Mystery: The Fool's Witch Angel

Hermione was isolated from the noise of the outside world, her entire face hidden under a black veil, staring at the black thin-strap short boots on her feet.

In the eyes of outsiders, she was like someone who was angry with her family. Her negative emotions quickly spread around her, making those who watched her feel sad.

The white pigeon flew past, and Hermione raised her expressionless face, her light blue eyes dim. She saw the fountain gushing in front of her, the beggar who tried to steal the pigeon secretly, and the church employee who was angrily scolding him. In the hands of the employee The big bowl he was still carrying had a lot of rice grains.

Ignoring these, I walked into the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom. Father Gerhardt was not there, but a strange face.

Hermione found a seat and sat down. The God of Knowledge and Wisdom probably wouldn't mind her coming here to calm down. There was nothing to conflict with.

"Ms. Hermione, we meet again. Have you encountered any troubles?"

Father Gerhardt, who didn't know what was happening, sat down next to Hermione and asked like an old man about the troubles of the younger generations in the family.

"Father Gerhardt, where is your hometown?"

“I was born here in the town of Kamari, and by chance I had the opportunity to become a preacher for God, so I later returned to my hometown to fulfill my responsibilities.”

"It's great, right at home." Hermione looked at Father Gerhardt with a wry smile.

"Is there something wrong at home? I have never experienced the pain of being away from home, but I will be your most loyal listener."

"I may never go back to that place that I can't go back to." Hermione said without confidence. There should be a way!

"Isn't it just possible? You can't give up any opportunity you can seize. Even if you fail in the end, you have at least tried hard."

Father Gerhardt comforted Hermione. When he was young, he had been confused by the world and the world's experiences. In his opinion, this might be because Hermione was not mature enough.

"There once was a young man in this town who was called a genius. He was lucky enough to be admitted in the joint examination and went to a distant university to study. Far away from the morning of the town, the ocean of the town, and the people of the town.

"There, he was still a genius, but under increasing pressure and disappointment in reality, he also began to regress, and his grades were worse each time. Gradually, the teacher became disappointed with him, and his proud father also became disappointed. He hunched over and sighed, feeling that the people in the town were beginning to laugh at him and his incompetence.

"He ran away from the university, the town, and his parents in fear, and kept wandering around the countries like a ghost. Until that day, he met a person, a lifelong friend, who took him into the world of knowledge. The new palace.

"If you are confused, then look for your own answers. One day, you will encounter the answers. As a friend, I can only give these trivial suggestions.

After listening, Hermione sincerely thanked the priest. This time he did not use the name of God to explain himself, which showed that he really regarded her as a friend. It seemed that Father Gerhardt also had a very exciting life.

"Don't worry! Father Gerhardt, I won't be that fragile."

"It is a good thing to have fighting spirit, but forcing it on is not the answer. If you still have doubts, you can continue to come to me. God will not reject everyone who needs salvation. Only knowledge is eternal!"

"Only knowledge is eternal!" Hermione prayed to the Fool in her heart, hoping that this would still be possible.

After Father Gerhard finished speaking, he left here. He was the chief priest of the church and had a lot of things to deal with. Before he took a few steps, he was surrounded by several people, and then he continued to start his own persuasion.

"Ms. Hermione, your worries will only increase as you think about them. Why don't you go have a drink?"

The deacon Salmon Garn came to Hermione, and Hermione noticed that his ordinary appearance had changed a bit, becoming more handsome. Was it the change brought about by his potion?

"No, I just want to be alone now. Thank you Salmont, you are such a good person."

Wine is of no use to you, and drinking it won't relieve your worries, so it's better to stay calm for a while. Samant saw that Hermione refused no matter what it was. He could only leave angrily, looking back with some doubts as he left.

"Sister, is that you?"

The childish voice brought Hermione back to reality. The cute boy stood beside him a little excited, and the maid Ade standing behind him was looking after him.

"it's me."

Hermione turned her head and saw Hans in front of her. Her brown eyes reflected Hermione's appearance. His soft white skin and brown-blond hair looked really cute.

Seeing the innocent child, Hermione felt much better. She touched his hair and hugged him.

I don’t know how many girls I will be fascinated by when I grow up. Adele behind her was taking care of Hans dutifully, smiling at Hermione with her round little face. She was still wearing a black and white maid outfit, but this time there was a skirt that tightened around her waist, making her burden appear.

"Ms. Adai, it's not easy for you either!" Hermione also said to her.

"This is my duty. Thank you for the compliment, Ms. Hermione."

"Are you here?" Hermione realized there was something wrong with her words as soon as she said it. This is a church, and she is a believer in the God of Knowledge and Wisdom. It is normal to come here. It's only a problem if a pagan comes here to pray to his own god in his heart.

"We come here not only for daily prayers, but also for my mother to come here for medical treatment."

After Hans finished speaking, he pointed to the person in front of him, which was his mother Dermot. She was wearing a duck egg blue dress today, with a lace hat on her curly hair, and her face seemed a little melancholy.

Looking back, Dermot seemed to remember that it was Hermione, someone he had met a few days ago, and nodded. The girl's appearance was a bit special and beautiful, which she could not forget.

Hermione turned on her spiritual vision and saw Dermot. She found that there was nothing wrong with her body, but it might be caused by mental confusion. It would be better to find a psychiatrist. "I really want to recommend Audrey's friend Susie to you." '

Samant stepped forward and took Dermot to the back area. There seemed to be many people waiting behind.

'Does he still treat diseases, is he a pharmacist or a doctor? 'Hermione didn't pay too much attention to it. It was a good thing to be willing to treat everyone's illnesses. At least ordinary people could suffer less and have more hope.

"Sister, what are you doing here!"

Hans was a little curious when he saw that Hermione hadn't moved since she looked in front of her. She had been thinking there.

"I'm here thinking about what I'm going to eat later, what I'm going to eat tomorrow, and what I'm going to eat the day after tomorrow. No matter how much I think about it, I can't come up with an answer."

"Do you have to think about this too? I always eat whatever I have, and then study afterward. I have never thought about this."

Looking at Hans who was a little confused, Hermione raised her lips. Children are easy to fool. Adai, who had already sat down behind, also understood and was also suppressing a smile.

Hans looked at the two of them before realizing that he had been bypassed.

"Sister, how can you make fun of me? I respect you so much."

"Okay! If others want me to make fun of my sister, it's okay. In fact, I'm thinking about where to go next."

Hermione touched little Hans, comforted him, and let him lean against her.

"You can go home!"

"I can't go back to my home, my hometown."

"Is this so? I don't know, I haven't left home yet." Hans was lost in thought.

Looking at Hans who was suddenly confused, Hermione told him not to think too much, it was her own question.

After a while, Mrs. Dermot walked out talking and laughing, turned around and said goodbye to Salmont behind her, and walked towards here, while Salmont continued to receive the next person.

"Ms. Hermione, I didn't expect to meet you again. You can come to our home when you have time."

After a few brief greetings, Mrs. Dermot left with Hans and the maid Ade, not forgetting to wave goodbye to her.

"Sister, will you still be here tomorrow?"

"If nothing else happens, you'll still be here!"

"See you tomorrow, sister."

"See you tomorrow, Hans."

After sending Hans and the others away, Hermione was also preparing to go out for a walk. Maybe there would be some adventure. When she used to play games, she could occasionally open treasure chests in the grass and obtain rare props.

The sunlight caused some people to disappear on the street, and Hermione walked towards the street in the direction of her hotel. When passing by a stall, I randomly bought a pancake on the roadside. I didn’t know why I bought it. Was it because I saw the helplessness of the stall?

After passing the hotel and continuing to walk towards the fields at the far end, I don't know when, there was a dirty little boy walking next to me, swallowing his saliva and looking at Hermione's uneaten Dixie pie.

"Here you go, I don't have any anymore."

After the boy got it, he stuffed it into his mouth and said something incoherently. Hermione didn't hear clearly and left here quickly.