Mystery: The Fool's Witch Angel

Yorktown is dotted with stars, with only a few places still lighting up with faint color-changing lights.

In a two-and-a-half-story building near the Yorktown Police Station, Weir lived on the top half of the floor, with half of the outside being a balcony where he placed his own plants and flowers. His mother and younger siblings lived on the second floor.

Will was lying on the bed, looking at the stars above through the skylight, and occasionally a shooting star passed by.

"As expected, I'm still worried, Legira, Horos, Raja..."

Chalfi Village is an area patrolled by oneself, and the relationship with everyone is usually very good.

Especially Legira, who goes to the Church of the Night whenever and wherever she has time. How can she feel relieved? She should patrol as usual in the next few days! Just be careful.

At this time, Chalfi Village at night was no longer noisy during the day. Under the starlight, only a little yellow candlelight shone through the church.

In the house behind the Steam Church, Gilead sat at his desk, looking at the overturned ink bottle in front of him and waiting for something. After a while, Gilead appeared from the darkness.

"Giride, how are you?"

"I've almost digested the potion, and I should be ready for promotion. How are you preparing for your ceremony?"

"Stabilize your mind first, and you will be promoted in a few days. I am also ready. I will blood sacrifice some people in this village when the time comes. After that, I will go back to the hiding place. I feel bad if I stay here for too long. Did Master Kiefer send a message?"

"Blood sacrifice, this is not good. I'm afraid it will anger the Church of Night and Storm. There is no news from Lord Kiefer yet."

"Don't you think what we have done in Pulitzer is not enough?" Gilead said coldly, playing with the pen and raising the corners of his mouth slightly.

Hermione was dressing herself up with the help of Mrs. Wopel. After all, she couldn't just wear casual suits when she went to the dinner party later.

This will be considered rude and disrespectful to the host of the banquet. The first impression is also very important.

Fortunately, Audrey helped her choose a dress before, and she chose a lace long dress with a wide collar and dark pink as the main color, decorated with egret-colored silk fabric.

Mrs. Vopel helped Hermione tie up her dark black hair, and did a basic palace braid. She also put on a gauze top hat and long white ladies' gloves. With her own witch charm, Mrs. Vopel, who was also in front of the mirror, couldn't help but A bit addicted, with light blue pupils and delicate facial features, there is a bit of childishness of a girl.

Hermione turned around, it should be fine. Looking at herself inside, she fell a little in love with herself, and sighed again.

I don’t know how much of this face is my own! Also, I am not used to wearing low-cut high heels, and I am used to wearing lace-up boots.

Wearing glasses to cover up one's breath is much better than usual. Our ancestors are right as they say, "Buddhas rely on their golden clothes, and people rely on their clothes."

After Hermione was almost ready, Vos also came outside. Different from his usual bohemian image in a windbreaker, he was wearing a long gift and a dress. He was indeed a rare nobleman.

Seeing Hermione coming out, Voss opened the car door and saluted, "This beautiful lady, I think I must have seen you somewhere. Can you tell me your name?"

"Okay, I'll tell you when we get there."

Hermione smiled in return and got into the car, waving to Walpel and Elisa Yvonne who came out with them.

Watching the carriage gradually leave on the street, Mrs. Vopel took her sisters back, "Don't worry too much, you will find your sister."

The carriage quickly arrived at the location of the dinner, the home of local wealthy businessman Ferris Emile Drews.

After getting off the carriage, Voss and Hermione were led by the waiter to the banquet hall. Many people were already here, but Hermione didn't recognize them. However, there were a few young women in gorgeous clothes who kept looking at Voss and wanted to come up. He looked a little hesitant again.

Hermione pulled Vos, "Vos, aren't you looking for a partner? I see there are many suitable ones for you across the street."

"That lady is good, elegant and temperamental; and the young and beautiful one in front of her; the one leaning against the window is also good, beautiful and plump."

Voss came directly to the dining table and took a glass of fresh milk to drink:

"Hermione, I think there are quite a lot of rich people here, which is very suitable for you. Didn't you always say that you are poor before? You can give it a try. I am satisfied with my current life and I don't need it for the time being."

Hermione also picked up a cup of black tea and drank it. The white dining table was set with exquisite snacks and dinners, and the waiter next to her was frying steaks and other foods according to the needs of the guests.

Hermione doesn't need to eat or drink unless necessary, so she has no interest in these, so she might as well find someone first.

"Voss, is your uncle here?"

"Already here. I just asked Ferris's housekeeper what my uncle was talking to Stephenson and Ferris. Just wait a moment."

At this time, a girl walked out of the hall next to her. After seeing Voss, she came over excitedly and quickly put the snacks in her hand on the table next to her. "Voss, you are finally here. Dad will be out soon."

Then he looked at Hermione again. Vos took the girl on his arm and introduced Hermione, "This is my friend Hermione. I came to see my uncle for something, so I brought her."

The girl looked at her suspiciously, and Voss introduced the girl to Hermione: "She is my uncle's daughter, my sister Mary Anne Brudenell."

"Hello, Mary."

"Hello."

Hermione and Mary saluted each other. Mary was wearing a light baby blue dress, with slightly curly dark blond hair tied with a delicate bow, green pupils, soft facial features, and a girlish childishness.

"She's a beautiful girl! I think Rua." Hermione commented in her heart.

"Okay, it's time for you to go and be with your friends. I'm waiting for your dad here. I'll talk to you later."

Mary looked at the two of them and went to find her friend with a little doubt.

After a while, three people walked out of the room inside. One of them had gray hair and bright eyes; one was somewhat similar to Voss, slightly older, with three-dimensional features; the last one was obviously shorter, a bit paunchy, and his figure was not as good as the previous one. Both hold up so well.

The white-haired old man said something and then walked to another hall. After seeing Voss, a man similar to Voss came over with the pot-bellied man.

"Uncle, Uncle Ferris."

Earl Brudenell's hair was mixed with white hair, his face had some wrinkles, and he was about the same height as Voss; Ferris, who was traveling with him, had a receding hairline and a significantly protruding belly.

Earl Brudenell, who came in front of him, had already noticed Hermione next to him. He frowned and responded to Voss, and then said with a serious face:

"You are already quite old and still working in such a dangerous position. It's time to find a wife."

He looked at Hermione again:

"You haven't introduced this lady to me yet?"

Hermione stepped forward and saluted and replied, "Hello, Earl Brudenell, Mr. Ferris, my name is Hermione Evanna, just call me Hermione."

It would be better to omit her last name. Evana inherited her mother's name, so it is not considered fake.

Brudenell nodded, showing a troubled expression.