System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

"Stand up, Barlow."

At the same time, Syl had already made a decision in his heart, and he had arranged for Peer's whereabouts in his heart, which was generally considered a safe place.

Syl looked at Barlow who hadn't stood up for a long time, and said:

"I can't let your daughter follow me all the time, but I will take her to a relatively safe place."

Searle didn't talk too much, whether it was to prevent others from discovering the mutation in Pei'er, or for the property, Searle would try to take on this somewhat special "task".

Moreover, Barlow Bwonsamdi seemed to be telling Syl these things with the determination to die, although he didn't know what Barlow would face in the future-it was obviously more or less ominous.

"Thank you, Lord Silver Crow, I believe in your ability, and you will be able to protect my daughter well." Barlow stood up, looked at Syl in front of him, there was no panic in his eyes at all, but a hint of relief at the corner of his mouth smile.

"Can you wait outside my mansion for a while?" Barlow asked, "The little girl must be under surveillance now, and it will take some time for her to come to you with the treasure location."

"Yeah." Syl nodded.

Barlow glanced at Syl for the last time, and then took a deep breath. He finally nodded at Syl, and then transformed into a raven with the crow feather cloak, and flew towards the sky.

Syl put his hands in the pockets of the windbreaker, looked at the place where Barlow left, and still had some doubts in his heart.

What is it that makes Barlow look so flustered, with so many connections, and with someone covering him, he can still encounter such a crisis situation.

And they also appeal to a self who is an outsider to them.

Looks like... cornered?What's going on, isn't it only a few days?

No matter what Searle thinks, the only possibility is the problem of Ibiza, which caused it.

Slightly supporting the mask on his face with his hands, Searle started walking in the direction of Bwonsamdi's mansion.

It's not that Syl hadn't thought of the possibility that Bwonsamdi was fishing in collusion with the royal family, but what Barlow Bwonsamdi said just now and the tenderness he said about his daughter made Syl believe it.

If it was really fishing, Syl would not hesitate to detonate the blood on Peier's body, turning her into a twisted mass of rotten flesh.

After thinking about the countermeasures in his mind, Searle also walked out of King's Avenue and came to Duke Street.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Seale always feels that Duke Street is a bit extraordinarily clean today.

Even the carriages that occasionally run by, there is not a single one now, and there are also guards. Syl has not seen a single guard until now.

This is not normal.

Searle slowly took out the scalpel, hid it in his hand, and put it in his pocket.

After getting ready to fight at any time, Syl continued to walk towards Bwonsamdi's mansion.

Standing under a big tree not far from Bwonsamdi's mansion, Syl leaned against the tree trunk, looked in the direction of the mansion, and began to wait quietly.

At the same time, she was also paying attention to the movement around her, so as not to let herself be surrounded.

After just one stop, almost an hour passed, and there was still no movement in Bwonsamdi's mansion, and there were no maids who usually pruned flowers and plants in the garden in the front courtyard of the mansion.

"It's so slow..." Searle pulled out the watch chain, glanced at the time on the pocket watch, and sighed silently.

Now Searle doesn't have such a long time to waste. If there is no one waiting for another hour, Searle may choose to leave directly.

After another half an hour, just when Searle was getting impatient, the mutation appeared.

Slowly, people gathered in the street, and a group of reporters with cameras.

Except for the reporter, everyone else was dressed in shabby clothes, the kind that would never appear on Duke Street.

It's Ibiza...but not quite.

The snow-white neck of one of the girls in tattered clothes reminded Syl that they were not from Ibiza.

Instead, he was pretending to be someone from Ibiza.

why?

then--

Under Syl's suspicious gaze, Barlow Bwonsamdi, whose hands were tied behind his back and only wore a robe, was pushed out by the guards.

Countless vegetable leaves and soil were thrown towards Barlow from the crowd, and the crowd shouted something.

Searle couldn't hear what they were shouting, numbers, or nonsense words.

Seale could only see the camera in the reporter's hand, its light constantly blinking.

Then, a woman separated the crowd, seemed to be speaking, and even fixed her posture for the convenience of reporters to take pictures.

Compared to the already filthy Baro Bwonsamdi, that woman looked tall and majestic.

Under the command of the woman, a carriage came slowly—no, it was not so much a carriage as it was a wooden cart dragging a wooden pole.

Finally, Syl saw a scene that made her unbelievable.

Baro Bwonsamdi, who was a third-order transcendent, got into the carriage under the push of other "Ibiza people".

A noose was hung around his neck.

Throughout the whole process, Barlow didn't intend to resist, but his eyes were searching for something in the air, and then, as if he had found something, a faint smile appeared on his face.

Immediately afterwards, as the rope was pulled up at the other end, Barlow Bwonsamdi, who had no power to resist, was hoisted up.

The flashes burning with magnesium powder kept flickering, recording this absurd and chilling scene.

Barlow didn't twitch or struggle the whole time. When he was hung up and deprived of oxygen, his eyes were still searching for something. Then, his eyes met Syl.

Finally, Barlow showed a relieved smile. His face had already turned vermilion. The lack of blood supply to his brain made him a little confused, but he moved his fingers slowly and released the last spell.

A light blue aura escaped in his hand, and when it was in the air, it gathered into a small flower and floated towards Syl.

"嘠—嘠—"

A heart-piercing little raven hovered clumsily in the air, following the guidance of the blue flower, it fluttered in front of Searle.

Through the treacherous blood, Syl knew that the little raven in front of him was Pei Er.

And Searle also understood what happened now.

Slowly stretching out his right hand, letting the little raven land on his arm, Syl looked in the direction of Barlow Bwonsamdi again.

At this time, Barlow was still swaying in the air, and the carriage led the crowd, and gradually moved forward. The direction they were heading, if Syl guessed correctly, should be the Ibiza area.

They are planning to use the death of Barlow, the "behind the scenes", to appease the anger of the Ibiza people.

I believe that in the future, the newspapers will be full of reports that the people of Ibiza successfully defeated the evil and greedy Baron under the leadership of XX and obtained a better standard of living.

And without a program, the Ibiza people who have lost their goals will definitely succumb under the new treaty that seems to have higher welfare.

With no money to support the riot, they couldn't last long.

Taking a deep breath, Syl pursed her lips, an unreasonable anger burning in her heart.

"Is this your choice... Willing to be a scapegoat to save your daughter." Syl sighed in his heart, "Rest in peace, Barlow. If I can, I will let this rotten empire, Go underground and find your..."

The little raven stood on Syl's arm and screamed in despair. He wanted to flap his wings several times and fly towards the place where the carriage was far away, but was held back by Syl.

"He's a good father. He just wants to see you live in safety." Syl stroked Raven's head and comforted him in a low voice, "You shouldn't make him worry."

Hearing Syl's words, the raven on Syl's arm stopped howling. Standing on Syl's hand, her body trembled a little, as if it was difficult for her to keep standing.

Syl didn't stay any longer, and started to take a detour towards Ibiza, which was also her destination.

It must be staggered with the parade convoy, otherwise it would be difficult for Syl to guarantee that Peer, who turned into a raven, would collapse into a pool of flesh and blood, just like the little girl before.

Syl could clearly feel that Pei'er's emotions were not right, and seemed to be on the verge of collapse at any time.

Especially when Syl walked to Sule District, Peier's mood swings reached the extreme, and even her wings twisted a bit.

"Ugh......"

Syl sighed and turned into an alley.

After the alley turned around to a dead end, Syl whispered to Pei Er:

"Change back."

As soon as Syl finished speaking, the little raven flapped its wings and took off, and then a burst of black feathers scattered, and the little raven swelled violently in the air, turning into Pei'er who was still wearing a dress.

Behind Peer was wearing the black feather cape that Barlow Bwonsamdi wore every day.

It seems that turning into a raven is also the effect of this cloak.

Pei'er, who turned into a human body, fell to the ground, her footsteps faltered for a while, and she leaned weakly against the wall beside her.

Her eyes were already red and swollen, and her face was also covered with tears, but she didn't show it just now under the raven's disguised package.

"Silver... Lord Silver Crow... woo woo woo... why...why didn't you save my... father... ..." Pei'er raised her head, crying, and looked at Syl with red and swollen eyes.

Syl also knew that he couldn't make any sense to Pei'er, whose thinking ability was greatly weakened, so he simply said:

"I can save him, but you will be hunted down because of this surname," Syl looked at Pei'er and explained softly, "This is his choice."

"But...but..." Pei'er wanted to say something, but the grief had already made it difficult for her to say a word completely.

Some distorted cracks had begun to appear on Pei'er's face, and those repaired marks began to resurface on her face again.

If Syl didn't do anything, it probably wouldn't take long before Pei'er would completely transform into a flesh and blood monster and lose consciousness.

"Look at me, Peier." Syl took off his mask, his long silver-gray hair poured down, and Syl looked at Peier who raised his head and said, "You must live."

"For...why..." Pei'er's voice was painful and desperate, she shook her head and said intermittently, "I have no... no attachment... ..."

"Yes." Syl showed a gentle smile and nodded, "Yes."

Pearl just sobbed, looking at Syl as if waiting for her answer.The distortion on Pei'er's face also slowed down a little.

"Revenge." Syl said lightly, "For your father."

"Revenge...revenge?" Pei'er murmured and repeated the term, trying to understand its meaning.

Pei'er, who lived in the dark since she was a child, has a low self-esteem and a weak personality because of the curse, never thought of revenge as an option before.

And after Syl said this option, an unknown fire began to burn slowly in Pei'er's chest.

The emotional grief of missing his father gradually turned into hatred for the mastermind behind the scenes and hatred for the person who made his father commit suicide.

"Revenge...revenge..." Pei'er murmured and repeated the words, "revenge...revenge...revenge, revenge... ..."

Finally, Peier's eyes gradually became firmer. She leaned against the wall, raised her head, looked at Syl, and said slowly:

"I...I want revenge..."

"Master Silver Crow..."