System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

This was the first time Syl saw Archbishop Ashara wearing a nightgown.

Originally, the hem of the skirt could only reach Syl's knees, but when worn on Ashara, it almost touched her ankles.

Moreover, the long sleeves on both sides also covered Ashara's little hands.

Syl felt that her girlish heart was about to explode, and she wished she could leave the archbishop on the spot to sleep in her arms at night.

While Syl was still thinking wildly, Ashara's figure had already been drawn into a white flash and disappeared in place, leaving only a little bit of holy light scattered in the air.

Ashara may never have imagined that looking at Syl, who is innocent and loves to laugh, such a pure child would actually be thinking about these things in her heart.

After Syl finished wiping his hair and felt that he could no longer feel the milky fragrance from Ashara's body, his slightly throbbing mood completely calmed down.

On a tray on the round table in the room, all the newspapers of the day are placed on it.

Seale flipped through it casually, but there was no special news.

It is nothing more than the heroic soldiers, how bravely subdued the rioting Ibiza people, how many people were arrested, and how many people were bravely injured by the army.

They even began to create "anti-Iraq" heroes.

Sildo glanced at the photos and deeds of the "anti-Iraqi" heroes, and the more he looked at it, the more ridiculous he felt.

Isn't this the officer I just parasitized tonight?

Why is it still advertised and hyped up?

Seeing it, Syl felt like laughing.

These people may not know that this pioneer of "anti-Iraq" influence and "peace violence" who has been hyped up by the media and reported all over the street is not actually on their side.

"It seems that this identity is still useful..."

Syl curled his hair slightly with his fingers, thinking silently.

It's best not to let this identity break the cocoon now, it's best to let him continue to climb.

Let’s wait until the right time to get the information, and then break the cocoon—Sill feels that this day will not come too late.

After putting down the newspaper, Searle also began to feel a little tired, and his brain kept reminding Searle that it was time to rest.

Yawning, Syl walked to the bed, jumped on the bed, got into the bed, closed his eyes, and fell asleep almost as soon as he touched the bed.

The next day, around five in the morning, Seale was awakened by his own nightmare.

After waking up, Searle's face was covered with sweat, and his heart was beating very violently, and he didn't feel the lazy and tired feeling after waking up.

"Huh..." With a light breath, Syl turned over and got out of bed, wiped his face with a towel in the bathroom, and looked at himself in front of the mirror, who was a little pale.

Syl's sleep has been like this ever since he drank two bottles of holy medicine in a row.

Always be troubled by some inexplicable nightmares, and forget them all after waking up.

Although the specific dream was forgotten, Syl knew what caused all this.

After washing, Syl walked out of the bathroom, looked at the bright sky outside, turned around and began to find his clothes, and changed them for himself.

After tidying up his attire, Syl left the Holy See while the Holy See was still empty.

If he walked over to the Ibiza area now, he would almost be able to arrive at the place agreed with Fina yesterday in the west area of ​​Ibiza just before the appointed time.

And on the way, she was still thinking about how to deal with Fina.

It's okay if Fina writes the homework that she assigns badly, Syl can fool Fina casually.

If Fina really writes well, then Searle feels a little speechless... Her theory is better than hers, her strength is higher than hers, how can I teach her?

Not to mention asking Fina to assist him in completing this Suramar mission.

This is not an easy task. With the help of a Tier [-] expert, Fina, the completion time can be greatly advanced.

Because of wearing the glasses, Syl passed the road blockade smoothly and entered the Ibiza area, and bought a cheap and simple clown mask from a vendor in Ibiza.

This incident made many people also discover business opportunities. Making clown masks for sale is obviously a good way to make money in Ibiza.

Syl, who was holding a clown mask, found an alleyway, transformed into a clown card, and put on that ridiculous clown mask.

It looks like the people wearing clown masks that can be seen everywhere on the roadside.

Wearing a mask is to avoid trouble. After all, there are still some investigators still operating in Ibiza, and there are many soldiers. This mask can save her a lot of trouble.

After all, the world only knows the clown's appearance, but not her height and body shape.

Syl quickly shuttled through the alley.

Soon, she walked to the agreed place, and it was almost the agreed time.

As for Fina, she was already holding a notebook and wearing a dark green dress, standing there waiting.

Moreover, Fina's dark green hair was also tied on her head, she looked like an upper class person who was going to a banquet, or a beautiful girl who was going on a date.

According to her inherent cognition, Syl felt that Fina was the latter—she might have taken this as a date.

Chapter 125 Chapter 120 The Second Complete Raiders of Fina

Syl walked slowly towards Fina, thinking about how to deal with Fina later.

When she was more than 20 meters away from Fina, Syl could see Fina's ears move a little from a distance.

Immediately afterwards, Fina turned around quickly, and saw Syl wearing a mask.

"Mentor!" Fina waved to Syl excitedly, and then seemed to notice that she was not too reserved, so she put her hand down and looked at Syl with a smile.

But she clenched her lace right hand, revealing her uncontrollable excitement.

Syl nodded, then noticed the portrait on the wall to the right.

Compared with yesterday, this bust is more lifelike.

Syl reached out and took off the mask, and brushed back the hair that fell on his forehead with his right hand.

"morning."

Syl raised his chin slightly and greeted Fina.

The clown and the lover are not only similar in appearance, but also inadvertently handsome, they are so similar.

Of course, any handsome action must be supported by enough appearance, otherwise it is just greasy.

But now Syl, in Fina's heart, is obviously overwhelmed by her looks.

"Mentor..." Fina pressed the notebook to her chest with both hands, pursed her lips lightly, with a blush on her face.

For a moment, she forgot what to say, or what her purpose was today.

I was completely intoxicated by Syl's face.

Syl looked at Fina expressionlessly. She already felt that even the clown couldn't stand Fina's current situation a little bit, and wanted to stab her.

Searle restrained the urge from the clown in his heart, and asked:

"Do you have your answer in your hand?"

"Huh? Oh right... I wrote this yesterday, I've thought about it..." Fina said while reaching out and handing the notepad in her hand to Syl.

Turning to the first page, I looked at the title above.

"On the Feasibility of Spreading the Riot to the Whole of Suramar—Taking the Ibiza District as an Example?"

Searle: "?"

As soon as he glanced at the title, Syl raised his head and looked at Fina.

Feeling Syl's gaze, Fina also lowered her head shyly, and secretly looked up at Syl from time to time.

Syl felt that the notepad was about to be crumpled by her.

"Huh..." After exhaling, Syl lowered his head again and looked at Fina's notepad.

Seale held his right hand in his left hand, and held a notepad in his right hand, and began to read it carefully.

It can be seen between the lines that Fina has absolutely no understanding of how to incite riots.

It is completely replicating the model of the clown, wanting to use the same model, and then spread hatred to other areas outside of Ibiza.

And made a lot of common sense mistakes.

"Why do you think that if you kill a chocolate factory owner in Sule District, his employees will be happy and willing to join the riot?" Syl frowned, and tapped the notebook on his left shoulder with his right hand, attracting attention. Fina's attention.

Fina raised her head, and originally wanted to say something else, but after seeing Syl's expression, she immediately became serious.

Although she really wants to see her mentor continue to look at her with speechless eyes that hate iron and steel—this will make Fina feel that her mentor cares about her, but Fina doesn't want her mentor to really hate herself.

"Because I observed your behavior, mentor, and designed a set of actions according to your method," Fina replied seriously, "Didn't you also kill a supervisor first, and then kill a factory owner?"

This innocent look made the clown feel like his head would explode.

Even Syl was infected by this emotion.

Syl ruthlessly threw the notebook onto Fina's body, stretched out his right hand and directly grabbed Fina's delicate neck, pinning Fina firmly against the wall.

Then, Syl pushed her hand up slightly, making Fina look up at herself.

"Where's your madness?" Searle's voice was low, like a volcano preparing to erupt.

"I didn't see your madness, I didn't see your thinking, why do you think the people in Sule District have the same mentality as the people in Ibiza?"

"What makes you think the well-to-do, peaceful populace of Sool feel empathy for a murderer over the death of an insignificant factory owner? Why do you think the people of Sole are as eager for change as the sewer rats of Ibiza? "

When Searle started to attack, Fina didn't have the slightest intention to resist. Even if Searle's hand had already grabbed her neck and could break her neck at any time, she didn't make any movement of resistance.

And Syl's subsequent stern questioning made Fina even more confused, and tears began to accumulate in her eyes.

"I... I don't know... Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu I'm trash..." Fina looked up at Syl, her eyes were red, "I don't know why After becoming a [Rebel], I was stuck for decades."

Become 【Rebel】?

Syl keenly caught something.

"What's your positive rank?" Syl stared straight at Fina and asked.

"Positive rank? Are you referring to my original holy rank?" Fina asked, and after seeing Syl nodded, she continued, "I was originally a priesthood of the Church of the God of Fortitude and Guardian, which was about 70 years ago. It's the past..."

Fina opened her mouth slowly, and began to narrate her past.