System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

"Well... Ibiza is indeed a good place to digest the holy medicine. My first bottle of holy medicine was digested in the Ibiza area in three stages." Sharon nodded, seemingly completely ignoring it. That sentence after Searle.

This also brings some information to Seale.Sharon didn't care what was going on in the Ibiza area, she just asked someone to find out where she had been recently.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk-"

Just when Sharon was about to ask something, there was a knock on the door.

"Maybe your holy medicine has arrived," Sharon smiled and turned her head back, and said with a smile, "Please come in, Ashara."

The door opened slowly, and it was indeed Ashara who came in, but she didn't have the holy medicine in her hand.

Before Sharon frowned, she saw the two people behind Ashara.

One is a short-haired girl wearing a black coat with a black shawl and a top hat, and the other is Jane wearing a black coat with a gray inscription cloak.

It's Vera and Jane.

"Hi...Little Searle." Jane looked a little embarrassed, and she raised her hand weakly to say hello to Searle.

"Uh...your friend, right? I remember it's from the side of wisdom and justice? Um...it's okay, let's chat." Sharon's eyes flashed a hint of disappointment because of the undetectable , she smiled and stood up, "Then I will leave the time to the children."

"Pope Sharon." When Sharon passed by Jane, both Jane and Vera greeted Sharon respectfully, and Sharon smiled back.

Ashara didn't know when she left the room, only Jane and Vera were left at the door.

After Sharon and Ashara left the room, Searle's expression relaxed a little.

Although she knew that Jane might have brought her some trouble, the current situation can be regarded as Jane saved her life.

At least give yourself room to think.

"Little Syl, I really didn't betray you." After seeing Sharon and Ashara leave, Jane said to Syl with a sad face, "Vera, you little bastard, she tricked me."

"Vera?" Syl looked curiously at the girl next to Sharon.

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PS:

After sweeping the tomb today, I don’t have too many time codes, so there are only two chapters... and I failed to control the characters, which cost 2 coins XD, I will definitely add an update tomorrow!

Let’s get into the text——

[Xiao Ming: I don’t know how my parents’ generation solved boredom before the Internet developed.]

[I asked my 18 brothers and sisters, and they all said they didn't know]

Chapter 91 Chapter 89 I have a dream, Ibiza wants to (1/3)

Although he was curiously asking the names of the people around Jane, what Searle was thinking about was how to quickly complete the task and become stronger.

Jane didn't notice Syl's absent-mindedness at this time, she scratched her face, and said with some embarrassment:

"Well...it's today..."

Probably because of a mistake, Jane stuttered a little when she spoke, and seemed a little embarrassed to say the stupid things she did.

Vera next to her interrupted Jane's speech and introduced herself:

"Hello, my name is Vera, the Holy Maiden of Wisdom. If you don't mind, you can call me Vera directly."

"Hello, my name is Syl." Syl greeted Vera with a smile, and then asked, "What can Vera come to see me for?"

"I want to ask why you gave Jane such advice," Vera said straightforwardly, "Go to the newspaper and kill Frank with the clown's knife."

Syl tilted her head, as if she didn't understand why she came to him because of this.

Then Searle's light blue pure pupils turned slightly and looked at Jane.

It seems to be asking, how did you sell me?

Jane couldn't resist this kind of aggrieved stare at all, she directly raised her hands in surrender, and said with a mournful face:

"I really didn't betray you, I just blame Vera for being too cunning, I tried my best not to speak, but she still guessed it..."

Vera next to him shook his head and said:

"Jane's trajectory is not difficult to predict, especially since she has been wandering around the Ibiza district for the past few days, how could she escape the eyes of investigators."

"You just need to investigate who paid for the front page of the newspaper, and then think about what she has been doing recently. The witness was silenced by Frank in disguise. The existing law cannot enact the death penalty for a rich man like Frank. Her character We definitely won’t let this matter pass like this.”

"And Jane must not be able to think of this plan in her mind, so you can only act with her, Your Highness Syl... Why would you think of killing people with a clown knife? Do you know her? This kind of behavior is also It’s not like someone from the Hope Church made it.”

"I'm sorry to investigate these things without authorization, but I hope you can give me an answer."

Vera expressed his thoughts, and finally asked Syl directly, but he used honorifics everywhere, without the slightest intention to ask questions.

But Syl could still tell that although the Vera in front of him didn't look very human, he looked like a good person.

After all, in what Vera said just now, she was still trying to excuse Jane's clichéd behavior, and took all the blame on herself, as if she didn't want her investigation to affect the friendship between Jane and Searle.

"What is it that my brain can't think of such a thing!" Jane on the side seemed to be furious when she heard this. She threw off her cloak and pointed at Vera with her right hand and said, "Please explain to me clearly! Otherwise you will Don't even think about going out of this door!"

Seeing Jane's angry look, Searle pursed her lips, forcibly maintaining a ladylike expression, and her face was sullen.

Vera glanced at Jane lightly, and said calmly, "Because you look very smart, you wouldn't think of such an irrational plan."

"Huh? Is that so?" Jane was taken aback for a moment, then retracted her hand into the cloak in embarrassment, nodded and agreed, "Indeed."

"puff--"

Although Syl quickly covered his mouth, he still couldn't help laughing.

Thanks to Jane, I think she is the only one who can make me laugh out loud when I first know that I am going to be in trouble.

"What are you laughing at?" Jane looked at Searle curiously.

"No, I think of happy things." Syl took a breath to calm himself down, then smiled and pointed to the round table next to him and said, "Let's sit and talk."

"Thank you." Vera nodded politely, and sat in the seat opposite Syl.

Jane, on the other hand, sat in the seat between the two of them naturally, and began to look at Searle's room with some curiosity, as if she didn't care about what they were going to talk about.

"So, Your Highness Syl, can you answer my question just now? Time is running out... When we arrived, the Ibiza parade had already arrived at the gate of the police station."

After everyone was seated, Vera continued to ask questions just now, seeming to be quite efficient.

This time, Syl finally turned his attention from thinking about the position of the saint to the current situation.

I... seem to be suspected of motives?

Also, a parade?Did the crowd gather so quickly?

It was only then that Syl realized belatedly that the current situation did not seem to allow her to be careless.

"Uh..." Searle asked again, "Are you asking me why I proposed this to Jane, and do I know a clown?"

Searle's rhetorical question is just to give himself more time to think and consider. This is also a commonly used negotiating delay technique.

... What's the matter?

Do you know the clown?Can I not know myself?

But this cannot be said.

But if the explanation is not clear, the keen Vera in front of him may really see some clues.

You can't say that you also speculated from the newspapers, right?Even if it is speculated, why would a holy woman of hope do such a thing as killing with a knife?

Said that he didn't expect the consequences?Come on, it's no different from blowing yourself up.

Searle's right index finger rested on his chin, with a smile still on his face, and an unconscious "um—" sound from his mouth, as if he was organizing his words.

This girlish gesture was intentionally put on by Searle, nothing else but to delay time and leave a "harmless" impression by the way.

Gradually, Syl also had an idea in his heart...

If you want to completely disassociate yourself from people like clowns, then you have to go slanted.

Searle opened his eyes, his eyes became serious, and his whole body seemed to be illuminated by a holy light—in fact, there was a window behind Searle, and it was noon at this time, and the sun was shining.

Syl said softly:

"I have a dream."

This seemingly sudden sentence caused Vera to frown slightly, she didn't quite know what Syl was going to say.

And Jane also stopped looking around, turned her head to look at Searle, with some curiosity in her eyes.Dream, this is a word that is rarely mentioned after growing up.

"The people of Ibiza have been oppressed for far too long, as evidenced by their participation in the rally today, because of the insane oppression and unequal pay, they have no right to look up..."

"...I still have a dream, now and in the future. This dream is deeply rooted in Ibiza."

"I dream that one day people will wake up and have the same belief as me: 'All men are created equal'."

"I dream that one day, in the classrooms of Bairoland District, the children of the former Ibiza laborers can sit with the sons of the former factory owners and share the brotherhood."

"I dream that one day even the district of Ibiza, where justice is absent and oppression prevails, can become an oasis of hope and justice."

"...I dream that one day, the valleys will rise, the mountains will descend, the rough and tortuous roads will become smooth, and the holy light will shine on the world, regardless of high or low."

"And I believe...justice and justice are like the waves of the river, surging and rolling, and I believe that the people of Ibiza can do this, and I see it in their vision of the clown .”

"So I'm thinking... a fight so that everyone can hear the cry of the people of Ibiza may be the only way to change the oppressive situation in Ibiza."

Syl looked at the two dazed girls in front of him, narrowed his eyes slightly, and performed a church salute to the Goddess of Hope with his hands on his chest.

"...Darkness and oppression will pass away, and light and hope will return to Ibiza—may the goddess be with them."

After the words fell, the room fell silent.

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