System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

Of course, it is better to get a blue or white card.If the Purple Card Gold Card is drawn, Syl dare not use it no matter how harmless the card description on it is and how powerful the ability is.

Searle had a vague feeling that if he could not completely control the cards, but was completely dominated by the cards, something bad would happen.

Although there is no evidence to prove that Searle's idea is valid, Searle just has this intuition...Maybe this is a woman's sixth sense, so I have to believe it.

As Searle walked, he confirmed the house numbers around him. Finally, Searle saw No. 44 Bull Street. This is a row of houses, one house next to another, like a whole.Each contiguous building has only one front-facing window.

And No. 44 is one of the houses connected with the surrounding.

This place doesn't look very suitable for living. Syl prefers to call this place a dormitory rather than a house, after all, it feels too similar.

Coincidentally, the wooden door of No. 44 was being opened from the inside, and an old lady leaning on crutches and wearing a beige old bowler hat was about to go out.

It seemed that he didn't expect someone to stop at the door. The old man who went out was startled by the tall Syl, and took a step back slightly to cover his handbag.

When she covered her hat with her hand and looked up at Syl, she breathed a sigh of relief.

The clown's appearance is almost unmatched by men, women and children, and has a special appeal to women.

People are generally color-controlled creatures, and this old lady is of course no exception. The moment she saw Searle, she had already decided in her heart that this beautiful woman was not a bad person.

So she smiled and asked Searle, "What's the matter, kid? Why are you standing here?"

"Hello, ma'am." Syl raised his hand in a gentlemanly salute, "I want to ask, do Edward and his sister live here?"

When she heard that the question was about Edward, the grandmother's cloudy blue pupils obviously showed some doubts.

"He...is here," the old lady looked at Searle with some curiosity, and asked, "Son, what are you looking for him for? He didn't tell me that he met Miss you outside. Such a beautiful girl."

"Actually, I don't know Edward," Searle shook his head slightly, "it's just that my friend asked me to visit her patients."

Although the move of "making friends out of nothing" is old-fashioned, it is unexpectedly easy to use.

"Patient...Miss, your friend is the doctor who saved Edward?" The old lady asked in surprise, and made room for Searle, "To be honest, I heard that When little Edward fell and hurt himself, I really couldn't believe it...how high did he have to fall to get such a serious injury? Let's talk about it first, miss."

Syl nodded, keeping his eyes open for a while.

Looking back now, Searle also feels a little strange. The streets over the bakery are all townhouses with a height of three or four floors. It seems that only the falling of the roof can have the bloody effect... But why did he go upstairs?suicide?

Suppressing all kinds of doubts in his heart, Searle followed the old lady into the room and walked upstairs.

After reaching the second floor, there was a long corridor. There were many rooms on both sides of the corridor, with creaking wooden floors. Searle followed the old lady and stopped outside one of the rooms.

"This is Little Edward's room." After the old lady introduced, she raised her hand and knocked on the door. "Little Edward, someone is looking for you."

After a long time, a hoarse reply came from inside.

"Who?"

"It's your savior's friend, little Edward," the old lady nodded towards Searle as she spoke, and gave up her seat with a smile, "Then you talk, I'll..."

Suddenly, the sound of running came from inside the door, and there was a rattling sound in this old house with poor sound insulation.

"boom--"

The door was violently pushed open, and the old lady took several steps back in fright, leaning against the wall behind her, looking in shock at Edward, who had half of his head wrapped in a cloth and his left eye was bloodshot.

After Edward rushed out, he saw Searle and rushed forward.

"Where is she! Where is she!! I'm going to kill her!!!" Edward roared like a beast while rushing towards Syl.

It all happened too quickly, but in the eyes of the clown, this is not a scare.

I saw Syl slightly raised the cane in his left hand, which happened to be on Edward's collarbone, and then pushed Edward out with the cane.

The great pain caused Edward to curl up on the ground, and the rags on his face were loosened and fell off because of his breaking action, exposing the two fingers in the right eye socket.

"Kill me...please kill me...let me die..." Edward curled up on the ground, sobbing softly, "otherwise I will kill you...I swear..."

The room was dark, and there was only a terrifying looking monster on the verge of collapse, venting its despair inside.

Moreover, with the body transformed by the blood of [Unexpected Fate], even if the heart is pierced with a sharp knife, Edward will not die in the true sense... It can be said that he can't die even if he wants to die.

"If the doctor was here, she must be smiling happily. She likes to see other people's self-awareness collapse." The clown twitched the corner of his mouth, thinking in his heart with some disdain, "It's really abnormal."

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PS: Continue to repay PY.

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Chapter 49 The conflict between capital and the church

"Sorry, old lady, I scared you," Searle looked at the old lady who was already trembling with fright, and comforted him with a smile. "It seems that he needs some psychological counseling."

After speaking, Syl walked slowly into the dim room, and closed the door by the way, blocking the old lady's sight.

The only light-transmitting window in the dark room is blocked by curtains at this time. There is only a wooden bed frame in the room. On the bed frame is a rough "mattress" made of hemp rope. It will fall through the gap of the hemp rope.

Other than that, the room had a worn out wardrobe that couldn't fit anything else.

Syl passed by Edward, walked to the window, stretched out his hand and opened the curtains with his cane, allowing the morning sunlight to penetrate into the room through the window.

Searle leaned back against the window, looking at Edward lying on the floor, whose body was faintly showing signs of collapse, and felt dizzy.

It seems that the monster-like life without the light of day has almost tortured Edward crazy.

If Syl came a day or even half a day late, Edward might have completely fallen into madness, and then searched for the host doctor of [Despicable Fate] like a headless chicken, until he was killed as a monster, and then became the leader of many strange stories and legends in Suramar One of the.

"Hey, Edward." Syl yelled, but Edward, who was lying on the ground, didn't respond.

Moreover, there seemed to be something protruding from the vest on Edward's back.

Knowing that he couldn't drag it on any longer, Syl asked directly, "Does this make you feel hopeless? Have you ever thought about your sister?"

It seems that the word "sister" stimulated Edward, and the bump on his back gradually sank back.

After a long time, he clenched his fist with his right hand, propped up his body, and sat down on the ground, staring at Searle's direction, but said nothing.

"Find out the situation first, brat." Syl raised his cane and tapped the wooden floor twice, "Without my friend, you are already dead."

"Who will take care of your sister then? Your parents? Or your grandma?"

What Searle said made Edward lower his eyelids, not knowing what he was thinking.

"I... have no parents," Edward said after a while of silence, "Mrs. Joanna is not my grandma, she is just my landlord."

Seeing that Edward was willing to speak, Syl was temporarily relieved.

Just don't be a monster, or you will feel guilty when you turn back into your body.

"Are all the tenants in this building?" Seale was about to start the topic slowly.

"Yes......"

"Where's your sister? She's not in the same room as you?"

"Mrs. Joanna is alone and has agreed to take Lina to her house for a while."

"Well... this room is indeed a bit cramped."

"Mrs. Joanna is a good person... I should have just now..."

When he felt that Edward's vigilance was gradually letting go, Searle suddenly asked, "Why did you jump off the building?"

"Uh..." Syl's sudden question made Edward's original words choke in his throat, "I...I don't know..."

Syl frowned slightly, seeing Edward's wariness, and raised her chin slightly: "I'll ask you some questions, answer truthfully, and I'll reward you depending on the situation."

After speaking, Seale took out a 10 sous note from his pocket and held it in his hand.

Seeing the 10 sous pounds, Edward's eyes almost straightened...Of course, the two fingers in his right eye socket really straightened.

"Please feel free to ask questions." Apparently, the 10 Soviet pounds was a huge attraction to Edward, who was unable to work and was in urgent need of money.

These ten soli are enough to cover Lina's food expenses for half a year. In this way, Edward can persuade Lina to resign from the damn factory and let her go to school with peace of mind.

Searle put the sterling on the windowsill:

"Then you have to answer my question honestly."

Seeing Su Pound who was blown by the breeze on the window sill as if about to float away, Edward swallowed hard and nodded.

"The reason for suicide?" Seale continued to ask the question.

"I...I don't want to drag Lina..." Edward lowered his head and was silent for a long time before continuing, "Actually, a few months ago, I became a I'm so crippled that no factory owner would take me, even for a few shillings a week in hard work."

"Lina entered the factory for me... She should have been able to go to the free church school taught by the Goddess of Hope, but she gave up this opportunity just to support me, a waste..."

"What about the factory's compensation? Is there any compensation?" Searle interrupted Edward.

"No...they said it was my fault..."

Searle looked straight at Edward:

"So you chose suicide?"

Hearing Syl's question, Edward nodded a little numbly.

From this short question, Searle seemed to have grasped something.

It seems that the church did not try its best to help these poor people. They even built a free church school in the southern part of Ibiza.

But even so, there are still children like Lina who cannot go to school.

A flash of light flashed in Searle's mind, she stared at Edward and asked:

"Do you know the name Bwonsamdi?"

Hearing this name, Edward seemed to react.

He asked a little uncertainly:

"Lord Bwonsamdi?"

"He is the largest factory owner in the Ibiza district. Almost half of the factories are under his name. It seems that even the port of Surama was funded by him... You ask him what he does?"

"What about the Church of the Goddess of Hope?" Syl asked, "What do people in Ibiza think of the Church of the Goddess of Hope?"