Mystery: The Fool's Witch Angel

When it was completely dark and the telegraph office was getting ready to get off work, Hermione waited for Colomber's reply.

She has encountered some things recently and is quite busy, so sometimes she cannot reply in time.

As for what it was, she didn't say anything. Hermione also knew that she was a strong woman like herself.

Friedrich left a sentence in his last diary before disappearing.

"Our beliefs are equal."

Further forward are some daily church affairs, as well as complaints about things encountered.

The 'Hothouse Garden' incident has been clearly resolved. The Keeper team has brought back the source of the contaminant, a thorn vine that exudes desire and vitality.

Its evaluation is only a second-level sealed item that barely reaches it, and it doesn't seem to involve a higher level of power, otherwise it will stay where it is and let the team of keepers deal with it.

Some disasters broke out in Stuttgart before, which caused the church to step up its efforts to clean up heretics and secret organizations. No one will dare to show up in the short term.

Colombel told Hermione not to worry about this and just concentrate on her own affairs. After that, she could go to Berglit City to talk to her when she had time.

After reading it, Hermione felt that they must be hiding something from her, and something was obviously not right.

Although I helped clean up the heretics yesterday, there is no need to emphasize it.

The problem is not too serious. Even if the original demon goddess descends, I am still confident enough to run away. If I run back to the church and sit down, no one can do anything to me.

After greeting Father Brandt, who was also preparing to go to the banquet, he went to pick up tonight's protagonist, Edmund Winter.

In the darkness of the town, Hermione jumped down from the leaves and came to the wooden roof.

Below, Edmund Winter is sitting on a haystack eating bread.

Hidden in the darkness, she watched Edmund, who went for a swim in the lake after eating the bread.

It is already late autumn, and the temperature of the lake is not something that most people can bear.

Just when Hermione thought he had become somewhat normal, Edmund crawled into the mud pile and rolled around again, making the sound of opening and closing his mouth.

She almost couldn't help but let him fall asleep physically on the roof. For the sake of the people around her, she endured and continued to watch these weird behaviors.

Edmond ran to the shore and suddenly stood upside down on a tree. He held the trunk of the tree with his hands and pretended to climb the tree, but his body kept retreating.

Did he discover himself? Hermione weaved the silk into a hammock and waited for the right moment.

If this thing is frightened, it will be bad if he doesn't dream.

When the crimson moon came into the sky, the only sounds in the surrounding environment were the sounds of small animals. Hermione controlled the spider silk hammock to land in front of the wooden house.

Inside, Edmond had fallen asleep on a pile of straw. With the faint moonlight, he could see that there was a small table inside with some of the things he had found.

Take out the badge and arrange the prepared moon flower essential oil, night vanilla powder and other spiritual materials.

Peace, soothing the restlessness in her heart, dispersed, and the scenery around Hermione began to be separated, like separate areas.

There was no trace of Edmund Winter in the wooden house. He was holding a rope on a spruce tree that grew upside down in the clouds, tying a fish that was wandering nearby.

The fish's fins are spread out like wings, with feathers, and they glide away from the rope.

Edmund climbed on top, rowed some logs he had tied with straw rope, and sailed on them.

The threads pulled Hermione to him and he continued walking, not noticing Hermione.

"Don't you think you're weird?"

Edmund turned his head to look at Hermione who was suddenly frightened and fell down. Below was a large lake full of silt, and a black figure with hair full of venomous snakes, with intact body curves.

A spear with brilliant patterns and silver light appeared in his hand. His eyes were full of determination, and the spear was filled with fire and burned the black shadow.

When he was about to fall into the mud, a group of people appeared below, holding the fallen Edmond and running and cheering. Colorful flowers sprinkled into the sky and fell.

Sitting in the spider silk hammock, Hermione was a little surprised that as an ordinary person, he could actually travel into the dreams of the residents of the small town.

It's not like that. He has a problem in his mind. He can't be treated as an ordinary person. It's just a good time to have a look at his mind.

"Miss, can I spend the evening with you? You are so beautiful!"

A rough man and a few men dressed as gentlemen surrounded Hermione who was sitting in the hammock, and the preparations in her hands had already begun.

"Don't dream about anything, go have some good fun."

She directly picked up the group of people and threw them far away. There was no need to care too much about ordinary people, unless they were like that John, sober and insulting themselves.

At this time, Edmund was already leading a group of people in the square, curling up and making strange movements, like a duck.

This group of people must have been imagined by him, because the people around him had normal dreams and were doing their own things without being affected.

Hermione, who had been observing for a long time, didn't feel anything unexpected nearby, and the white thing didn't appear again.

Edmund had finished chewing the purple periwinkle there, and then jumped to another place.

The people who were sitting independently and dreaming were united and came to the park covered with trees. However, the church next to it disappeared and became an open space with a few book pages scattered there.

Hermione jumped off the hammock and followed the crowd towards Edmund, who was standing on the high stone platform. He was wearing formal clothes and had a straight face, like a successful speaker.

Below were the flower farmers and others that Hermione saw today. The ladies were walking in the front. The men next to them should be their husbands, and that Renn was also there.

After these people came together and sat on the non-existent chairs on the ground, Edmond above was about to speak.

Hermione trembled all over, feeling very dangerous. She didn't know when she was surrounded by a white cloud.

Blinking his eyes, he found himself back in the wooden house in a black environment. Edmund Winter inside was still dreaming of his own dreams, but without those group dreams.

She actually kicked herself out. Sitting on the spider silk hammock, Hermione was stunned for a long time. The feeling was like meeting her natural enemy, the original witch, and she was kicked out of the dream the moment she was in a trance.

She stayed here and thought for a long time. When she looked at Edmund again, he fell asleep in his dream. Lying on the bed with a nightcap on looks very comfortable.

A reddish moon as big as a house accompanied him, and the pits on it were clearly visible.

Hermione quickly interrupted the scene. There are some things that cannot be recalled in memory now to avoid unnecessary trouble.

'Some things are better left alone and left to fend for themselves. '

After leaving here, she seemed to understand the cold treatment of the Church of Knowledge and Wisdom. These involved too many things, like a bomb wrapped in a mess, and it exploded when it was straightened out.

In a dark bedroom, Tatiana, wearing a holy white dress, opened the door and walked inside. Her blond hair naturally spreads down her back, exuding youthful vigor and beauty.