Hearing the voice behind her, Syl paused her steps.
Only now did Syl realize how troublesome these Investigators were; they would investigate every single clue to the end, regardless of the identity of the person in front of them.
They're troublesome enough...
However, Syl could now make use of her age advantage.
Syl turned her head back and said with a smile: "Just a feeling. Although the photo is very blurry, I subconsciously felt it was a very handsome big sister. If it's not, that would be such a pity..."
Her gaze was flawless, her words were innocent, and the smile on her face made it impossible for anyone to be suspicious. After hearing Syl finish, the Investigator smiled and nodded: "Sorry to bother you. Please take your time, and stay safe."
Although the Investigator knew that the security measures for the Saintess were definitely higher than they had imagined, they still had to offer a polite reminder.
"Thank you for the reminder." Syl withdrew her gaze, feeling slightly relieved in her heart.
Fortunately, by relying on her face and flashing her Saintess identification card, she could avoid almost all questioning; otherwise, Syl really wasn't sure if something might have been discovered.
After Syl left, a young male Investigator quickly arrived to join them.
"Boss, what happened? Who did you just question?" Since the male Investigator had not activated his Spiritual Sight and had only glanced from afar, he couldn't clearly remember who he had seen.
The female Investigator also deactivated her Spiritual Sight and answered indifferently:
"It was the Saintess of Hope... Come to think of it, most of the newcomers from the Church of the Goddess of Hope are active around here... Perhaps we can report this to the boss and have him coordinate with the Church of the Goddess of Hope to share intelligence..."
The investigation, which had made no progress, caused the Investigators to start changing their approach and turn to other churches for help.
Of course, none of this had anything to do with Syl; she was just an ordinary passerby. How could she possibly be related to the green-haired woman who wiped out an evil object and drove away a Devotee with a dinner knife?
Walking towards the Ivisa South District, Syl kept feeling gazes upon her. It seemed the Ivisa District was already crawling with Investigators, and bypassing their vision was quite difficult.
Syl's mission seemed to have become even more difficult with the addition of the Investigators.
"Forget it, let's go to Buer Street first... I wonder how that little girl is doing now." Syl muttered to herself.
Although she appeared completely indifferent to all of this when she transformed into the Clown, that was only the Clown's way of thinking. In the heart of Syl, who was the Saintess, she still kept thinking about this matter.
If she didn't go to take a look and confirm, she would always feel uneasy... This might also be related to the digestion of the potion.
By the time Syl walked to the familiar 44 Buer Street, the noisy scene in front of her made Syl frown.
"So you want to steal money, huh! I'll teach you to steal money!" A pot-bellied, short, fat man was kicking a figure lying on the ground fiercely with his leather boots, cursing as he stomped, "Freak! Cripple..."
The young boy on the ground showed a bit of stubbornness; despite being beaten like this, he didn't let out a single muffled groan.
Although he was injured and half his face was wrapped in gauze, he held his head high and looked at the man with his single eye, explaining: "I... I didn't steal your money... That money is my own; I was just going to exchange it for some loose currency..."
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