System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

So the question is, the current self, should I go?

An accident is unlikely to happen. Even if the doctor card is dead, the main body can still protect itself by summoning Ashara.

The most important thing is... magic!

Although I don't know the specific system, but just hearing the word magic, no matter how I think about it, it is much more powerful than my own auxiliary magic!

Most importantly, Doctor Ka's extraordinary physique also made Syl feel more confident.

At least fate is hard.

After making up his mind, there is still plenty of time, and Searle plans to go and have a look tonight.

But before going there, Seale found a restaurant with a quiet environment and had a full meal.

Although the restaurant seems to be well-decorated, and there are not too few things I ordered, it only cost Seale less than 1 sous.

"Welcome next time, beautiful lady."

Following the gracious send-off by the clerk, Searle, who returned to the street, took out his silver pocket watch and checked the time.

"Well... it's seven o'clock."

There are still three hours before going back, and if you count half an hour on the way, you still have two and a half hours for yourself.

In terms of time, it's still a bit tight, so it's better to go back and make full preparations, and visit the address on the card the next day, so as to have enough time to deal with emergencies.

But when we go back, it's better to ask Archbishop Ashara about the Andaman.

I feel that Archbishop Ashara is older, so he should look more knowledgeable.

Even when listening to Archbishop Ashara speak, it might be a bit tormented.

It is quite difficult to translate.

After making up his mind, Syl didn't head towards the road back to the Holy See, but went into another street, looking for any remote alleys.

After finally having time today, she decided to take a look at what the Stardust Flying Blade she received that day looked like.

After all, it's a hidden reward, so you can't stretch your hips too much, right?

However, this street does not seem to be very peaceful. The more Syl walked in, he found that there were more and more people.

Most of the stores have painted signs outside to attract passers-by, and almost half are taverns.

Many passers-by still smelled strongly of alcohol.

The more Syl walked, the more he felt that he had come to a place where troubles could easily occur. After all, it is not surprising that drunk people do anything.

"Let's change the place." Syl thought so, turned his head and walked away, not going any further inside.

At this moment, there was a commotion behind him, causing Syl's right eyelid to twitch.

"Ughhhhhhh!!!"

Not far behind Searle, there was a scream and cry, and it sounded like a boy or a girl.

"Do you dare to steal Baron McGee Hardy's wallet? Cutting off your hands today can be regarded as saving your life. Be grateful to Dade in prison, waste."

What?broken hand?

Syl's heart skipped a beat.

No, the situation is wrong, retreat immediately, otherwise...

Syl thought so, but his body turned back and walked towards the scene of the incident.

The crowd only dared to stand on the sidelines from afar, and even the drunkards knew not to try to reason with an angry nobleman.

"Uh...I...I didn't..." The thin figure lying in a pool of blood tried hard to justify something.

"You don't? If you don't, I got my wallet by yourself?" The nobleman named McGee wiped the blood on the dagger with a handkerchief, with a disdainful expression on his face.

"I... just want to give it back... ahhhh!!!"

It seems that this filthy child's excuse made the nobleman lose his patience, or if she continued to talk like this, his face would be lost, so McGee lifted his boots and stepped on the child's hand hard, and the bones could be seen stubble section.

"Go to the prison and feed the dogs, you bastard who is lying." After taking back his feet, he still seemed to feel dirty, and rubbed the soles of the boots with red and black blood on the ground, leaving bloodstains.

At this moment, when no one dared to come up, a strange man with a silver beak mask walked up to the thin child at unknown times.

"Hey...the section is quite neat, the knife is not bad..." I saw that strange man skillfully lifted off the windbreaker, revealing the tool bag inside, quickly took out the tools inside, and carried out a simple disinfection.

Before the noble could even realize what had happened, the beak-masked weirdo picked up the two severed hands on the ground and cleaned them with wine.

"Huh? Who are you?" McGee put his hand on the dagger at his waist after he realized it, "Answer my question, freak."

But that strange man with the silver beak mask didn't seem to bother to talk to him, he was just sewing up the wounds of the people under him.

And the child who was lying on the ground, who was still howling and moaning, now his eyes were blank, and he was lying on the ground quietly as if dead, as if he had really been anesthetized on the operating table.

"How dare you ignore me?" The masked man's ignorance made the nobleman feel a little uneasy.

Although the people around him didn't think so, a sentence echoed in his heart, "Baron McGee Hardy has lost his dignity."

Face is more important than anything else in the eyes of these little aristocrats.

"You are also an accomplice of thieves! Follow her to jail!" McGee yelled as if to embolden himself. The liquid flowed out from the hidden compartment, dripped down the sword body, and covered the entire sword body.

It was a powerful hallucinogen that McKee would often use when torturing slaves, which would make the dead laugh in agony, a scene McKee loved to see.

After finishing all this, McGee put his hands on the dagger, and stabbed straight at the shoulder of the black-clothed weirdo.

"Pfft-"

Black and red viscous plasma splashed out.

But the splashed blood vaporized and disappeared instantly in the air, but no trace of blood flowed out from the shoulder of the man in black.

The surrounding air was deathly still.

I do not know how long it has been.

"Hey...hey...Wuhu..." McGee's face suddenly twisted, and he let out a sickly, weird laugh.

The onlookers who formed a circle here were also silent at this time.

In the end, I don’t know who opened his mouth and started his head. Crazy laughter began to spread to everyone. Everyone’s body was twitching sickly. They formed a circle and just laughed, but they didn’t know it. What are you laughing at.

From the outside, it looks like some wonderful performance is going on here, or... an evil sacrifice.

"[Despicable Life] successfully absorbed [Powerful Hallucinogen] and obtained its characteristics"

"[Despicable Life] Enhanced Successfully"

"Release【Deceitful Life】"

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Chapter 30 Honor Roll

If there was really a calm bystander who watched the entire process, then he would no longer be able to remain calm.

Because it's really unbelievable.

After Syl and the others get rid of the influence of the doctor card, they may be able to learn something through the system introduction.

[Deception] This wonderful skill, after absorbing the powerful hallucinogenic agent of the noble dagger, uses its own blood to strengthen the effect of the hallucinogenic agent again, and instantly fuses with its own blood.

Then let the blood with enhanced hallucinogenic effect vaporize and dissipate in the air, and everyone around who inhales the air will not be spared.

The nobleman closest to Syl was the most severely affected. He was dancing and laughing, and kept stabbing wounds on his body and hands with his sword. Every time he struck, the hallucinogen on the sword made him even crazier.

But at this time, Searle didn't pay attention to the things around her. She didn't even feel the pain of being stabbed in the back, and she just concentrated on completing the masterpiece in her hands.

Soon, Syl finished the work in her hands, and she withdrew her hands. The black gloves were covered with indistinguishable blood stains.

After tearing off the glove of his right hand, Searle used the scalpel casually, skillfully slashing the palm of his hand.

Plasma dripped onto the child's hand along the fingertips, until the blood stained the white sutures into black, Searle took his hand back, and the wound in Searle's hand was also wriggling and healing quickly.

"What a perfect operation... Is the left hand put on backwards? The right hand was sewed upside down? Forget it and leave it alone, as long as it works anyway." Syl smiled gratifiedly and took it off. Another bloody glove stretched out his hand to straighten his mask.

"Ok?"

Syl's movements of holding up the mask became stiff.

"Crap! What did the doctor card do with my body again!?"

After regaining his composure, Syl was a little shocked to see the dancing scene in the surrounding square. He didn't understand why people like DJ could be so excited.

Syl's white hands looked out of place with the blood stains around him, and the crazy crowd around him also made Syl feel his scalp go numb.

"Get out! Damn it! What the hell is going on inside! I order you to disperse immediately!" Outside the encirclement of the crowd, the shouts of the patrolmen sounded. The patrolmen raised their sabers and waved them, but no one obeyed their command. .

"Oops!" Syl only had time to stuff a 10-pound sous into the pocket of the brat on the ground, and the instinct of the doctor card forced her to make this action.

Afterwards, Seale picked up the scattered tools on the ground and stuffed them all into the tool bag. It was too late to clean them now.

"That masked one! Stop!" A patrolman who managed to squeeze his head into the crowd found Searle in the encirclement.

Seeing that there was nothing missing on the ground, Syl quickly stood up and slid into the crowd in the opposite direction.

The strange thing is that the seemingly irrational onlookers, after Searle approached, seemed to have a natural, subconscious sense of obedience from the depths of their genes, and let them all give Sylvie a slap in the face. out of a position.

After Searle passed, the crowd once again formed a tight circle and continued to go crazy until the hallucinogen diluted in the blood was completely absorbed, digested and excreted.

Of course, they will all forget the memories of this period, and they will only feel that they are fragmented or have a strange dream.

Syl, who walked out of the crowd, aimed at a small alley and got in, then took out the wallet pocket watch map in his pocket and put it on the ground. After confirming that there was no one around, he directly changed back to the main body.

"Phew... so dangerous..."

Syl reached out to wipe off the sweat that didn't exist on his body, then picked up the items on the ground and put them back into his black robe.

At the same time, he did not forget to take off his glasses, wiped the lenses carefully with a handkerchief, and put them back on again.

The outside world is scary...

Searle can see that the integration progress of the doctor card has reached 30%, an increase of 10%, and there is still a long way to go from the clown card.

It can only be said that it is a blue card... When the doctor card shows the desire to help others, Searle can't suppress the doctor card at all, especially when she is doing "artistic creation".

Syl didn't even dare to think that Edward, the man who was stitched up at the beginning, who was more like a monster than a human, became like that or, maybe it would be easier to die.