System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

The look in their eyes before they lowered their heads showed a little shock and...fear?

This made Searle start to doubt himself.

The identity of the doctor is obviously not exposed much... I usually show myself with a mask, why do they all feel like they know themselves?

This feeling of being the only one kept in the dark made Syl feel a little unhappy, and even the joy of sewing people later was a little less.

Syl looked up at the butler who was going up the steps and was about to open the door, but suddenly, something happened.

Before the butler opened the door, the door suddenly opened a crack from the inside, and a skinny and pale hand stretched out, aiming at Syl in the shape of a claw, and a strange formation appeared in the palm of his hand.

Almost instantly, Searle reacted and took out the scalpel to cut his wrists to release the psychedelic blood mist, but just as the scalpel was taken out, Searle's body was frozen.

"What's going on!?" Syl was shocked in her heart, but she couldn't make any expression on her face. No matter how hard she struggled, it was useless.

In Syl's vision, the withered hand in the door opened the door, and a dark and hoarse voice came from the owner of that hand:

"You don't build the secret technique very fast, do you, magician... Oh no, maybe you're not even a magician."

When the door was fully opened, a tall, thin man with sunken eyes and a stooped back appeared at the completely opened door. On top of the man's black suit was a pure black cloak, and on the cloak were six arm-length cloaks. With black feathers, he raised his head high, and the white feathers on top of the black top hat flickered.

He said slightly intoxicated:

"Welcome to~ Bwonsamdi's mansion—although I don't know why that kid sent one without even drinking the potion..."

The tall, thin man slowly lowered his head while speaking in a subdued tone, ready to look down at the visitor.

This is his usual trick. If he doesn't frighten her and add a little benefit, he doesn't know how many people will really try their best to treat his daughter.

But when he completely looked at the visitor under his control, he froze, even the words in his mouth stopped.

"How...how is it possible!!!" The man's eyes widened, and he kept backing away as if frightened, and fell down on the red wool carpet, completely without the slightest trace of the leisurely look just now.

Seale also regained control of his body after his fall.

The moment Syl regained control of her body, she quickly pressed the scalpel against the common artery in her neck, and the sharp tip of the knife pressed against her snow-white neck, dripping red blood.

As long as the man in front of him raises his hand again, Searle will immediately cut through the artery and release a large amount of intoxicated blood mist, and then take the opportunity to leave or directly use the missionary to destroy the place.

The amount of bleeding from cutting the wrist was too small, almost like a joke. Searle was afraid that when facing a powerful enemy, the intoxicated blood mist on the wrist would not be enough to see.

Anyway, the doctor is surprisingly hard-working, and Searle is not worried that he will die if he cuts the carotid artery. As long as he wants to recover, the blood loss will stop in an instant.

After thinking about all kinds of combat preparations in an instant, Syl looked at the man who fell to the ground just now.

"But it's fine, he fell down with a terrified expression...isn't this too out of character?" Syl frowned, feeling something was wrong.

Suddenly, Syl saw something in the hall from the corner of his eye, and Syl's pupils gradually dilated.

I saw from the open door, walked through the red carpet laid on the polished stone floor, and extended to the innermost spacious staircase facing the door.

Looking up the stairs step by step, you can see that the stairs are divided into left and right sides after halfway up, and a somewhat spacious platform is left in the middle. The sun can be seen shining from the skylight above the platform.

And on the wall of the platform, hung a huge, delicate portrait of a woman.

The woman on the portrait smiled gently and peacefully, her long silver-gray hair was slightly raised by the breeze, and her silver-gray pupils were full of smiles, as if she was watching and blessing everyone who entered the door.

In the woman's arms, she was holding a silver crow's mouth mask.

Yes, it's an ordinary-looking bust that's just a little too big.

And the man on the top of the bust looks a bit too much like a doctor.

It can't be said that they are very similar, only that they are exactly the same.

The air froze like this, and no one knew what to say next.

After a long time, probably because the hand was numb for too long, Searle said slowly:

"How long are you going to continue lying on the ground?"

In fact, Searle's subtext is to let the man in front of him who seems to have not regained his senses explain what is going on now.

Why did the doctor's bust appear in Bwonsamdi's mansion, and it was still hung in such a prominent place.

Syl felt that if he thought about it by himself, he would definitely not be able to figure out anything.

And the cool man on the ground came back to his senses after hearing Syl's voice, got up from the ground in a hurry, and even stepped on a long piece of his shawl in a panic. feather.

"Sorry, please forgive my rudeness...forgive my rudeness, forgive my disrespect..." I saw a man wearing luxurious clothes and looking dignified, facing Syl Kneeling down on one knee, he took off the top hat on his head, "Respected Lord Silver Crow, when I was young, I could often hear my great-grandfather talking about how you saved his life, how you saved him from a broken person, like magic Generally stitched stories."

"I just...excuse me...I just can't imagine that a character who sounds like something out of a fantasy novel actually exists...survives. …”

"You will always be the benefactor of the Bwonsamdi family."

"I, Baro Bwonsamdi, hereby swear by Bwonsamdi's name that I will follow the will of my great-grandfather, and the Bwonsamdi family will be your wings."

The corner of Syl's mouth twitched, and the hand holding the scalpel trembled slightly.

What's the situation?

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PS: repay py~

"After Becoming a Ship Girl"

An inspirational story about danger and the player being forced to become a combatant in a blue world after turning into a black flying dragon.

--perhaps

Chapter 58 Chapter 57 The doctor's sister is here

"System, please quickly explain what's going on, why does it sound like doctors appeared hundreds of years ago?"

In Bwonsamdi's mansion, at the long table in the restaurant, Seale sat at the head, looking at the exquisite food and drinks in front of him, a little confused.

I am here to sew people today.

Then, Seale turned his gaze to Barlow Bwonsamdi who was sitting on his left.

Sensing Syl's gaze, Barlow put down the knife and fork in his hand with a very respectful attitude.

Although he didn't feel any potion or holy medicine breath from Lord Silver Crow, the sense of crisis that Lord Silver Crow picked up the scalpel just now really made him tremble a little. will die.

The most important thing is that Master Silver Crow does not have any potion aura on him, which makes him respect Silver Crow even more.

He wiped his mouth with the scarf and asked:

"What's the matter? Lord Silver Crow, is it because the food doesn't suit your appetite?"

"Uh...no." Syl gently forked a piece of steak and stuffed it into her mouth, the fat and sweet gravy burst in her mouth.

Syl hasn't gotten used to it yet, and Bwonsamdi, who has been chasing after him for a long time to find out the information, has somehow become his supporter.

As a result, Searle's subsequent plans were almost useless.

"System, I want to ask you something!" Syl urged again viciously in his heart.

"The area ahead~ Let's explore later^^)"

"Alas..." Knowing that he couldn't ask anything, Searle could only sigh silently in his heart.

I can only think about how to formulate some words in Barlow's mouth.And without letting him discover that he's an impostor.

After all, even if the doctor was a real person before, he has no memory of the doctor at all, and has no idea what the doctor did before.

If the doctor had an identity before this world... what about the clown?What about missionaries?

Could it be that they are all great villains that existed in ancient times?

Nasir wanted to inquire about the composition of the system.

"I'm here today for business." After thinking about it, Syl still spoke about the entrustment. "Where's your daughter? Barlow Bwonsamdi."

When addressing a nobleman, he must carry his surname, this is still clear to Syl.

"Oh no no no, Ms. Silver Crow, you can call me Barlow, or little Barlow." Barlow looked flattered.

"Ah, this..." Syl was stunned for a moment.She looked at the man who was almost three times her age in front of her, lowering her seniority in front of her, and felt a little absurd.

"The little girl is resting upstairs...Since this incident happened, she has hardly come out of the room, and she has been thinking of dying all day long... Fortunately, Lord Silver Crow, you have appeared , you must be the savior of our Bwonsamdi family! And you will save the blood of our family again!" Barlow became more and more excited as he spoke, and almost stood up directly.

Syl understood, though.

Think about it in your own shoes. If Searle grew up listening to the legends told by his great-grandfather and looking at the beautiful sister hanging in his house every day, it would be hard not to think of the deeds of this beautiful sister and the help to his family. Create a sense of admiration.

And this person who was deeply admired in his heart suddenly appeared in reality, and the impact was very huge.

It's like the paper man you hang at home every day suddenly appeared in front of you - I mean the statue of Guan Gong or something.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk-"

The sudden knock on the door of the restaurant interrupted Barlow's singing, causing Barlow to look towards the door annoyed.

The butler walked in with his head slightly lowered, couldn't help but glanced at Searle, and walked quickly to Barlow's side.

"Master Bwonsamdi." The butler bent slightly and whispered in Barlow's ear, "His Royal Highness is here again."

Hearing this, Barlow asked:

"Uh... Your Highness came to see Pei Er again?"

"Yes, sir."

"That would be great, bring Your Highness here, and let me introduce Lord Silver Crow to her." Barlow said with a smile, "Tell Your Highness that Pei'er will be cured soon, and that Pei'er will be able to be with her again soon." Let's go hunting together."

After Barlow finished speaking, he turned slightly sideways and explained to Searle:

"The princess and my daughter Pei'er have been playmates since childhood. Since Pei'er had an accident, the princess and I have searched for many ways, but none of them can make Pei'er recover."

Syl nodded.

It seems that the background of Baro Bwonsamdi is far bigger than I imagined.His daughter can actually become the childhood playmate of the princess, which is not something everyone can do.

"I'm going to see Pei'er, master..." the housekeeper hesitated for a while, then continued, "But she brought a person with supernatural ability who is said to be able to cure Miss... "

"Huh?" Barlow stood up immediately, "Is there such a thing?"

"Yes . . . they are already heading upstairs."

"This..." Barlow was dumbfounded for a while, but he didn't expect this development. He turned his head in a daze and looked at Syl, "Master Silver Crow..."

"I'm done eating, let's go up and see the patient first." Syl wanted to leave the restaurant a long time ago, and using this excuse, he directly proposed to meet Barlow's daughter.