Mystery: The Fool's Witch Angel

In the inner area of ​​Kamari Town, in a single-family three-and-a-half-story building with a large courtyard in the middle of West Street, Mrs. Almiron asked her servant to wait on the first floor below, and then went to the second floor.

This is where the ladies entertain themselves. There is a neat deck of playing cards on the table, a game invented by Emperor Russell to fight evil.

There are some bones, teeth, and plant specimens on the bookshelves on the wall; there is also a bookshelf filled with publications from various countries, some of which have not yet been opened.

Scattered mechanical parts were piled on boxes in the corner, along with some clear glassware.

Almiron saw that no one on the second floor came to the third floor, where several rooms were arranged for them to rest.

As she was walking in the aisle, she was pulled into the room by a hand. Salmont, who was wearing a white shirt, kissed her immediately and took off his clerical clothes on the blank gauze seat beside him.

"Why are you Salmont, where are Redman and Ortel?" Almiron was obviously worried. She didn't know why it was like this.

"They will be here soon, let's get busy first."

"Let's forget it! If Zolilia finds out, I don't even know how to face her."

"I love you, and I love Zolilia equally, and so does she. You don't have to worry."

Samonte didn't know why he was so excited and angry about what had just happened, and he took Mrs. Almiron back to bed. It's a pity for Mrs. Dermot, she has the prettiest face of them all.

There was a woman more beautiful than these, more beautiful than he had ever seen in his life.

She can actually make those movements, she must not be simple, maybe she comes from the same place as herself. Thinking of this, he was even more excited, completely ignoring Mrs. Almiron's pleading.

Maybe when your opportunity comes, will God send you some help? Since you ruined my good deeds, use yourself to repay it, and you must get her.

On the fishmonger's street, a man with a haggard face and listless spirit walked in staggeringly, supporting another man with his head lowered. He was wearing a somewhat tattered brown coat that was not buttoned properly. You could see that the white shirt inside was stained with dust. .

They forced themselves to look around, trying to find a place to hide.

People around them turn a blind eye to them. Such destitute people can see it every day, and tomorrow they may be themselves.

The man saw the homeless den against the low mud wall and quickly helped him inside. An old man stood up inside and quickly helped them inside.

"Save us."

The man held the old man's hand tightly, and the flesh and blood on his body continued to bulge and then dissipated and gathered in another place. The other man's body swelled a little, as if it was about to split.

"This is your destiny. God guided you to meet me."

The old man quickly asked someone to get them in, and then took out a white conch and put it next to their ears. Their frowns gradually relaxed.

They felt the noise outside reaching their ears, and then disappeared, as if they were back to the time when they were most comfortable.

The curses of the two policemen came here again. The old man didn't pay attention. He put away the conch and sat next to him. All he could do now was wait.

"Why did you let them escape? You even applied for a Level 2 Sealed Artifact. You are a bunch of trash." The middle-aged man with a tired face was furious at the three people in front of him.

"Director Perec, some accidents happened on the way. They took the residents of Amphenol Street as hostages. Nalio and Denman had some scruples and let two of them run away."

"Craig, you turned a deaf ear to what I said, and you are still dissatisfied with the rejection of your application."

"Don't dare."

"You guys go and clean up the aftermath."

The three of them then left here. Perec sat in a chair and read the new investigation report. Regarding the investigation of Miss Feina's origins, he opened the first page of the fairly thick investigation report and read it.

On the Geisler's backyard lawn, Hermione was playing ball with some visiting ladies.

Old Geissler, who came back a few days ago, saw these new products and thought they were good. After chatting with Hermione for a while, he planned to produce some and promote them. Then I went to discuss with my partners with some gameplay and rules I got from Hermione.

Hermione discovered that old Geisler was often away from home, or simply stayed in Langeburg, the capital of the Faroe Autonomous Principality, for business reasons. The town of Kamari was not far from there, about half a day's journey by fast carriage.

He probably had many lovers there, and it was more like a loveless marriage with Dermot. Anyway, he already had an heir, and each of them maintained a superficial relationship.

Hans had been having too much fun recently and was not paying attention to his homework. He was sitting on a chair next to the big tree and reading his homework.

Hermione thought there was nothing more interesting than watching everyone play a punishment that she couldn't play, otherwise it would not work to use appearance to get through.

"Ms. Hermione, your methods are very interesting. Also, this sportswear is designed for men, which is really convenient."

Orter sent the shuttlecock over, which seemed to suit her.

A tennis court was being built on a flat ground farther away, which she thought was good, as it didn't require much running or jumping around.

Hermione was here watching her play ball with Mrs. Redman opposite her, teaching them some rules and tricks.

Mrs. Dermot kicked the ball to each other on the small patch of ground with several other visitors, more like taking a walk and talking in detail.

Adai was also playing badminton with the girl named Zolilia, but many of them were scrapped due to quality issues and her excessive exertion.

Mrs. Dermot picked up the ball with her toes and kicked it into the net bag. The shoes on her feet were cushioned sneakers, which seemed to be fine for ordinary sports.

After everyone felt that it was almost done, they returned to the chairs under the big tree to rest. There were also two tables thoughtfully placed with some drinks and snacks on them.

"Zolilia, next time when your mother is well, remember to bring her to play with her. This way she will feel much better after exercising. Almiron's walking is unsteady because of lack of exercise."

"Thank you for your concern, Aunt Dermot. Mom can just take a rest. This is better than complicated words. I feel like I will be assimilated by those ancient texts if I read it again."

Next to them, Redman and Ortel wiped off their sweat with towels and walked over. They were wearing uniform pink long-sleeved sports suits, and their hair was tied back with a hair tie.

"Why don't you come to my house to play next time! Everyone takes turns."

"That's a good idea. I'm tired of those boring balls and banquets. It's better to have outdoor sports parties."

Hermione was wearing an off-white peaked cap, her long red hair was tied into a ponytail, she was wearing a gray-blue sportswear, and she had a slender body.

Listening to their conversation, I thought of the people outside and sighed. Then came behind Hans and watched him read his homework.

"Sister Hermione, you're putting me under a lot of pressure."

"I won't make a sound, just pretend I don't exist."

The current appearance reminded Hermione of those old antiques from more than ten years ago that were so bad when taking computer-based exams in school.

I was very unlucky to be stuck on the final submission page three times in a row, and then two invigilators accompanied me on the left and right to finish writing for the fourth time.

'I taught you this in class', 'I also focused on explaining this question', 'I didn't expect you to pass the exam, but you definitely didn't listen to my class well'.

Hermione didn't expect this feeling to be so comfortable, and her strange anchor knowledge had increased. As long as it could help her understand herself, teaching 996 was worth it.

Maybe it was because everyone saw Hermione standing behind Hans and watching, and the invisible attraction made everyone present move closer without realizing it. Hans: e(┬┬﹏┬┬)3

Inside the low mud wall, the old man pulled the little boy to two men lying on a pile of rags. The two men had soothing expressions and no pain.

The smell of rot and fish came from the surroundings, and the sea breeze stirred up the muddy sand on the ground from time to time.

"God's envoy, please let them return to suffering and save the world!"

Hearing this, the little boy put his hands on the body of the lying person, slowly closed his eyes, muttered words, and quickly integrated his hands into their bodies. In a daze, the little boy stood back next to the old man. The people on the ground began to move, pushing themselves up and vomiting violently.

"Brothers, welcome back. Just call me Old Taton."

"Can we talk in another place? Uh..." The man who spoke spat out gastric juice.

A few people came to the back of a dilapidated wooden house, surrounded by simple shelters made of wooden boards and rags.

The two people who were rescued by Old Taton still resisted a little, but they still chose to stay here out of affection.

"Thank you for your help this time. We have some things to do before we leave. How much do you want?"

"No, no, no, you have joined our brothers and sisters. You should help each other."

Old Taton had a smile on his face and looked at him as if he were looking at a junior. The people on the opposite side were also a little surprised. There was such a good thing. The flesh and blood on his face was constantly squirming, and the skin fragments were constantly falling off.

"In this case, let's take our leave."

After speaking, the fat man spit out the skin flakes on his lips and left with the people around him. Old Taton took the boy back behind the low wall, and the two people who had left also returned here.

"Hey, what are your names? When we meet for the first time, just call me Old Taton." Old Taton still looked at the two of them with the eyes of an elder.

The two of them tore off the fallen skin flakes from their faces and replied nonchalantly.

"My name is Ellen Hoffman/Daniel Hartman. Long time no see, old Tatton."