Mystery: The Fool's Witch Angel

"Hurry up and say it! I can't do it, and I can't help it. I suffered in this life, and I will be tortured by you after my death." Hong felt that if she had tears, she could wet Hermione.

"As expected of my good friend."

Hermione briefly talked about her thoughts with Red, prayed to the Fool on her behalf, and contacted the bug through the contract.

"If I die one day, you will definitely be involved. Remember to come and accompany me."

"Aren't you already dead now? It's okay. The Lord is very merciful. He is the ruler of the spiritual world. From now on, you won't be afraid of other people in the spiritual world."

Hermione quickly set up the candles and lit them. Red looked at Hermione with hatred while reading the notes on the paper in ancient Hermetic.

Not as good as the fools of this age

The mysterious master above the gray fog

The King of Yellow and Black who controls good luck

.........

Your devout devotee Hermione Evanna Thoren begs for your help.

I pray that you will guide the lost direction.

After Hong finished reading, the atmosphere in the room changed rapidly. The gray mist flashed past, and Hermione and Hong's consciousness came to the spiritual world. Their consciousness continued to rise, and they could vaguely see an ancient castle.

Red kept trembling, terrified to the extreme. Hermione couldn't help but tremble. She could feel that the great being had stared at her, his gaze penetrating her entire body.

The gray fog drifted over, and Hermione and Red were still in the room. It seemed that this prayer should be considered successful, and now they were waiting for the Fool to reply to his lost little lamb.

"I really hope you die one day and come to the spirit world to be my neighbor and live a stable life like this. In this way, I don't have to worry every day about what you will ask me to do. You still like to seek death as before."

"My lord has also noticed you. Don't you think it's okay?"

Hermione blinked at Red, trying to get away.

"I'll moisturize it first. Don't come to me except for delivering letters. If you want to peep, just go and peep on your own."

Hong's illusory figure disappeared, and the room returned to calm. Hermione remembered something. She had been with Red for so long and still didn't know what she had gone through in her lifetime to become like this.

His mouth was sewn shut, and he was extremely resentful. He refused to tell me even if he asked me several times in the past, and he stopped asking me later.

It was also time to change her honorific name. Hermione thought that it would be convenient to have this when she recovered. Maybe with the help of the Fool, she would be able to recover tomorrow morning.

"The Red Witch from the Sauron family, the forerunner of disasters and disasters, the seeker of ancient customs, Hermione Evanna Sauron who loves the unknown."

This is from before and could be changed a little.

Hermione thought about it and finally changed it to: the Red Witch from the Sauron family; the forerunner of disasters and disasters; the dedicated guardian of Pulitzer Harbour; and the travel-loving Hermione Evanna Sauron.

After Hermione was done, she lay on the bed and rolled over. She couldn't wait to show off. What would happen if everyone in Pulitzer saw her at the door tomorrow? Definitely hugging myself with excitement.

The night outside the window was calm, and the surroundings were shrouded in gray-white mist. Hermione rubbed her newly opened eyes and found a lamp on the table, where some of the novels and comics she bought were standing.

The table was against the wall. She hurried over and found a piece of letter paper used for school on the table.

Hermione sat down and started to read. She found that the writing on it was in Chinese, as if it were printed.

Her hands unconsciously clenched the paper. Isn't this the bedroom she lived in before coming to the other world? The surrounding places that are not obscured by gray fog are so familiar and nostalgic.

There were several books on ideological and political education placed next to the desk lamp. Hermione couldn't help but shed tears and hit them on the paper. The gray mist around them blocked her sight of exploration, and she could only be limited to this small area.

His own appearance in the mirror overlapped with that of Hermione Evanna, and it looked like he was himself.

"Hello! Traveler from another world, I'm sorry that I don't have much energy to help you now. I can help you erase the mark on your body, but you will become the cold and ruthless Hermione who can only drive disasters. ·Evanna Soren. Are you willing to be yourself again?

"Most of your anchors are traces of exploration and some legends left over from the past, and they point to that strange self. The imprint in your body can balance your divinity, which is not a bad thing for you. Your subsequent spiritual development The body is too fragile. Forced recovery will only make this an insignificant memory. Are you willing to lose it?

"Some things are cruel. You are not ready yet. I will tell you when you recover! Continue on your journey! Get your own position, enrich your humanity, stay true to yourself, and destiny will guide you in the direction , please don’t forget your original self.

Signed: The Fool"

Hermione quickly extracted a lot of information from the letter. Her tears became more and more unstoppable and wet most of the paper. She didn't dare to continue thinking. This was too cruel to herself! I put down the paper and fell on the bed, covering myself with the quilt and crying loudly.

In the early morning, there was a knock on the door, and Hermione woke up from the simple single bed. Her whole body was listless, her eyes were red, and she didn't expect that her real self couldn't even shed tears.

After briefly tidying up her clothes, she put on her newly bought light taupe plaid long coat, an off-white knitted crew neck sweater, and tied up a dark gray high-waisted long skirt. Hermione put on a black gauze hat to cover herself. Strictly.

When she opened the door, she saw Bonnie standing at the door with her suitcase. She looked in good spirits and was wearing a men's linen formal suit. Tobias, Les, and Dodge, who were closing the door next to them, also said hello to Hermione.

"Ancestor, are you worried about something? You see that you haven't buttoned your buttons properly and your clothes are not neatly laid out. If the old antiques at home who are obsessed with etiquette see it, they will definitely be taught a lesson. That's not right. You should teach them a lesson. almost."

Bonnie helped Hermione straighten out the wrinkles in her clothes.

"Let's go! It won't be good if you miss the time later."

Hermione suppressed her thoughts and asked everyone to eat something and go to the dock quickly, otherwise they would waste another few days.

On the pier, a medium-sized passenger ship had docked. Many people were getting on and off, and many workers were carrying luggage. Hermione, Bonnie and others stood not far away to say goodbye to each other.

"This is my messenger. When you call her, please be patient. She has a bad temper, or give her a few drops of high-end red rose essential oil."

Several people took a look at the lines of letters above, especially the last sentence, and almost couldn't help it.

"The ancestor deserves to be you."

"And my honorable name. Maybe one day I recover, you can read it and I will reply. My favorite ingredients are camellia, red rose, and goat's milk. Don't put it wrong."

"We'll remember."

"Goodbye, Ancestor/Ms. Hermione."

"Goodbye."

Hermione waved at them and watched them leave. This little episode is finally over, and the next step is my own business.

She walked aimlessly on the way back. Her dream last night was very clear. Can the gods also speak Chinese? Tell me after I recover. Is that really the case? Is there still some hope?

She didn't dare to think that way in her heart, but the thinking analysis brought about by the potion kept telling her that maybe this was the truth.

On the streets of the town in the morning, horse-drawn carriages pulling fresh sea fish quickly drove to various towns and Lange Castle. Small stalls were also set up on both sides for pedestrians and for them to rest and fill their stomachs.

Two local police officers in replica Loen police uniforms were collecting protection fees from vendors everywhere. People were helpless and resentful, so they could only spit at their backs.

Hermione, who was feeling messy inside, walked among them, feeling so quiet in the noisy surroundings. The police who were about to go to the next house also looked over curiously, wanting to see which house's daughter was running away from home again, and if they could be sent back, they would get a lot of thanks.

“Ms., you must be in trouble! Come and listen to God’s voice, God’s confession, and feel God’s comfort!

“In this time, there will be no worries or sufferings, only God and His happy people.

"What a wonderful divine sound this is!

The old man with gray hair, skinny bones and a stooped back was talking to Hermione while holding a conch as big as his palm.

His hair and beard were stuck into strips with dirt. He was wearing a jacket with only the outline of a cloth belt and half-ragged trousers. His whole body was dark and smelly. There were only one or two yellow teeth left in his mouth, and he didn't speak too fast. He found the melancholy Hermione.

"Old Taton, if you continue to talk nonsense like this, I will put you on the stake for trial later."

"Get out of here, don't disturb normal people."

The two policemen drove the old man to the grass nearby, where there was a half-ruined earthen wall. Many people in ragged clothes were squatting there, motionless. Not far away was a garbage dump where nearby vendors discarded garbage.

Old Taton jumped back there, one foot obviously could no longer bend. He put the conch to his ear and suddenly went crazy, falling to the ground and twitching continuously.

The people squatting next to him saw the conch in Old Taton's hand and quickly took it over. Not long after, another person fell to the ground and twitched with excitement.

The two policemen were not surprised by this and turned a blind eye. As long as they didn't cause trouble, they confined them there and let them fend for themselves.