System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

"Add status to yourself, Joseph, don't act like a rookie." After McAllen finished speaking, he raised his gleaming cane and began to search the room to see if there were any survivors.

"Grass... I'm a newcomer..." Although Joseph said so, he also raised his cane and began to bless himself, but the speed was much slower than McAllen.

After the two searched, nothing was found at the scene except a table knife with black blood on it.

The whole scene was like a failed evil spirit summoning ceremony, and everyone was backlashed by the spell.

"This formation..." McAllen squatted down, carefully looked at the formation on the ground, and then stepped forward to check the sarcoma.

"This formation is wrong," Joseph also discovered the problem, "but how could the wrong formation have such an effect?"

"Help me be on guard." After McAllen finished speaking, he took out a stack of thin dark brown paper from his pocket and spread it on the ground. go.

"Reimu Ritual? Are you crazy, McAllen!?" Joseph looked at that gray sarcoma, feeling a surge of fear in his heart, "This is a real evil spirit! Aren't you afraid of seeing things you shouldn't see? We should call the senior investigator of the church over here."

"Look at the table knife on the floor, Joseph, there must be someone else who witnessed this." McAllen moved very quickly. He quickly mixed all the materials and poured them on the paper, and finally put the brown paper rolled up.

"And he must have just left. When the senior investigator arrives, Reimu may not work. We can't let go of any potential safety hazard."

"Remember our mission and remember the oath you swore when you entered the church." After saying this, McAllen raised his head and glanced at Joseph calmly, "'Investigate, seal, keep secrets, and protect the ordinary in secrets'."

After speaking, he picked up the rolled material, walked to the dining table, and sat down on the chair.

Taking out the kerosene lighter, he lit the cigarette-like secret material, stuffed the end into his mouth, and took a light breath into his lungs like smoking.

In an instant, everything in front of McAllen turned into black and white, and several groups of broken pictures were constantly reconstructed and appeared in front of him.

Fourteen men in black robes were discussing something. The cabinet behind them seemed to be transparent, and several female corpses were stuffed inside.

A man in a black robe brought a tall woman with green hair and a vague face.

The bodies of fifteen men in black robes were broken, and the blood lines on their bodies pulled them into a circle, with a huge cocoon in the middle, and standing on the outside of the circle... standing...

"Pfft—" A mouthful of blood spat out from McAllen's mouth, dousing the burning material.

Joseph on the side wanted to help McAllen take away the secret cigarette, but was stopped by McAllen. McAllen quickly re-dried the cigarette, lit the cigarette, and took a deep breath.

A petite figure... with her arms raised high, but she has no face, not even skin, and her whole body is full of terrifying and ferocious teeth. McAllen just took a look, and the holy medicine in her body almost ran out of control .

This scene was cut quickly, and the last scene stayed, the green-haired woman threw a throwing knife at the weird cocoon. After this scene passed, McAllen regained consciousness.

"It seems...ahem...someone got rid of this gestating evil spirit before we came...that black-robed...favored one, it It's a favored one!" McAllen's voice was a little hoarse, he looked at Joseph and continued, "Quickly, find a senior investigator, quickly!"

McAllen hadn't heard of the favored of the evil god for many years, and he had a hunch that Suramar and even the entire Great Saaya Empire.

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Chapter 54 Chapter 54 Bwonsamdi's commission

At noon, at No. 23 Hemington Street, Souler District, inside Arnold's tailoring shop.

"Cersus...Your first-order [Vicious Dog] potion is almost finished..." Arnold in the shop looked a little decadent lying on the table, with a Teasing the chin of the black cat in front of him with his hand, "Cats can digest [vicious dogs], but I can't touch a drop..."

"Meow~"

The black cat meowed, as if to comfort Arnold.

"Should I continue to do these useless efforts?" A Nuo sighed, and said to himself, "It's better to go back to..."

Suddenly, a figure glimpsed out of the corner of A Nuo's eyes made him shut his mouth instantly, hugged the black cat into his arms, and looked towards the door with some doubts.

Black windbreaker, silver crow mouth mask...Miss Silver Crow?How did she come here?There are still six days until the next meeting.

Under A Nuo's gaze, Miss Silver Crow stretched out her hand and opened the door.

But this time, the ban on the gate was successfully triggered, and the sound of the bell ringing at the gate directly made the black cat in Anuo's arms blew up.

"Good, Xers." Arnold stretched out his hand to comfort the black cat, then stood up, looked in the direction of Silver Crow, and asked with a smile, "Miss Silver Crow, I'm glad to see you again."

The one who opened the door and came in was Syl, who had just recovered from Xinka's rampage.

"Good afternoon," Syl nodded, looked at the cat in Arnold's arms, and continued, "I'm here to get my clothes."

"Oh...clothes..." Arnold just remembered that Miss Silver Crow seemed to have left a long black trench coat for him to mend yesterday.

But Arnold doesn't know how to fix it at all, and almost forgot about it, he paused and said:

"Sorry...the dress is not finished yet, I will urge the tinker to make her hurry up."

It seems that the only thing to do is to take the damaged dress to the maids at home so that they can mend it.

"Yeah." Syl nodded, but didn't seem to have any intention of leaving.

Seeing this scene, A Nuo could probably tell that Miss Silver Crow in front of her didn't seem to be here for clothes.

What does Miss Silver Crow want me to do?

She can accept Miss Monster's list alone, which shows that she has a strong background, or has a reliable companion...

What Arnold has on his side seems to be a large number of first-tier potions and some fancy extraordinary weapons besides his contacts. Except for the holy medicine of the church that cannot be smuggled out, he has almost gathered all the first-tier potions.

Could it be that Miss Silver Crow came here for this?

Arnold's thinking speeded up, and he quickly said:

"By the way, Miss Silver Crow, I have some potions and supernatural items that I have collected here. I am worried about how to get rid of them. Does Miss Silver Crow recommend any suitable ways?"

"Of course, after the matter is completed, I will definitely give you a commission."

After Anuo finished speaking, he waited anxiously for Miss Silver Crow's answer, for fear that he might have misunderstood Miss Silver Crow's meaning.

After all, it is still very nervous not to see Miss Silver Crow's expression under the mask.

But what he didn't know was that Miss Silver Crow in front of him was stunned after hearing his words.

"Well..." Syl nodded and said casually, "I don't mind earning some extra money, you can make a list for me, and I'll ask my friend for you."

"[Divine Art · Friends out of thin air]^^D"

The system popped up a skill prompt box in a serious manner, making the corner of Searle's mouth twitch unconsciously.

"Oh! That's really grateful!" A Nuo looked saved, and found a piece of paper and a pen in the cabinet, "Please wait a moment, I'll make a list right now."

Silently watching A Nuo in front of her lowering her head and writing the list, she suddenly felt that her behavior seemed too easy to be seen by others.

Especially the man named A Nuo in front of him, who guessed his real intention for coming almost within a minute after he came in.

"It seems that we have to be more cautious in our actions in the future...don't treat others as NPCs." Syl warned himself silently in his heart.

Arnold, who bent over to write the list, thought of another thing.

"By the way, Miss Silver Crow, please forgive my mistake..." A Nuo seemed to have suddenly remembered something, raised his head and said to Syl, "Last night, Kersus seemed to have picked up something from your windbreaker. A small dose of wine was given out, and it drank the wine..."

As he spoke, Arnold reached out and took out an empty long medicine bottle from the drawer, which was already empty, with only a little wine-red wine left at the bottom.

Arnold looked at Syl full of apology:

"I'm really sorry. If you don't mind, next time you come to pick up your clothes, I will bring you a few bottles of good wine as compensation."

After listening to A Nuo's words, Syl lowered his head and glanced at the black cat in A Nuo's arms through the glass lens of the mask.

Can cats drink alcohol?Wouldn't it be poisonous?

"Cersus drank a bottle of [Vicious Dog] potion secretly, and got into a bad habit of drinking... To be honest, I didn't expect it." Arnold shrugged helplessly.

"It doesn't matter." Syl shook his head lightly.

When changing the windbreaker before, I took out the tool bag and so on, but I didn’t take out some wine bottles because there was not enough space to put them.

"Thank you for your kindness, Miss Silver Crow, I thank you on behalf of Xers." Arnold thanked you first, and then asked casually, "Miss Silver Crow, are you a doctor? I saw you before." Many doctors used to sterilize with wine."

Syl just looked up at Arnold and didn't answer his question.In fact, Arnold's probing behavior has already made Searle a little disgusted.

Arnold also noticed this, and quickly explained: "Sorry, I didn't want to inquire about your identity, I just remembered a recent commission."

"Entrustment?" Searle asked lightly.

Arnold put down the pen in his hand and said:

"Yes... many friends in my circle know that I know some people with magical abilities, so they will occasionally find me to issue tasks, asking me to find someone to help solve some things they can't solve."

"After seeing the little wine reagent, I suddenly remembered an unresolved commission from a long time ago."

"It's about helping a nobleman's daughter to restore her original appearance—she has been cursed by some kind of curse, which caused her facial features to be dislocated, and she even had trouble eating. It looks quite weird..."

Speaking of this, Arnold's expression was a little scared, as if he had also visited the girl before.

"Oh~" There was a pleasant smile on Syl's face under the mask, "It seems that she needs some little help."

"Uh...Little? Wait, Miss Silver Crow, you mean you can solve it!?" Arnold's expression was a little shocked, and he didn't pretend it was.

I went to Mr. Tucker and Miss Monster before. Although they both said that they could remove the curse, they couldn't do anything about the completely deformed face and body.

"It only needs a simple minor operation." Searle said briskly, "Maybe I can accept this commission."

It seems that the doctor's addiction to surgery has been completely hooked.

"Really? That's really great!" Arnold snapped his fingers excitedly, "Old Bwonsamdi's daughter is finally saved. I really feel sorry for that poor girl."

Hearing a name that shouldn't be heard, Searle's expression froze instantly.

She stared at A Nuo, with a dangerous aura exuding from her whole body:

"Are you a nobleman?"