Mystery: The Fool's Witch Angel

"Ms. Hermione, I didn't expect you to love my silly son so much. I'm sorry to delay your schedule."

Mrs. Dermot, who kept talking about the scene, had already learned that Hermione had agreed to her son's request. Her expression was a little hesitant, and she looked at Hermione under the black veil a few more times.

I found that my inner affection for Hermione was constantly increasing, as if there was a voice telling me to say yes. Also considering that it would be bad to delay others, I was momentarily confused.

When Salmont came out, he saw a few people chatting and couldn't help but join in. After understanding the general situation, he spoke.

"This is very good! It will help Hans grow up. Let me test Ms. Hermione's ability to master various languages!"

"Really, it's okay with your help."

Mrs. Dermot glanced at Samant, and after thinking for a while, she felt that it was nothing. Anyway, she was very satisfied, so she decided to follow her heart.

Hermione passed these simple translations naturally. After all, she had traveled all over the country back then. She had never learned anything or seen anything, so she really couldn't use divination.

"Ms. Hermione, I didn't expect that your language skills are very good. I even want you to come here to translate all kinds of books."

Samant continued to praise Hermione, told Mrs. Dermot about the results, and left in time to receive the next visitor. He couldn't help but take a few more glances.

"Sister Hermione, I knew you would succeed." Hans was the most excited and jumped in front of Hermione. If he hadn't been in the church, he would have jumped up and circled in celebration.

"Mom, you see what I said is right."

"My little Hans, please be careful with your appearance."

Mrs. Dermot could only keep reminding Hans about the etiquette he should pay attention to in public, but she did not directly stop him. They were a newly rising class of citizens, and their etiquette requirements were much simpler and more practical.

"Ms. Hermione, you can also move to our place. After all, the hotel here is similar to the house on Overly Avenue. It's really hard to imagine that you stayed for so long."

"Maybe it's because I often explore deep mountains and jungles and have more experiences, so I don't care so much about these things anymore."

Of course not, I care about it too! After Hermione chose her room, she hired someone to clean it, and she used magic to clean it again. With her own special aura, even microorganisms did not dare to come near her residence, let alone others.

Innkeepers have recently lamented that there are no rats, cockroaches or other small guests in their shops. Is it because the God of Knowledge and Wisdom has appeared and given blessings to believers that his business has improved a lot recently?

"Then I have to trouble you, the great adventurer, to tell Hans more about the dangers outside. It's good for children to be curious, but they often forget that there is an old mother behind who is worried about him."

"Not everyone is suitable to go to the outside world. Sometimes the dream weaved at home is also the best destination for you."

Hermione and Mrs. Dermot looked at each other understandingly, and Adai watched Hans follow the two people in front.

Today, many people with shabby clothes and dirty bodies came here. Since Salmont became a doctor, believers who could not afford to go to the hospital for treatment have come here to seek hope. Father Gerhardt asked them not to drive them away, and they could come if they wanted.

Avoiding the poor people who came to seek help, Mrs. Dermot said goodbye to Hermione on the Marble Square. They came at a very fixed time, just enough to avoid subsequent visitors.

"Ms. Hermione, I will ask the coachman to pick you up at the hotel later. You can go back and get ready. See you in the afternoon."

"Sister Hermione, see you in the afternoon."

Hermione waved goodbye to Hans and Mrs. Dermot as they left. She could feel that Salmont seemed to have something to say to her, and she had noticed all his actions in the past few days.

Stepping out of the intact marble square, Hermione walked back to the hotel.

There were many carriages pulling oak barrels on the roadside. Hermione and I went to the street of the hotel and stopped at the bar next to the houses on the opposite side.

Employees waiting outside began loading and unloading oak barrels. The mellow fragrance filled the streets, attracting many people to watch.

"Beautiful lady, you are back!" The hotel owner didn't know why he was so enthusiastic about Hermione these days, and he took the initiative to say hello when he saw Hermione.

"The latest batch of white wine from the Baden Valley has been shipped to the opposite side. Madam, you can come and try it if you are free tonight. Although it is not as good as the mixed wines in big cities, it still has a unique flavor. There are also pure barley and hops. There are also many types of craft white beers and dark beers, sour beers should be suitable for you.”

The southern countries have thoroughly preserved their traditions, and the craft beer and wine are also very suitable for Hermione's taste.

People here generally like ham, sausages, and sausages made from pork, which are delicious when eaten with whole-wheat bread with sauce.

Of course it has to be fried or grilled, so that the aroma is better preserved. Boiling it and mixing it with salad made Hermione a little awed.

Due to the constraints of life, few people here can often eat these things. Most of them eat products such as sea fish, or sell sea fish to other places in exchange for meat, so as to save costs by making their own.

"Lucius, I'm leaving here. I promised someone else to be his tutor for a while. Thank you for your warm hospitality."

The owner of the hotel was Lucius Shuze. He became familiar with Hermione who was walking around in the past few days. He felt a little regretful when he saw Hermione leaving and going upstairs.

"Hey, stay away and don't hinder my business. Who wants to come to my store with you at the door?" Lucius saw the beggars outside and slowly pushed them to the door of his store, and hurried to drive them away.

Hermione returned to the bedroom to simply pack her things, folded the newly bought dresses and put them in the suitcase. With a traveler here, she wouldn't have to worry so much. Feel free to go wherever the world is safe.

Seeing Hermione coming down with the suitcase, Lucius ignored the people staring outside and hurried forward. As a middle-aged man, he couldn't help but have a certain mellowness that made Hermione think he was one of those salesmen.

"Lucius, shopkeeper, what can I do for you?"

"Beautiful Ms. Hermione, can you have a meal before leaving? I'm ready."

Looking at the embarrassed Lucius in front of him, he was about the same height as himself, which seemed a bit funny.

However, Hermione also understood that in addition to meeting some tall people from better families, most of whom were about the same level as herself, there were reasons such as malnutrition.

Also, he seems to be a bit taller, about 1.7 meters tall. This seems to be an inheritance brought about by family genes.

Following Lucius to a quieter cubicle, there was a meat platter on the table, including common local meats such as ham slices and sausages.

Creamy mashed potatoes that can be spread on bread; mixed vegetable salads such as tomatoes, cucumbers, and lettuce;

There is also the common staple whole wheat bread, with pate and jam on the side, as well as icing, you can choose according to your own taste;

My favorite puff pastry and goat cheese are also there, as well as a bottle of red mead from the Baden Valley.

'Why is it so grand? It doesn't serve mediocre sea fish or ordinary dishes like it does to fool ordinary tourists. 'Hermione didn't see so many varieties on the menu. The meat was basically a fish with a dozen variations.

"Lucius, shopkeeper, what are you doing?" Hermione just pretended to be stupid, shopkeeper, this was not your intention.

"That's right, Ms. Hermione, I see that you have been going to the church a lot recently. Have you encountered something? Or are you homeless? You see, I have been busy for half my life, so I have my own property here. Will you live here with me?"

Lucius' eyes were a little dodgey, he didn't dare to look directly at Hermione, he could only keep observing with his peripheral vision.

"Lucius, shopkeeper, with your conditions, you can find a woman in Kamari Town who can help you with your work. Why do you fall in love with me? If I am a liar and take away all your property, wouldn't you be in vain? I’ve been busy for half my life.”

Hermione wanted to laugh a little, but she didn't expect that the reason for preparing so grandly was to confess to herself. Unfortunately, she was a walking disaster, and there would be no good outcome if she got too involved with herself.

"I believe Ms. Hermione that you are not such a person, and I am willing to dedicate my property to you."

At this time, Lucius looked at Hermione with fascination through the black veil, and the intoxication on his face showed that he was still in his imagination.

'Are you affected by your own charm? I am really guilty! 'Hermione thought that she had to correct Lucius quickly. He might have been like this because he had been suffering for too long before.

"I'm sorry, I'm engaged to someone else, and I often wander outside."

Hermione secretly stimulated Lucius's spirit, asking him to wake up and hear these words so that he could give up on herself.

I didn't lie to him. I was engaged to a girl more than a thousand years ago, but I didn't become an iron-blooded knight. Nor did she have a child with a man like her mother did before she was promoted.

"Is that so? Yes, a lady with such a temperament is not simple at first sight."

Lucius skipped the previous steps and drank the red mead, and the sweetness in his mouth turned into bitterness.

Hermione, who was sitting opposite, found a reason to leave here. There are always some regrets in life. I hope you can let it go away!

When they arrived at the door of the store, the coachman was already waiting here. He asked Hermione about her identity and took her to Geisler's house. The road is a bit old and bumpy when walking.