Mystery: The Fool's Witch Angel

After sending the question message, Hermione returned to the umbrella in the backyard of the church, where the rattan seats and tables were perfect for thinking alone.

Closing your eyes, you can see Edmund Winter, who is still unconscious, through the fragments of the mirror left behind. He had rolled into the pile of straw and got mixed up.

She didn't know whether to feel sad for him or for his family.

Being reduced to such a state of madness and losing the most basic rational thinking as a human being is very similar to those walking zombies who have lost control but are not as serious. They can only utter instinctive words influenced by the path.

The sound of the door opening sounded, and Hermione opened her eyes and looked at Alyssa, who was wearing a gray nightdress and standing at the door. The scars on her face had recovered after her own treatment, and her condition was getting better.

The small face, slightly rounded at the top and pointed at the bottom, looked at Hermione sitting in the courtyard with a hint of confusion.

Just as she was about to pull up her nightgown to wipe her eyes, Hermione climbed over the guardrail to the door, took her back and closed the door.

It's not a good idea to come out like this. It would be bad to desecrate the church. As expected, the psychological trauma suffered is too great. Being violently raped by that kind of guy must have psychological shadow.

"Get dressed first, and you should pay attention to your image at all times." She took the somewhat numb Alyssa to tidy up, and hoped that her parents would arrive soon.

At this time, Mrs. Renner stepped out of the carriage and came to the outside of a smelly livestock farm. Dressed in gorgeous clothes, she was out of place here. The servant asked the farm people to bring straws and help her lay a road through the mud to a simple wooden house in front. Otherwise, the dark and muddy mud below would give her nowhere to step.

She didn't know why she fell asleep last night, maybe she was too tired. When she woke up this morning, she was the only one in bed. She thought he had gone out early in the morning, until someone came to inform her that her husband was in front.

Another servant came on horseback on the road behind and hurried to her side. "Ma'am, the greenhouse garden area has disappeared. As of this morning, there was only a flat piece of dirt left there."

"Go and explain to Administrator Ernst first. Even if the thief steals the soil together, he can't run that fast."

Mrs. Lane also became confused. Could it be that the town residents dug up the garden that she and Catherine built together? I can't care about so much now. The most important thing is to go inside and see my husband first.

The servant who had received the order rode away again, and Mrs. Wren entered the inner place with her maid and footman. The smell of animal excrement here is not strong, it is very light, completely different from the smell outside, and there is still a faint fragrance.

The place at the source allowed her to see an unforgettable scene in her life. She no longer worried about whether the inside was dirty or not, and threw up while leaning on the rough log guardrail.

The maids and male servants beside him also had confused expressions. Only the two men on the farm who were leading the way didn't care, holding a pitchfork and a shovel and looking at it in amusement.

Ren was lying on a pig, with two sheep lying half-crouched beside him. The pig's limbs were also spread out, its breath was a little weak, its whole head lay on the ground, and its eyes kept moving. The lamb also bleated a few times and walked hard on its hind legs a few times.

They were all stained with a lot of dirt, especially the pile of red and black marks on Ren's body. He was still sleeping soundly behind the pig without being affected at all.

Mrs. Lane vomited up the breakfast she had eaten, wiped her mouth with a handkerchief, raised her head and saw the side view again, then helped her to the side and retched her throat, while the maid who held her hand kept helping her to smoothen her breath.

There was already a row of people standing near the feeding stall to watch the fun. They were farmers wearing rough clothes. They didn't make a sound, they just looked at it with mocking eyes while holding farm tools.

Mrs. Lane had never felt so embarrassed as she did now. After wiping it clean with her handkerchief, she threw it on the pile of wheat straw aside. With a look of discomfort and disgust, she moved her head away from the screen to order the valet and the people on the farm.

"Clean the master and take him back. Remember to clean them, especially those areas."

"Let's go to the greenhouse garden. No, let's go back first, take a shower and change clothes before we go." Mrs. Lane, who quickly went outside, ordered the maid and walked directly onto the waiting carriage.

"Madam, do you need to call the police on this?" the maid's weak voice sounded.

"This is embarrassing enough. Go back and ask someone to call the police. Anyway, everyone will see it and become a joke, and I am the pig." Mrs. Lane, who was sitting in the carriage, sighed against the back of the chair. Put your hands together and pray.

"Lord of knowledge and wisdom, I hope he can restrain himself from this time. Please forgive him for his previous sins."

She understood that someone was taking revenge on him, and it was not easy to save his life. She hoped that he would be able to return from his lost ways in the future.

As soon as I thought about that scene, I felt sick in my heart. I'm afraid it will happen again in the future! She helped the maid to vomit.

Behind the Garcia Church, Hermione asked Alyssa to wash and comb herself, helped her put on her usual brown and white dress, and braided her hair on her head.

In the past, others served me, but now I have to take care of everyone. It’s another reincarnation.

After making it, he took her to the church kitchen to eat something. Leya, the cook hired by the church, also added a layer of butter and cheese to her bread.

"Eat slowly here. Your parents will be here soon. Don't worry too much."

"Is that true last night? Sister, I seemed to have beaten the master with you inside."

"Shh." Hermione leaned close to her ear, "Don't tell anyone. Just treat it as a dream. This has passed."

Naturally, Hermione was not afraid of the retaliation of these people. If he dared to insult her, he would be sent on his way immediately. The church had no objection when they saw it. But Alyssa was different. Those people who wanted to punish her had many reasons and methods, and they did not need to take action themselves. It can be protected for a while, but it cannot be protected for a lifetime.

"Thank you for the dream."

"Stop crying and hurry up and have breakfast."

Hermione took out a handkerchief to help Alyssa wipe away her tears. Alyssa also put down the knife and fork in her hand, hugged Hermione and cried. She continued to comfort Alyssa by touching her hair and back.

Mrs. Leia, the kitchen manager who was chopping cabbage, also nodded approvingly at Hermione, knowing how to comfort the unfortunate girl.

Her husband, Uncle Reuben, came in with a big bag of food for today, with a playful smile on his face that seemed to have been held in for a long time.

"Leya, do you know? That Mr. Ren went to the sheep pen to spend the night with the pigs, and they were still sleeping together when he found them. The Lord of knowledge! Finally punished him with wisdom, those two poor pigs The lambs couldn't walk, the strong male goats fell aside from exhaustion, and the pigs were dying. Those animals were originally going to be served on their table today, but now it seems that no one dares to touch Master Lane's lovers."

"The Lord of Knowledge has appeared. He finally punished this damn businessman. It's good this way. It's good this way." Aunt Leia looked at Alyssa who was hugging Hermione.

When she came this morning, she also learned about the tragic experience of this girl. The Chamber of Commerce in Rennes was also suppressing the purchase price of their wine and crops. After a year of hard work, they could only make ends meet.

"Hahaha, he probably went to the Black Rose Night Market, and the prostitutes would not be willing to accept him. Who wants to treat himself like a pig? It's a pity that no one has that thing called a camera, otherwise he would take a picture, write an introduction, and send it to the Stuttgart Daily News If the Post publishes it, there will probably be a lot of royalties."