System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

"Normal consumption is too high. All her abilities are driven by flesh and blood. With less flesh and blood, she will naturally be weak."

"Oh..." Syl nodded silently, and then asked another question in his heart, "Then how to recover?"

"You have to ask her yourself^﹃^"

"Hehe." Syl sneered silently in his heart, and he was no longer surprised by the system's increasingly unnatural expression.

At least when the system expresses an expression, it means that the matter is not difficult to solve.

Wait until the information is collected, and then ask the doctor how to solve this matter.

After all, the doctor made sacrifices for himself and the marshal, so he had to make up for it.

After Syl left the Holy See, he walked towards the Duke area without stopping.

At this time, the genius had just dawned, and there were not many people on the street. On the contrary, the closer it was to the direction of Duke District, the more people there were.

Because the maids have to get up early to complete various chores, such as washing vegetables, cleaning clothes, preparing breakfast for the owner of the house in advance, or going out to do some shopping.

When Seale was about to reach the Duke area, there were already people on their way in a carriage.

The man in the double-breasted dress who was in the carriage exclaimed when he saw Syl and Sandy walking by the side of the road.

"Driver, stop, pull over," after the carriage stopped, he quickly put on his bowler hat and got out of the carriage, walked quickly behind Searle, guessing the surprised look in the coachman's eyes, and shouted respectfully, " master."

Syl also noticed the carriage stopped beside him, but he didn't pay much attention to it. When the man walked towards him, Syl realized that he was looking for him.

Searle stopped, turned around slowly, and looked at the familiar person behind him. He was startled when he heard him address himself, and said, "Shh, shh! Just call me Syl."

Syl didn't want others to call her that. Usually, she felt awkward when others called her His Highness, let alone a master.

And Searle also heard from the address that the person in front of him should be the person who participated in the Ascension Conference that day and was injected with the doctor's blood.

But the person in front of him is not an Ascendant, he should just be an experimenter present.

The experimenters saw the silver crow finally become the Saintess of Sil with their own eyes. In their hearts, the Saint of Sil and the Silver Crow had already been equated.

And it doesn't matter whether Silver Crow is a master or not, her strength is obvious to all - she has really surpassed the fifth level, and has truly mastered that indescribable form.

It might be better to follow her than to follow the old man who still doesn't know what he looks like.

However, the saint in front of her didn't seem to like this address. After a little bit of confusion, the man changed his mind and said, "Okay, Your Highness Syl."

"Is His Royal Highness Syl going to No. 12, King's Road?" Immediately afterwards, the man asked courteously, "If you don't mind, you can take my carriage, and I can just walk over."

"No need." Syl waved his hand and said, "Take a walk."

After finishing speaking, Syl stopped staying any longer, turned around and walked towards the direction of the King's Road.

And that man, after being stunned for a while, shook his head helplessly, he could only say that he didn't seize the opportunity to perform.

Of course, it may never occur to him that it may not be that he is acting unattractive, but simply that he is the wrong gender.

However, seeing that Searle was also walking, the experimenter did not dare to continue riding in the carriage. Instead, after dismissing the coachman, he followed Searle in the direction of No. 12 in the distance.

Syl didn't know, it was just a short distance, and more and more people followed her.

Many people walked towards No. 12 immediately after receiving the call of blood. In fact, there are still a small number of people who have not left in No. 12.

When Syl arrived at the scene, there were already many people inside.

Those five dragon eggs had already hatched, and together with Friedman who had hatched originally, a total of six young dragons remained in place.

Friedman, who was originally changed into an adult male appearance by the [Giver] taught by the Dream Goddess, also restored the appearance of the young dragon when it was just hatched, and turned into a little girl.

Except for the six little ones who were running around on the stairs and didn't know what game they were playing, the other ascenders had basically arrived and were discussing something together.

When the door opened and Syl appeared at the door, all the discussions at the scene disappeared.

They all turned their heads to look at Syl, eyes full of awe.

Although the girls in front of them were only of the third rank, they knew in their hearts that they were completely controlled.

As long as there is a slight movement, it will definitely explode and die, or turn into a strange monster.

And... this Syl, no, or the thing that transformed into Syl, definitely has strength beyond the fifth level.

And this also gave them the hope of being able to advance to the sixth level normally.

Who doesn't know how cruel and inhumane "flying up" is, and it's not a legitimate promotion.

However, they have nothing to do.

But now a strong man beyond the fifth level is in front of him. Although he doesn't know why he made a disguise, it really brings them hope.

People who have reached the sixth level really exist!

As long as you obey the order well, maybe you can really get a method beyond the fifth level!

"master."

"master!"

All the people present half-kneeled in the direction of Syl, without the majesty of being a strong man at all.

"Alas..." Syl sighed speechlessly as he looked at the strong man who looked at him as if he was worshiping him.

At this time, the six little dragons on the stairs also saw Syl at the door, but instead of kneeling like the others, they cheered and ran towards Syl.

After running to Searle, they surrounded Searle, twittering and calling "Mom", which made the speechless Searle almost speechless.

Xi became a mother, it belongs to yes.

After rubbing the little dragons on both sides with both hands, Searle said with a smile, "Get out of the way first, I have business to do now."

The little dragons can feel the familiar feeling from Searle, because the young dragons have included Searle into the [Dragon Will] network, and enjoy almost the same authority as the young dragons.

They quickly parted ways, letting Syl continue walking inside.

Syl also noticed that, except for the little dragon that had been parasitic on Friedman for a little longer, the movements of the other little dragons looked clumsy, more like infants.

It seems that the parasitic time was too short, and it didn't have time to absorb the knowledge and memory of the original body.

But these things are not in a hurry, just teach them slowly later...Searle has almost thought of the scene like opening a kindergarten in the future.

"call......"

Slowly exhaling, Syl stopped thinking about what would happen later, and focused all his energy back in front of his eyes.

She walked up the steps slowly, and when she reached the platform in the middle of the steps, she turned her head and said, "Get up."

After Syl's voice fell, everyone stood up slowly, but none of their eyes left Syl.

"When you see my current state in the future, just call me in the usual way." Syl said slowly.

She didn't want to have any weird address, lest Ashara would think she had some habit of being a master after hearing it.

So when the saint is in this state, let them call themselves as usual.

Anyway, what I control them is not relying on majesty, but the marshal's crushing strength and the doctor's strange blood.

After hearing Syl's words, the people below hesitated a little and exchanged glances with each other.

Until an Ascendant shouted hesitantly, "Uh...Miss Searle?"

Soon, the voices of other people calling came out.

"His Royal Highness Syl?"

"Miss Seale."

Except for some people who originally belonged to the church who called His Highness Searle, other extraordinary people who did not belong to the church basically called Miss Searle.

And those low-level ones naturally shouted along with the ascenders.

"Miss Seale!"

"Miss Searle, please guide us!"

"Miss Searle! I want to be your dog (Great Saya proverb, meaning loyalty)!"

"Miss Seale, take us away! Miss Seale!"

Shouting and shouting, the crowd gradually became frenzied.

This is a supernatural worship of absolute power.

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PS:

Sorry, it's hell again, I must update it earlier tomorrow.

feature film -

[1. If two guns are tied to each other and then fired, will there be no recoil? 】

[2. Duoduo was brutally dismembered and killed by gangsters. His parents called on the circle of friends to fight Duoduo together]

[3. Hua Tuo secretly scraped one after he found out that he hadn’t won the prize after scraping the bone]

good night~

Chapter 260 Chapter 240 Chapter Three Sacred Relic Supplier? (4000 word chapter)

But these words fell into Syl's ears, and immediately gave her goosebumps.

She quickly raised her hand to stop the people in the audience from continuing to shout like sick.

After seeing Syl's movements, the people below stopped shouting, and the people who were still coming in behind and who were about to shout also closed their mouths. Everyone was looking at Syl's direction, guessing what she would do next. will say something.

Looking at the people in the stands, almost all the Ascenders have arrived, and Searle stopped waiting for the follow-up personnel to arrive, and started to speak directly.

"I came here for only one purpose," Syl stretched out his right hand and placed it on the front armrest, and said slowly, "I want you to share all the information you know about the Ascension Society, Write it all down."

"Little dragons," Syl turned his head, looked at the six little girls who were following him, and said, "cooperate with Friedman and collect the information for me."

"Okay, Mother." The little dragon called Friedman pouted unhappily.