Mystery: The Fool's Witch Angel

After a while, Hermione's strength dissipated and she returned to her balanced state, looking at the chaotic village with a hint of weakness.

I don’t know how many ordinary people in more remote places have been deceived and abducted onto the road of death. Perhaps for them, death is also the best ending, and life is even more difficult.

The frost at the door of the church was broken, and Vere and Legilai who came out to check saw an incredible scene. The surrounding houses had been destroyed, and some of them had charred foundations.

A girl hangs in the square, her black hair flying. The square is covered with spider silk that appears from nowhere, densely packed along the debris and extending to the sky.

The dark clouds in the sky are dispersing, and the renewed sunlight makes the square and surrounding things clearer.

There was half a corpse in the girl's hand. The black flames were burning continuously, and drops of black sticky substance were falling. Weir and the others couldn't see what was inside.

Four people were lying side by side on the ground below the girl, including some of the people who had just come to their rescue.

Sensing the person behind her coming out, Hermione eliminated the threads and threw the body to the ground, while the black flames continued to burn.

He also fell to the ground, the time was almost up, just like his peak experience card, his hair naturally fell down behind.

Will and Legira overcame the fear in their hearts and walked over cautiously, looking around from time to time, fearing that something else might come out.

Hermione turned around and asked expressionlessly, "Are the villagers okay?"

Will and Legira were stunned by the beauty of the girl in front of them, and the strange charm of her facial features attracted them both.

The two restrained themselves and replied, "The villagers are just a little panicked, but nothing happened."

"It's okay, at least I didn't let them down." After Hermione finished speaking, she turned back and looked at the four people lying in front of her. Diego and Garnier were breathing weakly, and Delphine and Roddy were still smiling, with their eyes and nose open. The blood at the corner of his mouth has turned into blood stains.

"Have they already..." Weir said with difficulty, it was a bit difficult for him to accept.

"Two seriously injured, two left, you read that right." Hermione covered the dead man's face with her coat, then sat on the glove box next to her and turned to look at Will and Legira.

"Am I useless? I am too arrogant and ignore the dangers that I should be aware of. I can handle it myself, and I naturally think that the people around me can also handle it. If I could be more prepared, this wouldn't be the case."

Light blue pupils looked at the two of them, with no sadness or other expressions on their faces.

Will and Legira were trying to control their impulses, and Hermione's unconscious charm affected them both.

"Sorry, my breath will affect you. I will try to control it." Hermione took out her glasses and put them on. The sleeves of her white lace shirt and loose breeches were somewhat damaged.

"Please appease the villagers! Someone will handle this soon. You still have a heavy task." Hermione continued without giving them a chance to speak.

Weir and Legira didn't know what to say, they had never had these experiences.

In the open space next to Hermione, a woman wearing a long black dress appeared. She had brown hair pulled up, a high nose, and dark and deep eyes.

He said to Weir and Legira: "Everything that happened today should be kept secret as much as possible."

The two left and walked into the church. The woman in the black dress looked at Hermione.

"Thank you for your timely help. His Majesty the Pope is dealing with the escaped person. Let me introduce myself. I am Grant Clenath Rand, one of the cardinals of the Church of the Night Goddess. I am in charge of Pulitzer. piece of parish.”

"My name is Hermione, you should know where I come from."

Hermione replied without energy, it would be better if you came earlier. In fact, you have to come quickly, because it ends here very quickly, in a short moment.

"Because of this, we believe you. Everyone has done a good job this time. In such a short time, the casualties have been kept to a minimum. The deceased will return to the goddess's kingdom to rest in peace. Praise the goddess!"

Then a black wave dispersed, and Will, Legira and others all felt a sense of calm and tranquility that soothed their inner fatigue, and Hermione herself calmed down a little.

Knut crawled out of the rubble of the Steam Church, spat out gravel and sand from his mouth, and ran quickly outside the village.

Just as he was about to move his legs, he felt a wave of darkness coming from all around, and his whole person disappeared.

Darkness appeared, and Knut fell in front of Hermione and Grantster. When Knut saw Hermione, he thought of something, and ran away in fear. Spider silk quickly entangled his hands and feet.

"Is there anything you want to say?" Hermione asked.

"You traitors, God will definitely punish you." Knut shouted,

"Are you going to take it back for questioning?" Hermione asked Grantster

"No need, people with weak faith will only stain our hands," Grantster replied.

Hermione controlled the spider thread to tighten it, and after watching it was almost done, she threw it into the pile of black flames and burned it to ashes.

The black flame then extinguished, revealing a pure white bone. Kiefer's remaining characteristics seemed to be melted into the bone, exuding a foul smell from time to time.

Hermione looked at the bones and said, "You can take these things too! After all, you are more suitable to handle them."

I haven't recovered yet, and I can't find any good craftsmen to make magical items with little negative effects. Why don't I exchange bonus points for the two sisters to live on.

"The police will come to deal with it soon. Their auras have stabilized. I will recycle these characteristics first and take them back to seal them. If you have anything, you can come to me."

Grantster said goodbye and left, leaving Hermione a silver bracelet engraved with fine runes, and then disappeared into the square with precipitated properties. At this time, the sunlight above Hermione's head was only slightly tilted than when it came in.

Outside the miscellaneous circle surrounding the square, two carriages appeared, with several people and a girl getting out.

Passing through the pile of debris, Greg saw four people lying in the open space in the middle, two of them covered their heads, and next to them sat a girl with glasses, with black hair tied behind her back, who was lost in thought about something.

The girl who was following Greg suddenly cried when she saw the person lying in front of her.

"Calm down, Lina, wait until you see your brother before you speak, no matter life or death."

Greg held Lina, who was wearing double braids, with one hand and continued walking. Seeing several people in police uniforms approaching, Hermione stood up and took out her ID.

"The villagers are all in the church, and there are probably some at the Storm Lord's Church as well. Let them deal with it and go home! It's said that the disaster has passed."

"Put them on the car and have someone take us back to Yorktown." Hermione pointed at the four people on the ground.

"Yes, sir." Greg asked his men to put Diego and others into the car, and Hermione got on the carriage and left.

Weir heard the cry and walked out with the help of Legira. Linna saw Weir who was covered with bandages and cried. Greg also walked up and asked the villagers to come out to clean up the debris. After looking at Weir .

"You should understand a lot this time. Don't show off casually in the future. Listen to me more. Your father died in these conflicts."

After Greg saw the dark clouds, he ran to Weir's house to take a look, and found that Weir was not there. Linna, who was looking after the store, felt something was wrong and wanted to take a look. Just as the news from above was sent, he and everyone hurried over.

Looking at the damaged houses and the ground, Greg had a headache. Was this a battle? You have to deal with it yourself.

Weir next to him choked up and said: "My friends all died in front of me. I really couldn't do anything. If it weren't for Legira and they didn't come in time, I might have died. The killer killed us one by one. , enjoying our fear, there is nothing I can do.”

"You are very brave, aren't you? You have been accompanying me to search and rescue the villagers. Because of this, the goddess will always protect us." Legira said, hugging Will.

"Brother, just be okay. Mom and I are very worried about you." Linna felt relieved after seeing that her brother's life was not in danger.

"At least most of the people in the village are still there." Greg didn't know how to comfort him. He patted Weir and then walked to deal with the problem.

In the square, villagers came out one after another to clean up debris.

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