System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

"A new spell? Let me feel it."

As Syl said, he closed his eyes. He seemed to be feeling it, but he actually yelled silently in his heart:

"System, check skills."

"Skills: [Divine Art · Basic Elemental Control] [Hand of Redemption] [Divine Art · Sacrifice] [Hand of Pain]"

"[Hand of Pain]: Detonate the negative emotions in the opponent's heart, causing a little damage."

Syl stretched out his hand slightly, a little black light emerged in Syl's hand, Syl raised his head, and looked at Ashara in front of him.

"How do you feel... It seems that this ability is not a 'goddess of hope'?" Syl looked at Ashara, and then at the black light glowing in his hand, a little at a loss.

"...It's okay." Ashara just raised her hand to dispel the ability in Syl's hand, and added lightly, "Don't, release it in front of others."

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, interrupting the question Syl was about to ask.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk-"

"Please come in." Searle whispered towards the door.

"Your Highness, Archbishop Ashara," Anne held a tray in her hand, on which were two cakes, two cups of black tea, and several newspapers.

"Let's have some snacks first, dinner will be here later...Your Highness, this is today's newspaper."

"Thank you, Anne, I'll be watching."

Searle put the newspaper aside with a smile, and instead began to focus on the cake in front of him.

There was no need for Seale to read the newspaper anymore, the envelope with the picture on the headline said it all.

May, without her knowing it, helped Syl spread the hate.

Tomorrow is the day of Frank's death.

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PS:

12 chapters are owed, one chapter is paid today, and there are 11 chapters left.

Then the feature film~

【Old Wang took his son to see a doctor: "Doctor, my son loves to swear, and when he opened his mouth, you paralyzed him. What is the symptom?"】

[The doctor said after an examination:]

【"Polio."】

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Chapter 84 Chapter 82 Sharon is coming back? (1/3)

"Archbishop Ashara, don't you want to eat?"

Annie had already gone down to serve the meal, but Ashara didn't move the little cake in front of her.

"I won't eat it." Ashara shook her head, as if she had no interest in this kind of dessert.

"It's delicious." Syl directly picked up the cake in front of him with a small fork, as if demonstrating to Ashara, and stuffed it full into his mouth.

"Mmm - delicious."

While talking, Syl helped Ashara scoop out a small spoonful of her cake, then lifted the fork up in front of Ashara: "Try it."

Ashara in front of her pursed her lips, and her brows furrowed unobservably. She really wanted to remind Syl, that Syl had already stuffed the whole fork into her mouth.

But looking at Syl's swollen cheeks and Syl's slightly squinted eyes with a smile, Ashara couldn't remind her.

"Ah..." Sighing lightly, Ashara stretched her neck forward, parted her red lips slightly, and followed Syl's example, eating this small piece of cake in one gulp.

Seeing that Ashara ate the cake, Syl tried hard to swallow the cake in his mouth, then looked at Ashara excitedly and asked:

"good to eat?"

"Yes." Ashara nodded.Although she prefers bitter coffee to dessert, it's better not to disappoint the children at this time.

"Alright~" Seeing this, Syl picked up another piece of cake and held it in front of Ashara, "Ah—"

But this time, Ashara turned her head away, and refused to open her mouth to say anything.

Syl, who had originally thought about a food addiction, was in vain. He retracted the fork with some disappointment and said, "If you don't eat, I will."

Immediately afterwards, Syl ate the cake in one bite.

"Hey..." Ashara opened her mouth slightly, and raised her right hand. She wanted to stop Syl at first—because the fork was still stained with her saliva.

But Syl didn't seem to care at all, and just used this fork to eat the rest of the cake.

Seeing Ashara raised her hand, Syl still stopped and looked at her suspiciously, but Ashara had already withdrawn her hand and lowered her head, Syl couldn't see her expression.

"Bishop Ashara's personality is really strange..." Syl still sighed silently in his heart.

Syl didn't have so many inner dramas that Ashara thought about, she just thought it was normal to get some saliva after feeding the child, Syl didn't care at all.

It never occurred to her that now she was kissing Archbishop Ashara indirectly.

By the time Annie brought the dinner, Ashara had already left, and before leaving, she left Syl a copy of "Compendium of Low-Level Divine Arts" for Syl to read more when he had time.

What Anne served was a meal for two, and Archbishop Ashara was no longer there, so at Syl's invitation, Anne stayed and finished the meal with Syl.

After eating, Annie packed up her things and took them down with her, while Searle took the "Encyclopedia of Low-Level Divine Arts" into the bathroom, and flipped through it while taking a bath.

The more he looked at it, the more Syl realized how useless the divine spell he had obtained was.

Every time you get promoted, it feels like drawing a card. Everyone gets different magic spells depending on their aptitude.Every divine art that looks the same is actually different.

So this book only roughly lists a few major types, and then each person searches through the directory according to the specific effect of their own magic.

It feels like a dictionary.

"Negative type...cursed eye...uh, I found it—" Syl found his hand of pain in the book, and the magic effect was similar to the system description.

It belongs to a very common type of divine art, as described in the book - "almost all members of the church have or only attack methods."

However, my hand of redemption seems to have other effects. I don't know if this hand of pain has some surprising effects.

I hope there is... After all, the main body finally got an attack skill, and Syl still hopes that his skills can be special.

But it must not be used on oneself. After all, if the hand of redemption is used on oneself, the effect is average. It seems that if the magic is released on oneself, the effect will be weakened accordingly.

After washing and drying his hair, Searle, who was lying on the bed, murmured, "I hope everything goes well tomorrow..."

Syl will set off for the Ibiza area early tomorrow morning and make his own arrangements in advance.

During the chat with Jane yesterday, Searle had learned that Frank would stay in the west side of Ibiza recently. He was in the detached house next to the factory to deter workers who might go out to testify for Jane.

Although in the Holy See, Syl was not very willing to recall what happened in the morning.But as long as she closes her eyes now, she seems to be able to see William hanging by the closet, staring at her with his eyeballs that are about to burst from being strangled.

"Avenge me—"

Although he had never heard William's voice, Syl seemed to be able to hear his voice and feel his pain.

This seems to be the negative effect of the potion, because at this time Syl's mind is full of ravings like "don't pay attention to this matter".

"Fuck you." Although he knew it was useless, Syl still murmured silently in his heart.

After he was done, Syl closed his eyes, ignored the persecution in his head, and forced himself to fall asleep.

The next day.

When the first ray of sunlight came down in the morning, Syl opened his eyes.

As soon as Syl opened his eyes, he saw Ashara who was sitting next to him with a stool, silently watching him.

This made Searle suddenly feel like a grandmother who got up earlier was sitting by the bed and looking at her granddaughter who was still sleeping soundly.

It's outrageous.

Syl rubbed his eyes, and asked in a soft voice:

"What's the matter? Archbishop Ashara."

"Early, come back." Ashara looked at Searle and said word by word, "Tonight, Sharon, come back."

"Sister Sharon is coming back?" Syl was quite surprised when Ashara suddenly said this.

After all, ever since she became a saint and visited the Cathedral of Hope once, Sharon has been attending the Pope's Conference, which has been open until now.

It was so long that Syl wondered if Sharon had gone on vacation.

"Okay, then I'll be back early." Syl nodded, indicating that he knew about it.

Seeing Syl nod, Ashara didn't continue speaking, and after patching a small golden shield for Syl, she stood up directly and walked outside.

When Ashara was about to leave, Syl stopped her, and Syl looked at Ashara and said:

"Archbishop Ashara, next time you come in please...can you wake me up?"

Originally, Syl wanted to knock on the door, but thinking that knocking on the door would wake him up anyway, it might as well let Ashara wake him up.

Otherwise, I don't know how long I was stared at the sleeping position like this, and Searle was still a little scared.

"it is good."

Ashara nodded, and walked out of the room.

And Syl, after washing up, put on his classic black robe, checked his belongings, and walked directly downstairs.

It is difficult to bully the weak.

Chapter 85 Chapter 83 Sneaking into Frank's House (2/3)

It was just dawn, and a figure in a black robe with silver patterns and gold-rimmed glasses on his face had already arrived in the Ibiza area.