Mystery: The Fool's Witch Angel

After listening to several people sharing, Hermione followed them to the familiar study room, where was the new tutor, a mature lady.

He looks about thirty years old, and his appearance is pretty good. His hair is parted and tied to the back of his head. The overall look is dry and neat, with a hint of intellectuality and motherhood. At least some thought went into the selection.

"Hello, I am Alfred Beuile, Hans Emma and his family's current tutor. You are indeed as beautiful as Hans and the others said."

"Thank you, my name is Hermione Evenna."

After that, he went to see the excited Marilis and talked to her about the progress of the matter. After learning that there was still hope, he comforted Hermione not to blame herself too much.

After waiting for a while, Gessler, who hadn't left much, came back and felt a little guilty when he saw Hermione.He didn't keep his promise.

Hermione felt that he didn't need to feel guilty about anything. He was an outsider and should feel guilty about his wife and children. What do you think this is?

I told him about Dermot's situation and my plans, but of course the dangerous part was hidden.

"You are the authority on this, and we all trust you."

"I will work hard and never fail again."

Everyone in front of them was sitting on the sofa, looking like a neat family, which reminded Hermione of her own home before.

"See you next time."

"When is the next time, Sister Hermione."

"Soon, it will come soon."

After touching the heads of Hans and Emma and talking to them briefly, he left directly and returned to St. Christopher's Church.Better to avoid it in the future.

Jorah and Flagg, who had some complicated emotions outside, also came back, and it seemed that something had happened to them.

"Are you ready? We're leaving."

"Let's go, familiar sea, I'm back again."

"I don't really want to go. It's good to be on land."

The light came on, and several people waved goodbye to Father Gerhardt in front of them. The three of them went from the spiritual world passage to the destination of Port Aleser in the southern continent.

"Eh!"

After seeing off the guests, Father Gerhardt, who was a little melancholy, came to the back yard and opened the door, revealing Eva with a swollen belly.

When she saw the old man coming in, she quickly got up and put down what she was holding.

"I actually knew it even if you didn't tell me."

"Uncle Gerhart, thank you."

In the spirit world, Hermione directly wrapped the two people following her with spider silk. The strange creatures around her were afraid of her breath and did not stop the people who were teleporting at high speed.

Several powerful auras came at random, and she asked the two of them to close their eyes and raise their hair to drive them away.

As the light flickered, the three of them appeared in an independent courtyard, and the air around them became hotter.

Jorah and Flagg hurriedly took off their thick clothes, the heat wave was a bit intense.

"You are welcome to come. I have been waiting for a long time. The situation on the island cannot be delayed for too long."

A middle-aged man in formal attire with a medium build and slouched head walked out of the aisle on one side, followed by a mixed-race man with a yellowish complexion, and another one who was similar to Ma Xi in the Northern Continent.

"Are you Bahm?"

"Your Excellency Austin, I have long admired you. The next step is up to you, Jorah, and Flagg."

Several people sat on the tables and chairs in the yard and began to chat. Now it is a matter of sending Jola and the others to White Bird Island, and then going to Konot Island by themselves.

Bahm told them the latest information. There were problems with two new artillery pieces. The life of the barrels had expired and the brake reciprocators had been scrapped.

Relying on the cooperation of other old-fashioned artillery positions, it is still possible to suppress the indigenous mixed fleets of Intis and Feneport, but the artillery shells cannot appear out of thin air.

There are also a large number of injured people who need medicines, and now they can survive on it, which is completely a humanitarian check issued by Si West.

"Let's go to the arsenal. Are there any difficulties?"

Hermione felt that Bahm was completely walking and talking, but now it was a little detoured, and there must be some problem.

"Colonel Knox, the leader of Loen here, said that our part has been urgently transferred to support South Olite State. Let us wait for the next time."

"Are you sure those things are in there?"

"Sure, I'm still sure of this."

"Lead the way, let's go."

Bahm led the three of them out of the yard to the streets outside. There were people of mixed race from the northern and southern continents, and there were a lot of patrolling indigenous police.

Just walking through this street, Hermione had already noticed that many people were staring at her strangers, standing in a skillful and natural way.

There are also fights in the streets. The patrol police have no eyes at all, and they only protect people who are traveling with accompanying people.

She avoided the 'innocent children' who happened to bump into her and followed Bahm for a while.

The warehouse near the edge of the city was guarded by several rows of Loen soldiers, and Bahm quickly went over to identify himself. The other party went in and announced how many people were left here.

Not long after, a middle-aged man wearing Loen's red colonel uniform came out to greet them, as enthusiastically as a friend he hadn't seen for many years. There was a bullet grazing wound on the wrinkled face.

"Bahm, come in and have a cup of tea together. The military supplies will be here soon."

He noticed that Hermione next to him quickly stepped back and was alert. The aura emitted by the other person was terrifying and oppressive.

"Colonel Knox, we really can't delay this any longer. If this continues, our people will surrender to them. By then, we will be able to win something for everyone."

"It seems that you are well prepared, so take it away and don't expose us."

Knox, who had a complex expression on his face, led Bham and his party in. Some Loen soldiers resting around looked at the strangers curiously.

After asking the soldiers to open the door of a warehouse, Knox asked them to leave directly and took these people in with him. Let’s see how you can carry so much.

There were tall dark green square boxes piled inside, ranging in size, as well as artillery parts wrapped in oil paper. The middle aisle spilled into the dark depths inside.

"They are all here, 9190 artillery shells of various types, as well as 10 rounds of custom-made gunpowder bullets, and supporting parts for various maintenance."

"You actually have so much backlog. Do you know that we are dying every day?"

Bachem was so excited that he grabbed Knox's collar. They had all bought these with money and had already agreed on the transportation agreement. He didn't expect the other party to be so shameless.

"I am giving face to the strong man next to me. I can only carry out the orders from above. Everyone is their own master."

"Are the parts for the new artillery also in it?"

"Of course, we will continue to do business later, and our credibility cannot be lost."

Knox unwrapped the oil paper, which was indeed the replacement barrel of the new A-130 artillery gun and the repair parts underneath.