possessed before..."

"Possessed?" Hearing this word, Jane pricked up her ears.

"That's right, I was in a crisis, and I summoned a powerful life that is far superior to the enemy, and she directly possessed me."

Syl wasn't sure what he had summoned, even when he recalled it now, he felt it was just a blur of light and shadow.

"She used your body to show the mythical form?" Vera seemed to be more enthusiastic about this question, she leaned forward slightly and asked.

In fact, when Syl was talking about the enemy, Vera was still a little curious about what kind of enemy could force Syl to summon such a terrifying thing.

But since Syl didn't say anything, Vera wouldn't ask.

What's more, just through the newspapers in the past few days and Vera's understanding of Syl, it is not difficult to guess that the so-called enemy is someone inside the church.

It's just who it is, Vera is not very clear.

"I don't know too well, I just feel that the strength of my whole body has suddenly increased, as if a powerful force will erupt with a wave of my hand... I can't remember clearly after that."

Syl did not lie about this. When she recalled the details of the previous battle afterwards, all the mysterious knowledge that had been forcibly instilled in her mind became blurred.

It may have to wait until Syl really touches this level before the things preserved in the subconscious can come in handy.

"Well...Although I don't quite understand what you are talking about," Jane scratched her head, then looked at Searle and asked, "But in short, you will not be in danger later, Searle, right?" Bar?"

"If there are no accidents." Searle nodded with a smile.

A haze that was pressing down in my heart was finally swept away, making Searle look at her future life more optimistically.

In the future, it will be mediocre, brushing the fusion degree of the character card every day, and then digesting the holy medicine of my body, digesting it for three days and fishing for two days, don't you have to be more happy than being tense every day?

As long as you don't get troubled, it's fine. There are so many people in Suramar, and there are seven holy sons and holy daughters. You can't always be unlucky, right?Syl thought so.

Thinking of the happy life in the future, the corners of Searle's mouth gradually turned up, revealing a smile.

This smile also made Jane and Vera completely let go of their worries about Syl.

At this time, Vera also remembered why she felt that Syl was different from before.

Seems to be getting...more "perfect"...

This perfection does not refer to appearance, but temperament.

Now Syl's every frown and smile seems to be able to touch other people's moods, and the gestures between talking and laughing can also affect other people's thoughts.

To put it simply, the current Searle has become a little too attractive.

When anyone saw Syl for the first time, whether it was based on Syl's beauty or temperament, it was hard not to have a good impression of her.

Is this also one of the sequelae of being possessed?

Regarding this point, Vera was a little worried, because she always felt that this ability was a bit weird.

In case this ability can be further improved...

Doesn't everyone have to fall in love at first sight the moment they see Syl?

Vera suppressed the doubts in her heart, and together with Jane, they chatted with Searle about the interesting things in the news these days, and talked about Searle's current reputation in all walks of life.

When Syl's lunch was served by Sigma, the two said goodbye to Syl.

In the next few days, Searle stayed in the room to recuperate, and Searle's body recovered quickly with the daily magic and potion conditioning.

When Sigma stayed with him until the third day, seeing that Syl was fine, he bid farewell to Syl, left the Holy See and returned to the monastery.

But naturally, for the sake of safety when going back, Syl asked Annie to call a church carriage to take Sigma back.

Archbishop Ashara is also very busy these days, and he may not see Syl twice a day, making Syl who is alone in the bedroom feel very bored.

Originally, many other archbishops wanted to visit Syl to express their attitude, but these visits were all blocked by Archbishop Ashara.

So in the past few days, Syl was also happy to be leisurely. He read the newspaper in the room every day, drank tea, took a nap leisurely, and practiced magic skills when he had energy, and the whole day passed.

Until the fifth day, when Searle's body had fully recovered to its peak, he happened to run into Ashara who had come down to visit Searle.

As soon as Ashara opened the door of Syl, she saw Syl was floating in mid-air with her feet off the ground, the ethereal holy voice echoed around her, floating in front of her, it looked like there were only a few thin golden lines in surround.

Syl's pajamas were also fluttering along with a weak wind. Sensing someone opening the door, Syl slightly opened his eyes, his pupils emitting pale golden light stared at Ashara who came in.

"Again, practice?" Ashara closed the door, looked at Syl, who was slowly falling, with a slightly strange expression.

Since Syl's body recovered, almost every time Ashara came over, she could see Syl practicing the magical art of [Mental Barrier], either practicing, or resting after practicing.

It seems that the previous invasion of the consciousness body did leave some shadows on Syl, so Syl selectively strengthened the practice of certain divine arts.

"Yes~" Syl jumped to Ashara's side and said with a smile after his feet touched the ground, "It's almost ready for [Mental Barrier] to stay permanently now."

Generally speaking, other [ascetics] will not train their mental barriers to a permanent posture.

This magical technique itself is launched very quickly, and the consciousness attack, other people don't know if they can encounter it once in their life.

Even Ashara only drew the attack when capturing [Reincarnation Black Snake], so generally she would not deliberately practice this skill.

But Ashara understood why Syl was so cautious.

Once bitten, twice shy.

Looking at the grinning Ashara in front of her, a question that had been dragged on for a long time was finally put on the table by Ashara.

"Syl..." Ashara called out.

Syl also seemed to realize something, his smile gradually disappeared, and he approached Ashara nervously and asked:

"What's the matter, Archbishop Ashara, has something happened?"

"No," Archbishop Ashara shook his head, looked at Syl, who had slightly bent his knees to look at him in order to take care of himself, and sighed, "You... finished digesting."

Yes, Cyr's elixir was digested the moment the possession ended.

Even the holy medicine of the second holy stage, the second stage, the third stage, which Syl did not drink, has been digested.

It was as if it was the remaining power of the holy spirit that helped Syl directly complete the promotion.

Then, you have to consider the following things.

The third tier holy medicine, [Holy Priest].

Will Syl, who has experienced this painful experience, accept the third-level holy medicine of the church?

Would she continue to take this, the elixir that nearly killed her before and tortured her every moment?

Ashara didn't know what to do.

But even if Syl refused to take the next elixir, Ashara would support Syl's choice...because it was Syl's own choice.It can only be said that the church did not do well enough, and Searle cannot be blamed.

"Yes, I'm done digesting it." Syl also probably understood that Archbishop Ashara was so serious that he was going to say something.

It turned out to be about the holy medicine.

In fact, Syl has also thought about whether to continue taking the holy medicine, because according to the information disclosed by the system before, the higher the level of taking the holy medicine, the more likely to cause some troubles.

And the saintess and son of the same batch, even if they are the oldest ones, may not be as high as Searle now.

On the one hand, it is the temptation of quick promotion, and on the other hand, it is the troubles that may be encountered after the promotion, which really made Searle tangled up for a while.

In the end... In fact, just yesterday, Searle made up his mind to continue to be promoted.

At least until the fourth level mentioned by the system, this power can be used by oneself.

Just when Syl was thinking, Ashara in front of her spoke, "Then...you want to drink the third holy tier, yes, the holy medicine?"

Ashara seemed a little nervous, she was already able to speak relatively fluently, but she became a little stumbling again.

It seems that the archbishop is really not good at communicating with others.

"Yeah." Syl didn't say much, just nodded and said directly, "Drink."

"Huh?" As if she didn't expect Syl to agree so quickly, Ashara's eyes widened slightly, looking a little surprised.

"Only when you become stronger can you protect yourself and those you cherish." Syl regained his smile, looked at Archbishop Ashara, and asked, "Isn't it? Archbishop Ashara."

Syl's words touched Ashara.

It made this archbishop who had lived for too many years think of himself who found a reason to become stronger one afternoon hundreds of years ago.

"it is good......"

Aishara waved his hand, and a bottle of holy medicine that was different from before, with a golden light, floated in front of Aishara.

Inside the oval-shaped potion bottle, the golden yellow liquid of the holy medicine took up half of the space.

The other half is transparent, with transparent tentacles outlined by a few golden objects—they are writhing in the golden liquid, like living things.

"The third holy level, [holy priest], the first level holy medicine." Ashara spoke slowly, explaining the origin of this bottle of medicine.

At the same time, Ashara's hand pushed forward in the void, and the potion bottle slowly floated in front of Searle, suspended quietly.

Syl stretched out his hand, held the holy medicine containing the strange liquid in his hand, and asked curiously:

"Should I drink it now?"

"Rest, a few years, it's fine." Ashara still couldn't bear to let Syl be promoted directly now, so Ashara gave Syl a step up.

Syl held the slightly trembling holy medicine bottle in his hand and said with a smile:

"No, I feel like I'm ready, can I just drink it?"