System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

"pass......"

"I advise you not to transform ^^"

The systematic words interrupted Seale's thoughts of becoming a missionary.

"What's going on, system?" Syl quickly asked inwardly.

Because she could obviously recall that after she arrived at the outskirts of Stan City, the extraordinary ability in her body was rapidly disappearing, and she unconsciously walked towards Stan City.

This feeling...is weird, like turning into an ordinary person who doesn't know supernatural abilities at all, entering the city like an ordinary person.

At least during that time just now, Syl didn't recall anything about extraordinary abilities at all.

"Congratulations, you may have found what you were looking for ^^"

"What do you mean? You mean the favored one?" Syl, who had recovered his memory, quickly asked the system in his heart.

"Son, heir of the evil god. You have stepped into his "domain""

"'Field'?" Syl frowned slightly.

"Perhaps you can explain it more clearly...you can understand it as an inherent enchantment, which is inherent and involves the power of rules."

"The power of rules...?" Searle said silently in his heart.

She is no stranger to this, and she has similar powers.

Such as manipulating time, such as controlling balance.These are the abilities bestowed by the witch.

"Then can I leave here?" Syl asked the system in his heart.

"Of course no problem, come and go freely, the "field" will not bind you"

"But after you leave here, you will forget the experience inside again. When you come in from the outside full of doubts, you become an ordinary person again."

Syl suddenly remembered the information he saw just now.

The itinerary record on the intelligence did not record anything about the extraordinary battle at all, but only mentioned the strange black mist.

And the investigator of the report used photos instead of "magic engraving".The investigator also forgot about the fact of the extraordinary ability.

No, it was erased by the "domain".

Syl took a deep breath and felt a chill down his spine as he looked at the crowded street in front of him.

If I hadn't come here in person and hadn't been reminded by the system, I would never have known that there was a "field" in Stan City.

Others didn't have a systematic reminder, even if it was a half-myth, it would also end in forgetting.

And that heir was mixed among ordinary people, hiding, waiting for the opportunity to break his shell.

Syl looked at the gravel road in front of him.

Beggars rummaging through garbage, children chasing and playing, detectives on patrol, prostitutes in alleys, coal workers covered in black and ash, upper-class people in carriages...

Everyone is an ordinary person, but any one of them may be the hidden heir of the evil god who bred powerful energy.

what is this?A werewolf killing in the whole city?

"How about I say let's leave first, let the marshal shoot this city."

"It's only a few hundred thousand people who died, it's a good deal to be able to kill a child of the evil god^^"

"How long will it take for him to conceive?" Syl asked calmly in his heart.

"January? One year? Ten years? Who knows, there is no shortage of time for longevity."

"How many seconds did it take for my ability to go from full bloom to disappearing just now?"

"24 seconds"

"enough."

Sil said in a low voice.

"I'll leave three seconds for the missionary to teleport, and plenty of time to find this... peek-a-boo kid."

Syl muttered as he walked towards the street until his figure disappeared into the crowd.

"I'll bet two raffle chances that you won't find him"

"Can I take this as a mission?"

"It can be calculated like this ^^_"

Stan City, the famous crime capital of the Sacred Empire, has a new "ordinary person" here today.

But unlike other ordinary people, she still has 165 seconds of extraordinary ability to use.

These 165 seconds determine the survival of the city.

And the lives of all the "ordinary people" in this city, no matter whether they were extraordinary or priests, are in her hands.

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PS:

Mentally handicapped link——

[1. "Show the time on the hour!" My friend from Northeast China bought a few clocks while talking. 】

【2. Why do Italians use a kind of pasta to name their country? 】

【3. After successfully arresting the policeman, Officer Wang shouted excitedly: "Now you are the policeman!"】

good night~

Chapter 399 Chapter 360 A City Controlled by Gangsters (4000 word chapter)

"very good!"

"Maybe I can give you some helpful information. The owner of the "Realm" will also be bound by the rules of the "Realm", unless he closes the "Realm" himself."

After hearing this, Searle stopped in an instant when he was advancing.

That heir of the evil god will also be restricted by his own rules in the domain?

In other words, the current heir is the same as everyone in the field, without extraordinary abilities?

Now the solution to the problem becomes clear.

"What if I kill him before the domain is closed?" Syl asked inwardly.

"Then he will die"

will die......

It seems that domain is not a panacea...

However, if it develops according to the predetermined trajectory, it is absolutely impossible for Searle to find the heir of the evil god in his own domain.

After all, no one else has a system that can wake her from the realm like Syl.

If that heir doesn't have extraordinary abilities, the way of solving the problem will change...

What would I do if I were the heir and wanted to hide here until the gestation was over?

Syl raised his head and began to look around at the gravel road that was three carriages wide in front of him.

I will send people to monitor all the entrances, pay close attention to all the people who come in and go out, and then hide deep behind the scenes.

Pedestrians on the road actually looked towards Syl, which actually made Syl more difficult to find.

My clothes seem to be too high-profile... At first glance, it looks like a senior member of the church.

Fortunately, I came here with a mask, and observers without supernatural abilities could not see my face through it.

Otherwise, Syl would have been recognized as a saint the moment she entered the city.

A chubby police detective, a tall, thin man wearing a newsboy cap, and two curious children.

Quickly memorizing the appearances of several people looking at him, Syl lowered his head and continued walking towards the city.

Stan City is obviously not as prosperous as Suramar, and the streets are full of pungent odors.

Just now, Searle saw a woman coming out of the house with a urinal in her hand, and fell straight down on the gravel road in front of the door, which made Searle frown.

Dirty and messy, this is Searle's first impression of the city.

Syl turned into a dark alley and began to check the things he was carrying.

The medicine and the sous pound in the spirit storage cage must not be taken out.

Now Searle has no money on him, except for a pair of glasses that have lost their function and a valuable pocket watch.

Do you want to visit the Goddess of Hope Church in Stan City?

No...can't.

Searle is not aware of the situation inside Stan City, nor does he know whether the heir has placed people in the Church of the Goddess of Hope.

If the inner ghost informer knows that the Holy Maiden of Hope has come here, the heir who is on guard will not be so easy to deal with.

While Syl was walking and thinking, a girl turned around the corner in front of the alley.

When the ragged girl saw Syl, her pupils shrank obviously, and then quickly stepped back, lowering her head and not daring to look at Syl or block her way.

But Syl stopped, and after looking at the girl for a while, he walked towards her with his legs open.

"You seem to be afraid of me?" Syl looked at her and asked.

Hearing the pleasant voice in front of her, the girl obviously became more nervous.

"Hold... I'm sorry, sir, I didn't appear on your way on purpose... Please don't catch me." The girl took a few steps back, almost pleading.

She speaks the common language?

This scene made Syl immediately think of the city of Suramar at the beginning.

At that time, the city of Suramar was also like this. When the poor saw the rich and powerful, they had to back away like dogs with their tails between their legs, otherwise the corpses would be floating on the canal tonight.