Mystery: The Fool's Witch Angel

"Thank you for your secret intervention. This should be the fugitive who was arrested. Unfortunately, his face is completely mangled, so I can't compare who it is."

"You're welcome. This guy is such a loser. He doesn't even dare to fight with a gun. No wonder he became a fugitive."

Father Braun put away the pistol and thanked Hermione, the spectator next to him. She must have broken this man's hands just now. There was something wrong with his reply.

Although she didn’t know how she did it, intuitively there was no one else besides her.

The group of stunned young people who had just come in were still watching from a distance, doing some vigilance work.

The few villagers who had not dispersed, or whose homes were nearby, were looking around with black shotguns, taking a look at the new group of people next to the deceased.

After checking that there was no problem, Braun asked the new clergy to go to the nearby villagers to get some sticks and branches to surround the place, waiting for the police to come to deal with it. They would then burn it or pull it back.

"You should be about to spit it out. There is no need to force yourself. No one will laugh at you."

Hermione patted the shoulder of Mila Gross, who was looking very bad, and asked her to go to the straw field on the roadside and bend down to vomit.

The clothes of the clergy here are more slim and convenient, and they are not like the Christian robes that I saw in the past where the whole body is covered and the face is exposed. They are mainly humane, otherwise ordinary people will be too hot to wear them on hot days.

After Father Braun explained the precautions to the villagers watching, he led everyone back to the church.

"You will also experience it in the future. It may be more dangerous than this. Remember that the Lord of knowledge will always be with you and me. Be good at using your own wisdom to solve it. Don't feel afraid."

"We understand. Thank you for your teaching, Father Braun."

The newcomers listened to Father Braun's daily life on the bench. Apart from the basic work of the clergy, most of them were mediating trivial issues among the villagers, as well as timely persuasion and providing some spiritual comfort.

Hermione was watching from the back row as they learned their first lesson in life. The daily life of a clergyman was not very interesting. On the contrary, it might be a bit boring.

Going to a troublesome village is even more tiring, and you are easily targeted and deceived by evil gods. Only those who can resist the loneliness of the soul are those with firm faith.

After a while, everyone had already dispersed, or went to clean and organize the rooms where they would stay tonight.

Hermione took out an old book with a rolled-up cover from the rotten bookshelf and read it. It contained the experiences, insights, and truths of some ascetic monks hundreds of years ago.

Part of it belongs to St. Christopher. He grew up as a child of an ordinary shoemaker. With piety towards his faith, he kept reading and pursuing knowledge, and was admitted to the seminary, the predecessor of Beglit University.

After graduation, he started out as a low-level ascetic, spreading the faith of the Lord of Knowledge among villages. Step by step, he rose from a second-class priest to a presiding priest and a bishop... and finally became a saint and entered the heaven of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom to serve Him. about.

This is the best example. It seems that the Church, the God of knowledge and wisdom, knows how to inspire people.

Another day, I can suggest that Pope Derrick can also represent some inspirational figures to inspire the lower-level clergy, which will also be beneficial.

Unexpectedly, this man who looked like an old man was actually younger than himself. No, I am not old. I will always be 18 years old. There is no need to compare myself with him.

Most of the people who followed were able to leave their names as names in churches in various places, and there were also some outstanding representatives of women, such as St. Ottini and Kamari of the town of Kamari, who could also leave a small biography here.

Hermione, who sensed the person's arrival, closed her book and looked out the door.

Two people in police uniforms and a man in civilian clothes came in together. Braun put down his broom while sweeping the floor and went to negotiate with them about the case at noon today.

"That person should be the bodyguard of the fugitive remnants of the Anhalt family! What a pity, Father, you should have kept him alive.

This will help us quickly find clues about the absconding Friedmann Anhalt and his brother Ott Anhalt, both of whom are carrying very dangerous items. "

The man in casual clothes spoke with regret.

"There is no way. Who asked this guy to run and kidnap the child? The angry villagers don't care about this."

"He deserves it, so he has to let the dead speak. Father Braun can borrow the room here."

"Okay, please come with me."

The two policemen turned around and walked out to deal with the scene.

The man in civilian clothes followed Father Braun to the back, probably preparing to channel the deceased to inquire about the deceased. It had not been long now, and there was still a lot of information.

Hermione, who was on the sidelines, was also here in a very simple disguise, so that until now they had not noticed that there was someone sitting on the bench.

Taking out a small mirror, Hermione also planned to see what this Anhalt was. There was never too much information.

Some illusory and pale spirit appeared in the mirror, and next to it stood the man in civilian clothes. Father Braun was not with him.

"Why did you come to the village to hold the villagers hostage? This will not help you."

"Of course I know that we want to exchange the priest as a hostage so that he can be useful."

"Where are Friedmann Anhalt and Ott Anhalt?"

"I don't know. After they assigned me the task, they dispersed and said they would come to me automatically after I succeeded."

"Where did they disappear?"

"Garcia Town and Fenebaud."

"Is Edward Anhalt real?"

"Master, he, he..., I don't remember."

The spirit body then collapsed and dissipated, the result of forced intervention by external forces. The man in plain clothes seemed to have expected it and sighed. No wonder he was so sorry after hearing that there were no survivors.

Anhalt must be one of the masterminds behind what happened last night. He seems to have a pretty big background.

Last night, the Lyman family and the Walter family almost got into a fight because of this kind of youth idol drama. Fortunately, the two old men were human beings. The thing had already happened. As long as it had good results, it didn't matter what the process was like.

'And the town of Garcia, what a coincidence. '

I hope that the church personnel who dealt with the problem at the front will deal with them and don't bring any bad things to Garcia Town to hinder themselves.

Hermione put away the mirror and continued to read on the bench as an outsider.

The civilians inside came out together with Father Braun, said a few words of caution and then left.

The new priest at the back opened the door and walked out. They had just tidied up inside, and were also curious about this man in civilian clothes. They thought it was related to the case of the deceased just now.

In the afternoon, some villagers came to Father Braun to teach and preach. Most of them were about neighborhood disputes and conflicts between husband and wife.

Bored Hermione stayed here until dark. She might as well walk all the way and kill the cultists herself when she saw them.

Riding a flaming chariot and running over them, no one dares to block the way.

When there were only a few wisps of orange on the western horizon, Father Braun was preparing to leave the church with a group of new priests, and then he noticed Hermione on the bench.