System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

Although the Church of Goddess of Hope has weakened for hundreds of years, but it is an organization with similar energy than the Church of Goddess of Hope, three options immediately popped up in Searle's mind, but he first ruled out the other six Orthodox Churches.

What Seale still knew, there were only two possibilities left.

Magical organizations and nobles.

For the time being, Syl couldn't think of any reason why magicians would persecute the poor except for the human experiments seen in the novel, so she directly eliminated the magic organization, and there was only one known possibility left, and that was the nobles.

Nobles...clergy...Ibiza...clergy want to help...then why are the nobles targeting the church for this...

Syl couldn't help thinking of his system mission, [Conspiracy under the Haze], the point of conflict between the church and the nobles may have appeared in the Ibiza area.

Although it was only a few seconds, Searle had roughly deduced where the main points of his mission were, and the information given was sufficient. If there were no accidents, he could find the answer in the southern or western districts of Ibiza.

But at this moment, Ashara didn't know that Syl had already deduced everything, and even wanted to change the subject stiffly, only to see that Ashara struggled for a long time before choking out a word:

"hungry?"

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Chapter 47 Chapter 47 The Frightening Edward

"Eh?"

The topic changed so suddenly, Searle shook his head subconsciously before turning his mind from reasoning: "I'm not hungry."

"Oh." Ashara nodded expressionlessly, "Go to bed early."

"Huh? Don't you need to practice divine arts today?" Seeing that Ashara was leaving, Syl asked curiously.

After all, Searle was acting outside in the morning while resisting ravings, and at the same time had to deal with different people, which was extremely mentally stressful.

And flirting with Ashara was one of the few ways Searle discovered to entertain and decompress.

"Self-study." After saying this, Ashara left directly, as if she had something to do.

"Okay..." Syl responded, and then watched Ashara leave, "Good night, Archbishop."

Hearing Syl's good night, Ashara paused by the door for a while, and then replied, "Well, good night."

After finishing speaking, Ashara walked out of the room, and helped Syl close the door by the way.

"I'm exhausted..." Syl, who had been wandering around for a day today, although she didn't feel anything physically, was exhausted mentally.

After going to the bathroom to wash up, Searle, who changed into pajamas, threw himself into the big soft bed, falling asleep almost as soon as he touched the pillow.

The clues that need to be collected already have some clues, and Searle can't wait until tomorrow to find out the conspiracy under the haze by himself.

Syl didn't sleep well this time.

In the dream, Syl, the clown, and the doctor stood opposite each other, looking at each other.No matter what Searle does, the other two character cards will follow, as if using the same set of motion-captured character models.

After an unknown amount of time, when Syl raised his hand for the last time, the doctor followed suit, but the clown remained motionless. She looked at Syl and showed an exaggerated smile.

"Saint... Transformed."

Just like Searle transformed into a clown, after the clown saw what the clown said, a holy light enveloped the clown, and the clown transformed into Searle almost instantly.

Then Syl woke up with a start.

Syl stood up, looked at the newly bright sky outside, rubbed his forehead, his eyes were a little confused.

She felt that she had a very weird dream, but when she woke up and recalled it again, everything in the dream seemed to be erased, no matter how Syl recalled it, there was not a trace of the picture.

This also made her mental state extremely poor, even after sleeping all night, the feeling of exhaustion did not disappear in the slightest.

After sitting on the bed with his eyes closed and his back leaning against the bed for almost half an hour, Searle felt slightly refreshed.

After getting up and getting out of bed, changing clothes and putting on a black robe, and checking that everything on him was not missing, Syl opened the door and walked out of his room.

This floor is a resting place for the pope, saintess and bishops, so there are no people, and it looks a bit empty.

But after arriving downstairs, gradually, some nuns or monks began to appear on the stairs and corridors, and they were all busy with their own work.

Through the walks in the corridors these days, just by looking at the house number, Syl also roughly understood the complexity of the Holy See Department of the Church of Goddess of Hope, which is comparable to a small country.

On the way to the restaurant, Syl happened to see Ashara, and had breakfast with her. After breakfast, Syl said goodbye to Ashara, and waited for Ashara to mend herself. After Xiao Jindun, he put on his glasses and went out.

Time is not to be wasted by Seale. In addition to completing the promotion of the clown, he also needs to investigate [The Conspiracy Under the Haze] and search for possible potions.

It's a pity that the "Mana Tides" salon only opens once a week, otherwise Syl would have to try his luck again.

The air in the morning was a little cool, and the overcast sky made it hard to bring up any happy emotions.

"Don't let it rain..." Syl adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose and tightened his clothes.

After a while, Searle walked to the hotel yesterday. The hotel owner and guests ignored her. Searle went upstairs to the room she had opened last night, unscrewed the door and walked in.

Since he didn't put anything inside, Syl didn't lock the door at all.

The curtains in the room were still drawn. After closing the door, Syl took out his wallet and pocket watch and put it on the table, then called softly.

"clown."

The space distorts, and then instantly returns to its original state, and a tall clown appears in the room.

"Phew... I feel better after becoming a clown," Searle laughed at himself. "This means that after suffering from a mental illness, the spirit is much better?"

After tidying up his clothes in the bathroom, Seale took his wallet, pocket watch and cane and walked out of the room.

Today, her destination is still the southern area of ​​Ibiza, and being unfamiliar with the place is a difficult point of investigation, so Searle decided to use the identity of a clown to return a visit to a "patient".

It was Edward whose whole body was broken into pieces a few days ago and was stitched up by doctors.

At least until the clown card was promoted, Searle didn't want to use the doctor card anymore, because he already had a psychological shadow, and Searle was also afraid that something bad would happen if the doctor card walked in front of the suture.

After arriving in the southern area of ​​Ibiza, Syl stopped and walked on the street. Although she didn't know the street very well, and she didn't have a clear impression of that night, but if Syl saw the alley, I can still remember a little bit.

"Turn around for another 10 minutes. If you can't find it, use your doctor's card to look for it..." Syl thought about it, and started wandering around the southern and southern districts of Ibiza.

Fortunately, Syl was lucky. In other words, Syl didn't go far in the southern part of Ibiza that night. Soon Syl found the alley that was still stained with blood.

On the right side of the alley is a bakery, which is obviously of a lower grade than the one opened by Kelly by the river. Searle glanced at the passers-by who were staring at him out of curiosity, tidied up his clothes, and walked in. bakery.

"Ding-ding-"

The wooden door jingled with the bell hanging from the door.

"Oh, welcome to Ms....my God, you are so tall." The shop owner is a middle-aged fat woman, covering her mouth at this time, looking at Searle in surprise.

"Hello, ma'am." Syl greeted him politely, and then asked straightforwardly, "Do you know Edward? It's a tall and thin boy who looks about seventeen or eighteen years old."

It took a while for the middle-aged woman to look away from Searle. When she regained her senses, she wiped her hands on the apron in front of her: "...Edward? Which Edward?"

"Well...he has a younger sister, the one who had some accidents the other day." Sildo gave some details.

"Oh, it's little Edward," the woman seemed to think of something, and said suspiciously, "I haven't seen where he is these days, and it seems that his sister hasn't been to the factory recently."

factory?Her younger sister looked less than ten years old.

"Hmm..." Searle took out a shilling coin from his pocket and put it on the bread basket beside him. "Then can you tell me, where is his home?"

"His house... No. 44 Bull Street, I forgot exactly which floor it is on," the middle-aged woman kindly reminded after thinking for a while, "beautiful lady, I suggest you don't go to him .”

"Recently, I feel that he is a little strange. He covers one of his eyes with a cloth all day." The woman pointed in the direction of the eye and shrank her neck. I actually saw something moving under the rags...hope Goddesses are on it...this is really scary..."

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Chapter 48 Chapter 48 Please kill me

"Well, thank you for your reminder, ma'am." Syl held a cane in his left hand and slightly pressed his right hand on his chest, expressing his gratitude to the middle-aged woman in front of him.

The questions that should be asked have been asked, and after Seale said hello, he left the bakery directly and prepared to walk towards No. 44 Bull Street.

Searle wasn't very worried about getting lost. Although the roads in the southern part of Ibiza were damaged and the houses were old, the road signs on the street were still intact.

She is not the kind of person who is so crazy that she can go the wrong way just by looking at the street signs.

"Boolean Street... Boolean Street... oh, I found it." Searle muttered, looking at the street signs on the street, and finally saw the sign of Bull Street at the intersection of a crossroad. Black sign.

Syl looked at the winding and twisted street and stopped for a while.

When I used my doctor card to walk in the Ibiza area before, I would definitely not go in when I saw this kind of street that looked dark even in the early morning.

This is mostly due to the limited vision of the doctor wearing a mask, which makes Searle feel insecure.The rest is more of an awe of the unknown.

But now, Syl, who came back here a few days later, has completely lost that sense of insecurity.

Not only is the backing of the saint, Ashara, making Syl feel safe.

The gradual understanding and proficiency of his own card ability is also one of the reasons why Seale has confidence.

Although the abilities carried by these cards are weird, they are extremely powerful, and Searle is already looking forward to what the next card will have.