System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

Looking at Syl's back in front of her, the girl trembled in her heart.

Although she was blocked by a mask just now, her method of killing people is really too understatement...

It's like killing countless people, efficient, concise, and not sloppy at all.

She didn't seem to care at all about the blood on her hands, and now the girl was only worried that the blood in front of her would be discovered.

If I had known at that time, I would have given her a set of black clothes... The girl just wanted to give her the best set, but she didn't expect her to be so violent.

"Well!"

Just as the girl was thinking wildly, Syl suddenly stopped in front of her for some unknown reason.

The girl couldn't dodge in time, and bumped into the back of Searle's head. The two were about the same height. This collision not only caused the girl's nose to ache sharply, but also smelled a nice hair fragrance and a trace of milky body fragrance.

nice smell...

Soon, the girl came back to her senses, took two small steps back, and looked at Syl in front of her.

I saw Syl turned back to look at the girl, and the girl noticed that Syl's original pure white mask with gold threads, after being splashed with blood and wiped off, was already covered with a few streaks of indelible light red, giving the originally noble and beautiful The mask took on a hint of blood.

"Do you know where the residence of the Carrie family of the Razor Party is located?" Syl looked at the girl and asked.

"Are... huh?" The girl subconsciously wanted to answer, but quickly realized, "Are you crazy?!"

The girl realized that she was getting too emotional, she approached Syl, and lowered her voice: "What are you going to do with the leader of the Razor Party...they are all murderous monsters! If you let them know that you killed one of their members just now, we both have to play!"

The girl is not alarmist, it is the truth.

The brutality of the Razor Party is beyond the imagination of outsiders. They will even be provoked because of family members walking, and they will burn the whole family alive in the street with oil drums.

According to the Razor Party themselves, this behavior is to maintain "reputation".

They just want to use this reputation of "return ten times more" to make others fear them, so that they dare not refuse to pay protection fees and provoke their members.

"Although I didn't say it just now, you...are a member of the Goddess of Hope, right? On the white robe you gave me just now, there is the emblem of the Goddess of Hope." The girl looked at Syl, carefully said:

"Miss Nun... This is not outside. I hope that the Goddess Cult has already been expelled from here. This is also done by the Razor Party. It is the most recent thing..."

The Church of the Goddess of Hope was expelled from Stan City?

Syl was not surprised by this statement.

According to the code of conduct of the Goddess of Hope, it must be troublesome for the Razor Party everywhere.

When there were extraordinary people before, the Razor Party did not dare to do anything to the Goddess of Hope, and the Goddess of Hope is slowly pulling Stan City back on track.

However, since the black mist fell, the sons simultaneously covered the territory to Stan City.The Goddess of Hope, who has lost his extraordinary ability, is naturally no match for the Razor Party who is licking blood at the tip of a knife.

As for why he didn't directly wipe out this gangster when there were extraordinary people, Searle knew without thinking, it must be because he was afraid that the remnants of the Razor Party would launch crazy revenge on ordinary people and nuns without extraordinary abilities.

Under the current circumstances, the girl regarded Syl as the kind of nun who was dedicated to carrying out the teachings and wanted to come to Stan City to change the status quo and regain the status of the Goddess of Hope in the city of Stan.

But obviously, she was wrong, Syl was not that kind of stunned young man.

"You just need to answer my question." Syl turned sideways, pointed to the front and asked, "Maybe you can lead the way directly."

Hearing that she had to lead the way by herself, the girl's legs were going to be weak.

"By the way... I noticed just now that the member of the Razor Party speaks the Common Language." The expression under Syl's mask showed a slight smile, "Do other members of the Razor Party speak the Common Language? ?”

"Ah...well...the Jiali family is not from the Sacred Empire, but a foreign family. They all use the common language internally, and all the younger brothers they recruit understand the common language. ..." The girl didn't dare to go forward, so she had to answer Syl's question first.

"Yeah." Syl nodded, "Then you don't need to translate."

As long as you ask anyone wearing a newsboy hat on the street, if you can speak the common language, you are basically a razor party.

Ordinary civilians don't have the time to master another foreign language.

It's just that after the girl heard Syl's plain words, her body stiffened instantly.

No... don't need me to translate... what do you mean?

"By the way, you just said that I am a member of Goddess of Hope, right?" Syl took a step towards the girl, "I hope you can forget this forever..."

"Don't...don't!" The girl took a step back trembling, and said in a crying voice, "I can show you the way, miss!"

Reminiscent of Syl's act of killing a person without blinking an eye just now, the girl decided in her heart that the beautiful woman in front of her wanted to silence her.

She may have come to carry out some special mission, and I happened to see through her identity accidentally, she will definitely kill me...

"Oh?" Syl originally wanted to escort the girl back, after all, this street is not peaceful.

However, the girl's attitude changed suddenly, which was a good thing for Syl, as it saved him the time of torturing the Razor Party and finding someone to lead the way.

After all, Searle's body is just that of an ordinary person, and facing the thugs of the Razor Party, he may have to spend a precious second of his extraordinary ability to deal with it.

Now the girl's attitude has changed 180 degrees, and things are easier to handle.

"Lead the way." Syl patted the girl's shoulder and said, "Don't worry, I will protect you."

"I...I understand..." The girl showed a smile that was uglier than crying, and walked forward slowly with her shoulders shrunk.

"By the way, I haven't asked your name yet. What's your name?" In order to forget the stench penetrating into the tip of his nose through the gap of the mask, Searle started asking some questions casually.

"My name is Miss Carmen..." The girl replied in a low voice while walking cautiously.

"My name is Swanepoel." Searle also politely reported a fake name.

Of course, it was only a half fake, after all, it was a surname borrowed from Ashara, how could it be said that it was borrowed for family matters.

Maybe I really need to add Swanepoel to my name in the future.

"Okay...Miss Swanepoel..." Carmen fell silent after replying this sentence, not daring to say anything else.

Syl did not continue to ask questions, but began to think about finding the heir.

If he found the hidden sister of the Jiali family, Syl would be sure to kill her the moment he saw her.

But what if she isn't?

Would you rather kill by mistake than let it go?

This question only stayed in Searle's mind for a second, and he quickly made a decision.

Yes, I would rather kill by mistake than let it go.

Considering hundreds of thousands or even millions of lives in the entire world as a premise, Searle must make this move.

Ordinary moral judgment standards are not suitable for troubled times, let alone the end of the world. Searle may blame himself for his wrong judgment afterwards, but this will not limit Searle's actions.

Perhaps it was because of the blood left on Searle's clothes, or the newsboy hat Searle was wearing on his head, but there were no drunks to provoke trouble along the way.

Even in some particularly chaotic places, when people see the black newsboy hat on Searle's head, they will still go around and avoid it, lest they cause trouble.

Finally, at an intersection, Carmen stopped and turned to look at Syl.

"The Black Iron Bar in front is the bar where members of the Razor Party often gather... A little further ahead of the bar is the horse racing venue controlled by the Carrie family..." Carmen's face There seemed to be some hesitation.

"Is there a problem?" Syl asked, looking at Carmen.

"The Razor Party is a family gang... Unlike just now, even if you wear a hat, they can recognize that you are not a member of the Razor Party..." Carmen reminded in a low voice.

It seems that Carmen is very worried that Seale will be exposed by members of the Razor Party before crossing the Black Iron Bar, and then tortured and besieged.

There are at least thirty or forty members of the Razor Party entrenched in the Black Iron Bar and its surroundings. No matter how strong Miss Swanepoel's killing skills are, she can't resist so many Razor Party members.

Not to mention they still have guns.

Once the gun is drawn, Miss Swanepoel has no chance of winning at all.

"Why don't you just forget it...Miss Swanepoel, they all have guns..." Since meeting Syl, Carmen's crying has never stopped.

After all, what I have experienced now is too risky. Carmen has never tried to walk from the outer city to the factory area alone before. Recalling the razor party described in the news, Carmen has the idea of ​​​​retiring.

"Can you go back by yourself?" Syl took off the newsboy hat on his head and threw it in Carmen's direction while talking. "Put this on and burn the hat when you go back."

"But you..." After catching the hat, Carmen wanted to continue persuading Syl, but after hesitating for a while, she closed her mouth, obediently took off the round hat, and put on a sewn one. Razor's Newsboy Cap.

"May...bless you." Carmen lowered her head after saying this in a low voice, and trotted back the same way.

Fortunately, Carmen still abided by the agreement and did not say the word "Hope Goddess", otherwise Syl would start thinking about whether to let her go.

When Carmen's figure completely disappeared from the field of vision, Syl turned around and looked at the dark road in front of him again.

In front of the originally spacious road, there is a building that protrudes halfway across, with a signboard that reads Black Iron Bar.

The black iron bar blocked half of the road, with a glimpse of illegal buildings.It was brightly lit inside, and there were a few Razor Party members in newsboy caps chatting outside.

And a little behind this bar, that is, at the end of the street, Searle saw the words "Kari Horse Racing" in the lingua franca of the mainland.

After confirming the location of the racetrack, Seale turned his gaze back to the direction of the Black Iron Bar.

At this time, several members of the Razor Party standing outside the Black Iron Bar had noticed Searle who had been standing on the street for a long time.

After they looked at each other, they walked towards Syl.

"Hey, little guy, this is not a place for you to come." The leader of the Razor Party member was not drunk, he noticed Syl's demeanor and fair skin that were different from the poor, waved his hand, and prepared Drive Syl out.

But he was using the Sacred language, which Searle couldn't understand.

Although the Razor Party did all kinds of evil in the local area, they did not dare to do anything to the nobles.

They can treat the nobles as dogs and waste the lives of the poor, but they cannot anger the nobles.

The sense of honor of the nobles is much stronger than them, and they care less about the lives of the poor than they do. They are not as easy to handle as the Goddess of Hope.

"Hello?" Syl didn't back away, but asked curiously in Common Tongue, "I just want to go to the Black Iron Bar for a drink."

The leading member of the Razor Party was not surprised that Searle knew the common language, but Searle used the common language, which deepened his guess.

This masked chick is definitely the daughter of a nobleman who sneaked out to play, and she must not be provoked.

"Of course, the visitor is a guest...but at least not today." The leading member of the Razor Party shrugged, took out a cigarette, and said with a smile while lighting the fire with a match, "The Black Iron Bar is holding a birthday party, no customers."

"Oh... It's such a grand occasion, I think it's full of people." Syl nodded and said curiously, "Are you a member of the Jiali family?"

"Of course, it's Miss Harissa... Cough cough, sorry, please leave, the Black Iron Bar is closed tonight."

Originally, the member of the Razor Party was still talking leisurely, smoking a cigarette, but after blurting out a name, his face immediately changed, and he began to urge Searle to leave quickly.

Harissa...

"Harisa Carrie?"

Searle probed.

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