System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

She could no longer care about Syl, and rushed out alone, leaving only one sentence for Syl: "Hemei is waiting for me here."

Searle watched Jane run out of the door, and Searle stayed alone in the room quietly until May came in.

"Uh...Goddess of Justice..." Mei who came in was obviously frightened, she stammered, "Jane...His Royal Highness Jane asked me to notify the police to dispose of the body ..."

"May," Searle stood up and showed the letter in his hand to May, "can't this be used as evidence to convict Frank?"

"Alas... this may just be what he ordered his servants or hired some gangsters to do. He can get away with it." Mei looked at the letter, then at the corpse, and sighed, "There is no external injury." , considered suicide at most.”

The original Syl still had some illusions about the laws formulated by the Goddess of Justice, but now they are disillusioned.

It's a law full of loopholes...

Syl sighed slightly inwardly, and then he was relieved.After all, there are still loopholes in such a perfect law in modern times, let alone this era.

"Don't we really need to follow Jane?" Searle asked silently, obviously depressed.

"His Royal Highness Jane is the same as you. She has the archbishop's protective spell, so she doesn't need to worry about His Highness's safety." Mei's mood was also a bit wrong, and she felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

After waiting for about 10 minutes, the police detectives arrived and sealed off the scene. Just by taking a look, the lead detective had already confirmed the cause of death.

"Suicide, hey, suicide again."

Almost all the police officers who came in intentionally or unintentionally ignored the letter in William's hand that Circe returned.

It was just the death of a sewer rat, and they didn't want to spend too much energy searching for the causes and consequences.

When the detectives began to disperse the onlookers, Mei and Searle were also invited out. As the first witnesses, the detectives didn't even bother to ask.

Searle and May stood by the roadside, watching the police detectives close at the speed of light, Searle said lightly:

"Ibiza sucks..."

Mei also sighed softly:

"Ibiza is controlled by the factory owner, and the factory owner is supported by Baron Bwonsamdi. It is almost impossible to change the status quo."

"Indeed." Syl nodded and said nothing.

She also knew that the final master was not Bwonsamdi, but someone else.

Syl took off his glasses, simply wiped them with his sleeve robe, and then put them back on.

The two stood silently on the side of the road like this, and Jane came back when Seale was cleaning his glasses for the second time.

The burgundy curly hair was scattered behind her, and the headband was lost somewhere in the process of her running. Jane walked towards Syl and the others expressionlessly, every step seemed to use up all the strength in her body.

"Two are dead and three are missing. They must have escaped from Suramar." Jane's expression was a bit bitter. "It's fine if they run away, at least they're still alive."

"Then aren't we going to Frank's today?" Seale asked.

"How can we go when all the witnesses are dead?" Just after Jane finished speaking, she realized that she was venting her anger on Searle, took a deep breath, lowered her head and said in a dejected way, "I'm sorry, little Searle, I only......"

"It's okay, I can understand you," Searle reached out and patted Jane's shoulder, "There will always be a way out."

As Searle said, a little light appeared on the right hand on Jane's shoulder, but before the skill started to take effect, Searle felt that his mental power was emptied instantly, and the light in his hand also dissipated.

"Thank you for your kindness, little Sear," Jane's voice was a little low, "Let me continue to savor the anger and unwillingness now, and I will repay it to Frank in double."

"I'm sorry little Searle, I may not be able to accompany you in the future," Jane looked at Searle apologetically and said, "I have to do something with Mei later."

"Continue to find evidence of Frank's atrocities?" Seale asked.

Hearing Syl's question, Jane was silent, in fact, she didn't know what to do now.

Just when Jane was at a loss, she heard Searle speak again.

"Jane, maybe there is another way," Searle looked at Jane with a smile and asked, "Can you get in touch with the newspaper?"

"Newspaper?" Jane looked puzzled, but she still replied, "It's not impossible."

"We can publish this matter in the newspaper," Searle said, taking out the letter from his pocket and waving it.

"But it's useless, it can't be used as evidence..." Jane shook her head and said helplessly, "It's a pity if you want to ruin that factory owner... People in Ibiza will pay attention to this kind of news, and Frank's own evil deeds are known to everyone in Ibiza."

"This has no other effect except to arouse public anger in Ibiza." May reminded from the side.

"No, I don't mean to ruin him, nor do I want to use this as evidence." Searle shook his head, and handed the envelope to Jane, "I want to let the clown know about it."

"...clown?" Jane thought of yesterday's news, her expression was a little tangled and hesitant.

But Mei, who was on the side, directly took the envelope for Jane:

"I'll pass it on to the newspaper."

"The holy medicine Her Highness Jane is digesting now does not support her doing such a thing."

"I can do it for you."

The anger in Mei's heart seemed to be not small.

Chapter 83 Chapter 81 The second stage of the holy medicine, and the death of Flack (3/3)

After declining the carriage and saying goodbye to the two, Syl walked towards the Holy See of the Goddess of Hope in Bailuolan District alone.

Rather than returning to the Holy See quickly in a carriage, Syl now wants to take a walk to adjust his mood, so as not to make a mistake in taking the holy medicine later.

After handing the envelope to May, Searle said that he wanted to use the clown's knife to kill people, but in fact Searle's heart was to use the power of the newspaper to create another wave of momentum for the clown.

When this incident is reported and the people of Ibiza are excited, the clown will appear and end with the torture and killing of Frank.

This is a plot that is so cool that it can't be any more cool, and it can't be relieved anymore. Through the foreshadowing of these few things, the clown must have accumulated enough fame in the Ibiza district.

And the next step is to wait for May to publish the matter in the newspaper, and then Seale will use Frank's blood to ignite Ibiza's worship of clowns.

Seale has begun to look forward to what will happen next.

But before that, Syl had one more thing to do, and that was to take the second bottle of holy medicine of [Lamb].

As the sky gradually turned yellowish, Syl returned to the gate of the Holy See.

Taking off her glasses, Syl passed through the guards who greeted her and walked into the Holy See.

Since it was still working hours, the Holy See was busy and orderly. Everyone put down their work and said hello after seeing Syl.

Syl responded with a smile on his face.It may be because the news of Syl's return spread, and soon, Annie ran downstairs in a hurry and found Syl.

"Your Highness, you are back," Anne looked a little out of breath, she looked at Syl and asked, "Have you had dinner, Your Highness?"

Because Syl came back when it was almost dinner time, if Syl hadn't eaten yet, Anne would have to quickly ask the kitchen staff to speed up the preparation of food.

"Not yet, let's eat together later." Syl said with a smile, and then asked curiously, "Have you seen Archbishop Ashara?"

"Archbishop Ashara?" Annie tilted her head and thought for a while, then said, "It seems that she entered Your Highness's room this morning, and she seems to have never come out."

"Oh?" Syl probably knew that maybe Ashara was waiting for him.

After all, Ashara told herself yesterday and the day before yesterday that she was going to be promoted, and she was probably waiting to give herself the holy medicine.

It's just that Searle didn't expect that Ashara had waited so long. Didn't Archbishop Ashara have other things to do?

After watching Anne run to the dining room, Searle started to go upstairs, towards his room.

Originally, Syl was going to knock on the door, but when he thought about why he had to knock on the door when entering his room, he pushed the door and walked in.

As soon as he entered, Syl saw Ashara sitting at the round table, who seemed to be resting with her eyes closed.

"Bishop Ashara?" Syl closed the door and walked in the direction of Ashara, "I'm back."

Hearing Syl's call, Ashara slightly opened her eyes. She squinted her eyes to look at Syl, and asked, "Why did you come back so early today?"

Syl sat across from Ashara and explained:

"I made a friend today. She said that I had finished digesting the holy medicine, so I wanted to come back early to drink the next one."

"Friend?" Hearing this, Ashara seemed a little interested.

"Well, it seems to be the saint of the Goddess of Justice." After thinking for a while, Syl added, "And the nun who follows her, Mei."

"Oh, justice." Ashara nodded, as if she lost interest in inquiring all of a sudden, and just reminded, "Less contact, bad boy."

The depressed emotions in Syl's heart had almost dissipated while walking on the road, and now she brought up sex, especially after hearing Ashara's evaluation of Jane.

"Archbishop, do you know Jane?" Searle asked curiously, "It sounds like you know her very well."

When Ashara heard Syl's question, she froze for a moment, with a little confusion in her eyes—this was the first time Syl saw this look in Asshara's eyes.

"It's not Jane." After a long time, Ashara shook her head, "Last one, saint."

"The last saint of justice?" Syl nodded as before.

Although she looks like a little girl, Ashara is already hundreds of years old.

Maybe it's dementia.

I have forgotten that the saint of justice has changed.

When Syl was thinking this way, the way Ashara looked at him in front of him suddenly became resentful.

"You are, thinking, not good, something." Ashara frowned slightly and looked at Syl, "About me."

"Ahem..." Syl pretended to cough, and covered his mouth with his hand, "Illusion, it must be an illusion... I think Archbishop Ashara is the cutest in the world from the bottom of my heart." Most respected Archbishop."

It seemed that Syl's praise had some effect, Ashara looked away, waved her hand lightly, a white light flashed, and a holy medicine that looked exactly like the last bottle of holy medicine appeared in Ashara's hands.

"You can drink it." Ashara stood up, walked to Syl, and solemnly handed the holy medicine in her hand to Syl.

Syl stretched out his hands, took the holy medicine in Ashara's hand, and stared at Ashara for a second, and after seeing Ashara nodded, Syl unscrewed the cork of the holy medicine.

Drinking the holy medicine this time was not as nervous as last time. Syl, who had experience once, took a deep breath and directly poured down the holy medicine.

A warm current flowed down Syl's throat into his stomach, and then along with Syl's stomach, spread towards his limbs.

I have to say that the holy medicine is much more comfortable to drink than the magic medicine.

And even the feeling of swallowing the sun for the first time was gone, leaving only the numb warmth in the body.

But this time, even the babbling was reduced a lot, only some faint voices echoed in Searle's mind, still the old-fashioned words that made her ignore everything.

Seeing Syl's calm expression, Ashara asked, "Feeling?"

"Uh... It feels pretty good, quite comfortable." Syl felt a little bit about his current physical condition, and replied, "I feel that my mental strength has increased a little bit."

"New, spell? Is there?" Ashara seemed to attach great importance to this.