System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

【Me: I will waste time】

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Chapter 44 Chapter 44 Promotion Task: 【Notorious】

Southern District of Ibiza.

A dirty mouse with messy fur came out of a dark alley, as if it wanted to go to the garbage dump across the street.

But halfway through the run, he was frightened by a man running past on the road and turned around and crawled back to the alley.

The running man was panting heavily. Even though his lungs were about to burst, he still did not stop his pace. The poor drainage system and construction in the southern part of Ibiza made the streets full of potholes of different depths. He almost every day After running for four or five steps, the old boots can splash the sewage on the ground.

The sporadic figures on the street did not cast even the slightest glance at this running figure.

An escaped thief is not big news in the southern part of Ibiza.

It's just that this person...is there no police chasing him at all?There was no owner of a lost wallet, not even a mouse.

Probably a lunatic?

Whether he is crazy or not is hard to say, but the man who is running away knows that maybe he is really crazy.

"Ha... ho..." Feeling the pain of tearing lungs, the man finally stopped in an alley, holding the wall with one hand and touching the wall with the other. Something in your pocket.

That's a wallet.

It contained at least more than a thousand sous pounds in cash.

Can't let go, even if you're exhausted!

Even with this belief, the man ran all the way from the Kos area to here.

It's almost a quarter of Suramar.

"Did you... get rid of it?" The man stared nervously at the entrance of the alley, and waited for a long time until his breathing gradually returned to normal and his heartbeat gradually stabilized, and then he was completely relieved.

The owner of this wallet... is definitely the scariest person he has ever seen in his life.

No matter how hidden a place I ran to, as long as I turned around, I could see a figure in a dark red suit not far behind me, watching a circus performance, or reading a newspaper...but No matter how hard he ran, he couldn't get rid of her.

At the most desperate moment, the man even thought that he was crazy and had hallucinations to see that figure, but the tall lady with green hair would always look at his... .look at myself and laugh.

That expression seemed to be encouraging myself: Why don't you run away?

The forced man had no choice but to continue running away. Finally, the temptation of 1000 Soviet pounds made the man persist, and he successfully escaped from that person.

Because the man turned his head and didn't see her again.

The man leaned his back against the wall, and sat down on the ground in a state of exhaustion, completely ignoring the dirty oil on the ground, and cursed weakly: "Fucking bitch... the next time I see you, I will kill you. ...just like the previous bastards..."

Afterwards, he took out his wallet with a little excitement and opened it. When he saw stacks of 50 pound banknotes in it, his breath almost stopped.

"A thousand... more than a thousand and five hundred sous..." His voice was already trembling.

But before his voice changed from shock to surprise, a slightly hoarse female voice came from the depths of the alley.

"It's 1650 sous," said the voice, "and there are 12 shillings and 3 pence. You count carefully."

Hearing this sound, the man's body froze completely, he turned his head stiffly, and looked at the place where the sound came from.

A tall lady in a dark red suit was strolling towards him, taking small steps to avoid puddles on the road, as if she didn't want her new shoes to get too dirty.

The man really wanted to run away, but his body had reached its limit, so he could only keep trembling with his hands, watching the man walking in his direction in despair.

"My name is clown, I'm 21 years old, I'm an artist, performance art, performance art." I saw the lady who called herself a clown, with her right hand in white glove pressed to her chest, gave him a gentleman's salute and made a gesture. Self introduction.

"If you don't mind, can I let you enjoy my performance?" The clown looked at him with a smile. "I want to exchange the wallet in your hand with a wonderful performance."

"Please... Please let me go, I'll give you back the wallet..." The man tremblingly raised the wallet in his hand, feeling that the woman in front of him was horrifying and absurd.

"Oh no no no," the clown shook his head and took out a handkerchief from his pocket, "That's your wallet, of course I have to exchange it with you through performances, sir."

"No...no...please..." The man's lips were pale, and he was already regretting why he wanted to steal her purse today.

But the lady who claimed to be the clown didn't pay attention to his pleading, and just started to perform tricks on her own.

"Look, this is an ordinary handkerchief..." The clown took a clean white handkerchief, waved it in the air, and then put the handkerchief on his clenched right hand, "Now... .”

"Dang!" The clown picked up the handkerchief abruptly, and made an exaggerated foley sound in his mouth. When the handkerchief was lifted, a bouquet of flowers appeared on the clown's hand out of thin air.

If this scene was placed on the street or in a circus, men would definitely stop to watch and applaud.But the scene in front of him couldn't make him feel any surprise or surprise, only fright and panic.

"Please... I can cut off my two fingers according to the rules, no, one hand, please let me go..."

"Uh... Looking at your expression, this little trick doesn't seem to be enough to exchange that wallet with you, is it?" The clown said to himself, put his left hand directly into the bouquet, and took out a box from it .

"Please..." Unspeakable despair spread on the man's face, and he began to cry uncontrollably.

"Then let's see how my unique jokes are. I'm good at telling jokes." After speaking, the clown threw the flowers aside and held the box in front of the man, "Look, now it's just a box, now... …”

The clown opened the box: "Dangdang! It turned into six bayonets! Hahahahahaha!"

The six bayonets slid from the box to the ground, making a crisp sound of "jingle——", as if applauding the tasteless joke of the clown.

And the sound of these bayonets falling on the ground seemed to have stimulated the man. He seemed to have grasped the life-saving straw, frantically picked up the bayonet on the ground, and slashed at the clown's neck in front of him.

But this outburst was blocked by her hand, the bayonet just hit the back of the clown's hand, and the clown's bone-deep wound began to spurt out blood, dripping onto the stone floor.

"Hee hee hee..." The bayonet attack seemed to make the clown even happier.The man's original hope was completely shattered.

At this moment, the fear of the side effects of the bayonet was conveyed to the man.

He suddenly stared at the clown with his eyes wide open, his face twisted, as if he saw something indescribably terrifying, he tried to retreat with his hands and feet, but there was only a wall behind him, and his beating heart suddenly jumped when it reached the peak of pacing. stop.

The expression is always fixed at the most frightening moment.

The clown's expression suddenly became serious. She took out the bayonet from the man's hand, picked up the remaining bayonets on the ground, and threw them into the air, completely ignoring the wound on her hand.

When the bayonet fell down, the clown made a slight fist again, clamped one bayonet between the index finger and middle finger of his left hand, and firmly caught the remaining five with the other fingers of both hands. Her hands appear to have three claws each.

She crossed her legs and stretched her arms lightly. Surrounded by the moonlight, garbage, and mice, she stretched her body to her heart's content, as if she was dancing some kind of weird and twisted dance.

And the only audience at the scene also had the most suitable expression on his face.

"Elegant Scary Clown"

"Fusion progress: 99%"

"Get the clown promotion mission [Notorious]"

"Professional evaluation of the system: Although everyone acts differently, I still recommend you to see a doctor"

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PS: Another PY~ "The cat girl is by my side"

In a hundred words, the heroine, Lori, is a special attack on the country.high sugar.By the way, the author is a real loli.

Chapter 45 Chapter 45 Sweeping the Suramar Orphanage

The prompt box of the system seemed to make Syl wake up a little bit. She looked at the prompt box and the corpse in front of her in a daze, and didn't recover for a long time.

She wasn't pitying the person in front of her, she was just recalling the feeling just now in her mind.

That kind of unparalleled sense of immersion, it is obvious that everything is done by myself, but I am calmly observing as if I am staying out of the matter.

Syl felt that in the state just now, she could stop her body movements at any time.

This shows that Syl's control over the clown card has reached a point where he can do whatever he wants.

Of course, even at this point, Syl did not stop his behavior of scaring the other party to death.

In fact, Seale originally planned to use him to test his fusion, but he didn't expect that he would pick up the fear bayonet and slash himself.

In the end, he was terrified by the return of the fear spikes several times, and died of sudden cardiac arrest.

But Syl didn't feel any guilt at all, and he didn't feel that there was anything wrong with what he did.

First, he was a murderer, second, he stole his own money, and finally, he wanted to kill himself.

Any one of them gave Searle no reason to let him go, especially with the blessing of the clown mentality, Searle felt more relaxed.

If it were a doctor standing here at this moment, he might be full of guilt and sew the man in front of him into a grotesque meat ball, allowing him to survive with a sliver of life, and then die in despair amidst the collapse of self-cognition .

Perhaps the only chance for that man to survive is that the one standing in front of him is Searle's body, because all the skills of Searle's body are nannies, and he can only shake Ashara when he encounters danger. Come here, and Ashara, who was born in the Goddess Cult, will definitely not kill a commoner, even if he is a criminal.

However, this possibility does not exist, because it is impossible for the life-saving Searle to let the main body do such a dangerous thing.

Searle took out his handkerchief, bent down slightly, picked up his wallet through the handkerchief, and wiped it clean with the handkerchief.Then pick up the bayonets in the same way, wipe them clean, and put them back in the box.

As for the handkerchief that had been wiped with dirt not long after it was bought, Searle could only hold it in his hand, and throw it away when he walked a little farther away.

After confirming that nothing was left behind at the scene, Searle tidied up his collar and walked out of the alley.

Although he was interrupted by this person halfway, at least in terms of improving the fusion degree, it has already surpassed Syl's imagination.

The degree of fusion of the clown has reached an astonishing 99%, only 1% away from completing the evolution.

But before that, find a potion suitable for the clown, and drink it before being promoted.

Doing so allows the clown to directly skip the potion digestion process, and directly obtain the first-level abilities and characteristics of that potion.

First let's look at what the task is...

"System, explain the task in detail."

Silently called out a system in his heart.

"Promotion mission: [Notorious]"