System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

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At dusk, in the villa at No. 121 King's Avenue, a young girl with white hair in an ill-fitting dress was sitting on the carpet, holding the carpet with both hands, staring at the things on the carpet.

"System, you mean, you want to stuff this thing into someone else's body?"

The little girl's soft and waxy voice was full of disbelief, and the golden vertical pupil of her left eye also shone with surprise.

"In fact, it can burrow into the body of the organism it wants to parasitize by itself, and enter different organisms, and the different organisms will also affect the strength after hatching."

"To put it simply, the parasitic people are different, and the hatched dragons are also different, right? From personality to ability."

"Yes, various factors can affect the final hatching."

"Oh--"

Syl nodded, stretched out his small hand, and poked the object on the ground.

Soft, slippery, a little disgusting.

It was a sarcoma about the size of a small finger of Seale's now, and it looked similar to the sarcoma in the previous card.

It was drumming, still secreting the creeps, and then shrinking the creeps back, as if a life was breathing. This was actually using the creeps to search for nutrients that might exist nearby.

"Then I will directly feed this to others forcibly?"

"It can parasitize the person you want to parasitize according to your mind, you don't need to do it yourself^^"

"Oh......"

Searle picked up the small wart on the carpet and hid it in his hair.

Although these little things looked a little scary, Syl didn't have any resistance, after all, they were all his own flesh and blood.

It seems a bit weird to say so, but this is indeed his own flesh and blood, yes, this is the sarcoma that Syl just split from his hand.

It's just that each division consumes a lot of Searle, otherwise Searle wouldn't be slumped on the carpet to watch the research.

Standing up unsteadily, Searle looked like a little doll that couldn't stand still.

There was still some time before night, and Syl decided to use the body of the young dragon girl directly to find someone who could parasitize.

With other cards, there is no way to control this "seed" to parasitize others, so I have no choice but to use the body of the young dragon.

But before that, Silde found clothes suitable for the young dragon in the room.

Chapter 110 Chapter 2 Is Like Long Legs (3/[-])

This villa had always been the product of Barlow Bwonsamdi, and it naturally contained a lot of clothes left by his daughter Peier in the closet of the room.

After searching for a long time, Syl finally found the room that might have been Pei Er in the huge villa.

To be honest, it is really puzzling for a young dragon with short legs to run.

And the baby dragon always stops when it sees some strange things, such as a mechanical wall clock that can spit out birds, and a shiny jewelry box.

These things always piqued the interest of the drake, and then Syl took a moment to reassure.

"Hey... I'd better give you a name, after all, there may be many little dragons in the future." Syl said helplessly while rummaging through the clothes, "Hmm...white Hair, let’s call it Xiaobai.”

The name was very casual, but Syl could feel the joy in the young dragon's heart from the sudden flick of his hair.

Finally, Searle found many small skirts in the drawer under the closet.

It looks like it was worn by Pearl when she was a child, and it is now collected here.

After choosing for a long time, Syl chose a navy blue dress. Compared with other complicated dresses, this navy blue dress with a small gray shawl is more suitable for Syl to go out and find someone later.

Although the young dragon looked only eight or nine years old, Syl was not at all worried about the danger of going out with the young dragon's body.

This is the strongest card in Syl's hand. If even the young dragon can encounter danger that cannot be avoided, wouldn't the other cards be even more dangerous.

After changing into a small skirt, Searle buttoned a small cloak on himself, which just fit Searle's current body shape of about 1 meters.

After changing into the clothes that fit her, Syl looks more delicate and cute now. If she meets her on the street, Syl feels that no one can resist the temptation to go up and pinch her face.

"But these eyes..." Syl looked at the full-length mirror in front of him, touched his eye sockets lightly with his hand, and began to feel a little worried.

Although the current self looks like a little girl, but this strange-colored vertical pupil makes people feel that she does not look like an ordinary person.

If it is seen by other extraordinary people or well-informed investigators, it will cause some troubles instead.

When this idea appeared in Searle's mind, Xiaobai seemed to have noticed Sill's inner thoughts and reacted.

Then, Syl's pupils changed rapidly, from the original vertical pupils to ordinary human round pupils.

Although it is still a different color, at least it looks a lot more normal, and it looks cuter.

"Huh... I don't want to meet any weirdos," Syl pinched his own face and said contentedly, "This is all my daughter."

"Oh? But it seems that it doesn't think so^^"

"climb--"

Searle is in a pretty good mood now, and doesn't care too much about the system.

After she hid the bag of materials on the stairs in the cellar somewhere deep in the closet, she checked again to see if there was anything missing.

After making all the preparations, Syl took the key to the door, unlocked the door, and walked to the garden.

King's Road is still deserted, not even a passing carriage.

The exquisite stone road and the patterns carved on the kerosene street lamps all show the grade of this street, but there are no people living there.This is what makes Searle very puzzled.

"Maybe it's just the same as what Barlow said, but there are no big people living here." Syl shrugged, and stopped thinking about these things, and walked towards the Sule area with his calves.

Now Syl hasn't figured out who to parasitize, so he can only walk around and see his luck.

When the cocoon is broken on the parasitic object, it will take away all the life energy of the other party.

In other words, at the moment of parasitism, the parasitized creature is destined to become the nutrient for Syl to breed a new dragon.

This is a matter of human life, so Searle is very cautious about this. If it really doesn't work, Searle may have to go to Ibiza again.

Just to see what Ibiza is going through right now.

Even in the Duke area, Syl could see the faint blue smoke floating in the sky of Ibiza in the distance, which looked a little bleak in the bloody dusk.

"People in Sule District and other areas seem to be unaffected...Have the riots been stopped in Ibiza?" Seale was a little puzzled.

It stands to reason that after public grievances are aroused, they should not be so easily quelled, unless they are really suppressed with iron and blood.

Whether it is to trigger follow-up missions or to parasitize, Syl has to go to Ibiza. It seems that since Syl entered the city, he has had an indissoluble bond with the area of ​​Ibiza.

After walking from the King's Avenue to the Avenue of Protection, Syl sighed slightly.

The walking speed of these short legs is still not as fast as other people's long legs, and Syl doesn't like such bamboo pole-like legs.

The saint's legs are the kind that are round without a trace of fat, white and tender, just like the ones that came out of the anime, and they are Syl's favorite.

Next came the doctor's legs, long and slightly fleshy, very comfortable to pinch.

As for the clown and the lover, that is the standard long thin legs, just like the European and American long legs in the previous film and television works, streamlined and full of beauty.

As for the missionary and the baby dragon, they were too small in every way, and Seale didn't want to make any judgments.

Just thinking wildly like this, Searle walked out of the Duke area and came to the Sule area with a little more people.

The more people go to the center of Sule District, the more people there are.

Searle also stopped the cranky thoughts in his mind—since he experienced what happened to Lover and Tess just now, Searle's mind was full of these thoughts, and it was hard to forget them.

Shaking his head a little to calm himself down, Syl began to focus on the flow of people around him.

She also looks forward to meeting some people who cause trouble as she walks, just like the clown and the doctor missionary, so that she can use parasite logically.

But Seale almost finished shopping around the Sule area, and didn't find anything worth paying attention to - except for a lot of attention and a lot of doting eyes from ladies.

"Hey...isn't Sule District not good?" Syl shook his head, thought for a while, and started walking towards Ibiza District.

I haven't seen him for a few days, and Syl doesn't know what happened in the Ibiza area now, so I just went to see it now.

Chapter 111 Chapter 3 Returning to Ibiza, the Center of Chaos (3/[-])

In the southern area of ​​Ibiza, at the junction with the Surer area, countless people wearing black military uniforms and military caps are moving around.

On Rein Street, which connects Ibiza and Soule, there are barricades made of iron sheets, and two teams of armed soldiers guard the road.

This is a blockade.

Inside the blockade is the Ibiza district. The houses inside are emitting some black smoke, and even the garbage dumps on the street are burning and emitting an unpleasant smell.

The rows of buildings on both sides of the road were planted with the military flag of the Great Saaya Empire and were temporarily requisitioned as military camps.

But here in the Sule District, there are still people coming and going, but there is a long distance in the middle of the street and no one is there. Even the vendors don't seem to want to get close to Ibiza.

"Huh, I heard that there was a riot in Ibiza, and it seems that they are going to kill people!"

"Hey, fortunately the soldiers came in time, otherwise the mob would have rushed out sooner or later."

"Haha, go distribute a 'head bread', I guess those people will be able to calm down."

"It's true... I don't want to learn anything, and I want to ask for a high salary, why don't I just give the money to them... Hahahaha..."

'Head Bread' is a cold joke circulated in Suramar, usually only used to ridicule people in Ibiza.

The allusion comes from a strike riot in Ibiza decades ago.

In the end, just because the police station started to distribute free bread to Ibiza for a day, the riots stopped, and those who stopped the riots were also arrested. This incident became a laughing stock.

It is precisely because there is such a proverb circulating that people seem not worried about the riots in Ibiza-it is estimated that the matter can be solved by sending out bread for another day.

If that doesn't work, send it for two days.

None of them thought about why the people in Ibiza didn't learn other crafts.Perhaps if they themselves have been working sixteen to eighteen hours a day since they were five or six years old, they may understand.

It's not that I don't want to change, but that I am in the mud, and any struggle alone is futile.

At this moment, a small figure, ignoring the words of these people, slipped past the talking crowd and walked towards the uninhabited area.

"Hey, little girl, Ibiza is very dangerous right now - it's locked down, you can't get out if you go in." The man who was discussing just now reminded him kindly after seeing the little girl.