System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

As if feeling some weight in his hand, Syl looked down and saw the bag of materials in his hand.

"I almost forgot, the material is still in the hands of the clown..." The corner of Syl's mouth curled up helplessly, and he slightly threw the cloth bag in his hand into the air, "Doctor."

By the time the cloth bag fell, the doctor had already reached out and grabbed the cloth bag firmly, and then Searle turned back into a clown again.

"It's really troublesome to have no place to store things... Are you looking for a temporary residence?"

While Syl was thinking, she walked towards the front. The episode just now made her less excited than at the beginning.

The main reason is that the clown feels that due to the materials in his hands, the originally elegant and handsome appearance does not look so handsome, so he feels a little depressed.

Looking at the chunky figure that was about to disappear into the depths of the alley in front of him, Searle temporarily decided to let him take the blame, although no one saw the clown's failure to play handsome.

The short and fat man in front, whom Edward called Mike with a big beard, didn't seem to notice that he was following a person behind him, and he was still complacent about getting a huge sum of money.

At this time Mike was stopping at a house in front of him, took out the key, and seemed to want to open the door and enter.

The place where he lived was not much better than Edward's, and it seemed that his life was not satisfactory.

It is a person who is equally poor and should be in a group to help each other.After he obtained some small rights, he acted as a minion, continuously amplifying his own evil desires, and driving the poor who were also in poverty to a dead end.

Searle, who was speeding up his pace, suddenly had an unstoppable thought in his head—newspapers, the clown must continue reading.

The clown appeared in the newspaper yesterday, and gained a certain degree of popularity in Suramar, and he is also a positive image like "the mysterious person who took away the secret sacrifices of the cultists"... Although it is described by the church as dangerous and terrifying Needs to be reported, but at least people still think she's good.

To become a qualified riot leader, the first and most important thing is to let others know you.

And newspapers are a very good medium for the public to recognize clowns.

It's just that the methods used by the clown may be somewhat bloody.

After determining her goal, Searle no longer had any worries. She walked to the door of the house that the bearded Mike had just entered, and used her cane to hold the door that was about to close.

"Fuck... who is it!" Mike felt the resistance of closing the door, and slammed the door open, "Who is so bold?"

But when he looked up and saw the tall and thin woman in front of him, he was stunned.

She is very well dressed, and her cane is very finely crafted...this may be a nobleman or a wealthy person.

But before Mike confessed and apologized, Seale raised his long legs and kicked Mike in the stomach, kicking him into the house.

"I'm an artist. To be precise, it's the art of the human body and emotions." Searle stepped into the door with a smile, hooked the doorknob with his cane, and closed the door slowly, "When I saw you just now , I thought of a look that suits you very well, you will definitely like it, I promise you."

"Ugh..." Mike curled up in pain on the ground, clutching the place where he was kicked just now and retching, unable to say a word.

Searle no longer cared about Mike lying on the ground, but wandered around the house slowly, as if looking for something.

"Bastard... bitch... I'll tell Mr. Lawrence... he'll make the decision for me..." Mike, who was recovering from his nerves, stepped back He spoke while cursing the woman in front of him.

"Hmm... don't you have a paintbrush at home? Yes, it's unlikely to have... Look what I found? A brush." ​​A brush for painting was taken by Seale stand up.

"Oh, by the way, take out the 10 sous." Syl seemed to remember something, and said while throwing the brush in his hand, "That's my money."

"Why did you steal my money?"

This familiar question pierced into Mike's chest like a sharp knife, making Mike, who robbed other people's money, humiliated as if he was stripped naked and hung outside.

"You bitch! You want to help him get ahead, right?" Mike seemed to have retreated to a position he thought was appropriate. He stood up, picked up a knife from the table next to him, pointed at Searle and yelled, "It's just that I feel pity for them, so I reluctantly accept the 10 sous!"

"To be honest, if it wasn't for the 10 sous, I would have sold Lina to the 'dark alley' a long time ago. Who would have known that her good-for-nothing brother was so lucky to survive."

"But now that I have the ten sous, I won't think about it for the time being. This is ransom money? Do you understand? Redemption money!"

"Oh." Syl nodded expressionlessly. She looked at the man in front of her who was already incoherent due to nervousness, and asked, "Is this your acceptance speech?"

"Award? I won your mother's award!" Mike roared angrily, raised his hand and threw the knife in his hand towards the woman in front of him.

He was a good dart thrower in the tavern, and he was very confident in his technique.

After throwing the knife, he picked up another fork from the dining table and rushed towards Searle.

"Why don't you understand? You will be widely circulated as a work of art." Searle just stretched out his hand, clamping the table knife with his index and middle fingers, and said helplessly, "It may be hundreds of years later. Someone pays homage - through the newspapers."

In the next second, Syl flicked the hand holding the knife, and the knife shot out quickly, piercing Mike's heart precisely.

"Uh uh, I made a mistake," Syl covered his mouth with a look of surprise, "I won't be able to watch the good show on your face for long."

After finishing speaking, Seale trotted to Mike, who had fallen on his back, as if he was in a hurry to watch the excitement, and squatted aside to watch him.

Mike, whose heart was pierced, did not die. He looked at the smiling Searle in horror, his throat was filled with blood and made a "gulp" sound.

"That's right, that's the expression, can you act that one again? Yes, that's the expression of unwillingness, fear, and despair! Hahahahaha!!!"

Like an inspired artist, Seale held a brush in his right hand, inserted it into the crack in Mike's chest, dipped in the blood, and then raised it to Mike's face to write.

"I'll give you a big smile first, yes...that's the expression, wait, I'll go and see if you still have flour at home...Yes, you are quite rich. "

After 10 minutes, Seale left Mike's room, leaving behind a frightened corpse with a clown mask painted on its face with blood and white flour.

On the ground beside it, there was also a smiling face drawn with blood, and there was a signature on it.

--clown.

Chapter 74 Chapter 72 The encounter between the saint and the little monster (2/3)

After walking out of the alley, Syl looked at the white gloves that had been stained with a little blood, looking distressed.

It seems that these gloves are designated to be unacceptable, so I can only buy another pair for the clown next time.

After observing the surroundings, Searle clamped the 10 sous pounds collected from Mike's house on the door of a nearby resident, and turned back into the original body.

"Fusion progress 1%? Is this the only increase?" Syl frowned slightly as he looked at the progress increase prompted by the system.

It seems that it is not an easy task to increase the fusion degree of the clown card from blue to purple.At least it was much harder than raising her from white to blue.

Walking out of the alley and returning to the position just now, Searle found that Edward had stood up at some point, and seemed about to walk towards the house in a daze.

"Hey, kid." Syl waved his hand in Edward's direction and smiled, "I'll help you get back."

"Huh?" Edward suddenly turned his head when he heard the voice, and saw Syl, who was still bright in the gloomy sunlight, and the 10 sous pounds waving in her hand.

"I told him that I'm a member of the church, and he didn't dare to say anything after seeing it given to you by someone else." Syl smiled and handed out the 10 sous. "Be sure to keep it safe next time."

Edward looked at the girl with an angelic smile in front of him and the 10 sous in her hand, his nose felt sore.

Compared with the previous two well-wishers, Edward felt that this one was the real angel, and she still hoped that the Goddess would teach her.

"Thank you, thank you." Edward fell to his knees directly on the ground.

The 10 sous was too important to him. It was the hope that his younger sister could go to school well and get out of Ibiza to become a decent person with a decent job.

Searle dexterously jumped to the side, avoiding Edward's face, and did not "eat" this kneeling.

"All of this is the guidance of the goddess. May the goddess bless you," Syl said with a smile as he bowed to the goddess of hope.

After finishing speaking, Searle waved his hand, took out his glasses and wiped them while walking.When she put on her glasses, Edward, who was still in a daze, came back to his senses.

"I...why am I kneeling here?" Edward looked at the 10 sous pounds in his hand, stood up slowly, and muttered to himself, "just now... there seems to be a Goddess of Hope The nun, helped me get back 10 sous..."

It's just that no matter how Edward recalled, he couldn't remember her appearance, but Edward was sure that she must be an angel sent by the goddess.

Edward stuffed 10 quid into the inner pocket of his clothes, tightened his clothes, and prepared to walk towards the residence of the old lady Joanna. He planned to deposit the 10 quid with the kind landlady as a way to support her My sister's pension and tuition fees.

Now Edward knows that he can't keep the money, and he also has a faint feeling that he may not live long enough for his sister to go to college.

Even if Mike came to the door again after the nun left and was beaten to death, Edward would not be able to tell where the money was.

Edward ran quickly towards Joanna's house until he met a tall, thin man in a leather jacket and a deerstalker hat at the entrance of the alley.

"Son, I want to ask you something." The man stopped Edward from running.

After hesitating for a moment, Edward glanced left and right, but stopped. He looked at the man in front of him and asked, "What's the matter, sir?"

Edward knew that this kind of attire was usually the pastors of the Church of Generosity and Wisdom, and they also represented kindness and safety. Like the name of the church, they were usually very generous.

"Inquire." The man took out a shilling from his pocket, flicked it into the air, caught it, and handed it to Edward. "Have you seen anyone with green hair recently?"

"People with green hair?" Edward took a step back almost subconsciously.

When the man said the adjective green hair, a heroic and beautiful face appeared in Edward's mind. It was a very tall and beautiful woman, and she was also the benefactor who awakened him.

"Sorry sir, I don't know her." Edward lowered his head and hurriedly passed the man, without even looking at the 1 shilling coin.

Unbeknownst to Edward, his unusual behavior caught the attention of the investigator in front of him.

The boy said... her?

This is information that the Church of Generosity and Wisdom has not leaked, and even the descriptions in the newspapers are deliberately guided in the direction of handsome appearance.

And this dirty boy refused 1 shilling coin, which is the average weekly salary in the Ibiza area, although it is only enough to eat black bread for a week, rent a broken room...but which Would the people of Ibiza refuse such a generous offer?

Almost all the people in Ibiza work in the factory at this point. Did this boy not go because of his disability?

Almost subconsciously, the investigator followed the strange bandaged boy in front of him, and snapped his fingers without snapping.

A green spark, which can only be seen with his spirit vision, jumped out from his fingertips, flew into the air, and exploded suddenly.

And Syl, who was walking towards the west side of Ibiza, had no idea that the clown's clues had been leaked from Edward's mouth after he left.

Now Searle, the closer he was to the West End, the more prying eyes would be on him.After all, the sacrifice took place in the west district, and the security in the west district was stricter than that in the south district, which is indeed normal.

It seems that there are only a few streets leading to the outside area in the southern area, which will be guarded by investigators. It is no wonder that the investigators were not seen on Bull Street just now. After all, it is only a small street and does not lead to other areas. thoroughfare.

Just for some reason, Searle saw investigators in twos and threes starting to walk in the opposite direction to him, as if they were gathering.

"What happened?" Seeing their movements, Syl felt something was wrong.

You won't find the "painting" left by the clown so soon, will you?

"Pasha, you only have the first level, stay where you are, let's go and have a look." There was also a whisper from Syl's side, as if none of them activated their spiritual vision and noticed Syl.

"Okay, then you go." A slightly familiar female voice came from beside her.

Syl wore a black hood on his head, and his field of vision was somewhat limited, so he could only turn his head to see it.

But as soon as she turned her head, she met someone's eyes. The eyes of Syl and the girl named Pasha were obviously on the same line.

"His Royal Highness the Holy Maiden?" Pasha exclaimed in a low voice, and took a step back, as if she didn't expect the Holy Maiden to suddenly appear beside her.

She tripped over a rock and lost her balance and fell backwards, but a hand grabbed her arm and pulled her back.

"I hope the goddess will bless you." Syl said with a smile.

At the same time, Pasha's voice coincided with a figure.