System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

The float on the water moved a bit, and then the fishing rod in the girl's hand was quickly dragged into the water, but she didn't know it, and stood up directly.

"Details." The woman took off her hood.

The long black hair poured down from the hood, and just stopped at the waist. The beautiful long hair revealed a light purple color under the morning sun.

It was a beautiful woman with transparent purple pupils like amethyst. At this time, she was slightly pursing her thin lips, looking at Bin with a sense of majesty without anger.

She completely lost the playful girlish attitude she had when she was fishing just now.

"It's like this, I passed by Suramar today..." Bin began to tell the guide in detail what happened before.

When the woman in front of her, who was called the guide, heard the semi-mythical form, she couldn't help but took a step in Bin's direction.

"Really? Are you sure? Half myth? Really half myth? Someone broke through first? Why? How is it possible?" Guidance's tone also became hasty, unable to maintain the majesty just now.

"It's true, Guidance," Bin's voice was extremely firm, "She doesn't belong to this era...she was summoned from another era!"

When the guide heard this, he was stunned in place, as if he didn't come back to his senses all at once.

After a long time, the guide breathed out slowly, and asked calmly: "Her organization is called Yehuo? Are there other people from different eras?"

"Yes, guide," Bin nodded, "Yehuo wants to talk to us."

"Um......"

The guide started pacing anxiously on the spot, and after walking around a few times, she stopped, looked at Bin and asked, "Does she know where you are?"

"Yes...guidance." Bin lowered his head a little ashamedly.

He did do something wrong in this matter. If he really didn't want to expose the organization, Bin would never come back.

Bin's current attitude shows that he is also inclined to talk with Ye Huo.

"That's okay," the guide waved his hand, with a look of indifference, "Now it doesn't matter whether it's merit or demerit..."

After hearing that the position of the organization had been exposed, Guidance's inner hesitation disappeared instead.

The guide raised his head, looked at the misty sky, and sighed slowly:

"Ugh......"

"Why do the guides sigh?" Bin asked curiously, "Cooperating with them, it is very possible to find a way to advance to the sixth level."

"Didn't I say that everything is for breakthrough?"

Hearing Bin's words, the guiding gaze slowly fell from the sky to Bin's body, and shook his head with a smile.

Although Bin's expression was puzzled, Guidance's heart was clear.

Breakthrough... In fact, the method has long been written in the holy monument.

It was only in order to escape this method that she kept looking for other breakthrough methods, even at the expense of subsidizing an anti-human extremist organization such as the "Ascension Society".

"I'm going to see her." The guide said slowly, "It's a clown...isn't it?"

"Yes, Guidance." Bin slowly lowered his head in front of the woman, and said, "She seems to have a subsidiary organization called 'Clown Club' under her."

"Understood." The guide nodded, and slowly raised his hand, the ring on his hand flashed a purple light, and a void door glowing with purple light slowly opened in front of her.

"Guide, do you need to be in such a hurry?" Bin took a step forward and asked nervously, "Why don't you bring a few more elders..."

"If you can destroy the 'Flying Ascension' Society at will, what's the use of bringing in as many elders as you want?"

The guide asked calmly.

"To be able to master the semi-mythical state, how many people do you have to bring to be useful?"

These two rhetorical questions left Bin speechless. He opened his mouth but couldn't say anything.

"Okay, don't think too much, just talk." The guide smiled and stepped towards the void gate. "You did a good job, except for letting me fish for the air force."

After speaking, the guide stepped into the gate of void, leaving Bin in a daze.

"Alas..." Bin was filled with fear of the unknown and anxiety about the future.

Looking at the expression of the guide, you can tell that after this time, when you come back again, the world may be about to change......

The big one is coming...

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"Sill hasn't woken up yet?"

On the top floor of the Holy See of the Goddess of Hope, Ashara was looking at Sandy standing outside Syl's room and asked.

"His Royal Highness, she hasn't come out yet, Your Majesty." Sandy replied respectfully.

It's already seven o'clock in the morning, but Syl still looks like he's staying in the room.

Ashara, who waited in the meeting room for a long time but couldn't find Syl, finally couldn't help but come up to have a look in person.

"Okay." Ashara nodded, then passed Sandy and opened the door of Syl's room.

After opening the door of the room, Ashara went inside, and closed the door smoothly.

At this moment Ashara could see that Syl was still lying on the bed, curled up with the quilt on the bed, sleeping peacefully.

Seemingly noticing the sound of the door opening, Searle slowly stretched his body and opened his eyes in a daze.

As soon as he opened his eyes, Syl saw Archbishop Ashara standing in front of him.

"Morning... Archbishop~" Syl, who was a little sleepy, saw the archbishop, squinted his eyes and greeted vaguely.

"Yes." Ashara nodded slightly, and said, "Morning."

Syl felt that he slept more comfortably than ever today, lifted the quilt, and stretched a lot.

"Um......"

While stretching, she let out a soft moan.

This laziness seemed to bring her back to life. She turned over quickly, got out of bed, and punched the air beside her twice.

"Hoho!"

Syl's condition looked good, but there was a little worry in Ashara's eyes.

Although Syl's sleeping appearance was not very good before, this was the first time she slept curled up like this, and she slept for such a long time.

Wrapping yourself up and curling up to sleep is itself a sign of insecurity, Ashara knows this very well.

"I went to see the Ibiza district yesterday." Syl, who stretched his body, looked at Ashara and said with a smile, "The construction of the current Ibiza district is pretty good, the archbishop is great~"

When Syl went to see it yesterday, the tents in the Ibiza area were almost evacuated.

This shows that the repair and resettlement of the house have been basically completed.

And at night, there are a large number of Ibiza civilians queuing at the gates of various factories.

They were queuing up to sign up for the job. After the workshop was repaired, it started recruiting again. Ibiza was in a state of waste, which Searle was happy to see.

Moreover, the expressions on the faces of the Ibiza people are full of expectations for the future, and the smiles on their faces have increased a lot.

This is completely different from what Syl saw when he first came to Ibiza.

Moreover, the streets of Ibiza have also been hired to clean, and even the stone bricks on the streets have been repaired. The whole street looks clean and tidy, just like other areas.

Ibiza is really getting better.

"Well," Ashara nodded, and said, "It's your credit."

"Hey hey~" Syl scratched his head, and said with some embarrassment, "It's still wise that His Majesty Pope Ashara leads well~"

Looking at Searle who was teasing her in front of her, Ashara's ability to resist teasing was much stronger than before, and now she could face Searle's jokes without changing her face.

"Today, are you going out?" Ashara looked at Syl and asked.

"Yeah~" Syl smiled.

"be careful."

"Okay pinch~"

Looking at Archbishop Ashara who was still standing in front of him, Syl tilted his head and asked curiously: "Archbishop, do you have anything to tell me?"

Ashara was silent for a while, wondering if it was Syl's illusion, she felt that Ashara's pupils trembled a little, as if she was struggling with something in her heart.

After a while, Ashara waved towards Syl.

"Huh?" Syl squatted a little curiously, and put his head in front of Ashara.

Aisha stretched her hand to support Syl's shoulder, slowly stood on tiptoe, brought her face in front of Syl, and kissed her forehead lightly.

"Eh?!"

Syl's eyes widened, and by the time she realized what had happened, Ashara had already taken a step back.

"Yes, the Pope blesses you," Ashara said blankly, "good luck."

"Ah."

In order not to discourage Ashara's enthusiasm for kissing her in the future, Syl nodded solemnly:

"I believe it, thank you His Majesty the Pope."

Originally, Ashara could still maintain a dignified and expressionless expression, but after hearing Syl's words "I believe it", her white earlobes began to turn slightly red.

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feature film -

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【3. "I am a high school student"】

【"I am a high school student"】