Mystery: The Fool's Witch Angel

In the dining room, Mrs. Dermot finished drinking the sour wine and looked at the empty seats next to her, feeling a little angry.

These official fugitives could not be caught and would only dominate people like themselves. They had never seen even a strange animal in the house, so how could there be fugitives.

It seems that I need to mention it to my best friends and wives. The citizens' council usually allocates too much money to them, and they have a lot of people who don't do their job.

"Mom, I've finished my meal. I'm going to see Sister Hermione."

Mrs. Dermot stopped Hans and said, "You should go back and review your homework first. Teacher Hermione needs to rest now. It would be bad if she disturbed him."

"I know." Hans was taken away by the servant feeling a little depressed.

At night, Mrs. Dermot put on a pink silk nightgown, held a lighting candle, and opened the door of Hermione's bedroom from the inside. She happened to see Hermione and Adele who were also looking at her, and they were half leaning on the bed. .

Hermione was holding a book to correct the mistakes of Adai who was holding her. In her opinion, the more reading and reading, the faster progress would be made.

"Mrs. Dermot, what are you doing?"

"Madam, good evening." A'dai struggled to get up.

"No need to do this, I'm not disturbing you! I'm here to see if Teacher Hermione has had a good rest. After all, you are not in a good state today."

Mrs. Dermot consciously extinguished the candle and put it on the bedside table, then squeezed onto the bed and leaned against Hermione on the cushions behind her. There is barely enough room for three people on the bed.

"Are you reading Jane's autobiography "Jane Eyre"? It's very well written and emotionally delicate. It's better than Jane's previous books. Maybe it's her own experience that makes it so good!"

Mrs. Dermot had also slipped in for some reason, and Hermione was now having trouble holding the book as she was being leaned on from left to right, almost becoming the filling of the sandwich.

The two people in his arms seemed not to be affected, and turned over and studied.

Hermione had no choice but to lean in between them and watch, cheek to cheek. Marilis had no place left.

"She should be a believer in the God of Steam and Machinery. The priests of the sun will not get married, let alone propose marriage. An affair is more like an affair."

"Teacher Hermione, why do you always focus on these weird aspects instead of portraying the feelings expressed? You are also an Intis, do you also like to have affairs? You should not pay attention to Jane's tragic experience and the hard-earned love. ?"

"I'm afraid that others won't be able to bear it, and I don't know where I am from! I'm past the age where I love fantasy, and beauty is out of reach for me."

"It can be seen that Teacher Hermione, you have an old heart underneath your young appearance, and you are even more tired than ours."

Mrs. Dermot finished speaking and put her ear to Hermione's chest, "Let me hear its past!"

"Shall we continue reading?" A weak voice sounded.

"Look, keep reading." Hermione continued to talk about the meaning that could be expressed above, how many layers there were, and ignored a fisherman who sneaked in.

In the room of the Director of the Special Division of Langeburg, Perec looked at the three people in front of him, sometimes frowning, with a little anger and intolerance. It was best to calm down and have a good attitude so as not to increase the risk of losing control.

"That person has already said that we don't need to worry about it, and we can't afford to offend him. The signature on this document is that of His Excellency Archbishop Colomber Werner."

Colombel Werner is the head of the southern region of the Masi Grand Alliance of the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom. After speaking, Perec made an exception and showed them the signed documents, and then continued with the subsequent arrangements.

"You should hurry up and investigate Miss Feina who suddenly appeared. See if it's from Feineport. It's better than running to someone else's manor to make trouble without reason."

"And Craig, go to the church to get checked. Dunman, Nalio, you stay with him."

After telling people to leave, Perec also left the place through the back door. The shadow behind the curtain of the window shook for a moment, and then returned to calm.

There was a knock on the door at Hermione's residence in Geisler Manor. She woke up from the gap between the two people and found that there was still some saliva on her face. Could it be that she slept on her own all night? Next time, she would just knock Forget about the floor.

He quickly walked out of the bed without disturbing Mrs. Dermot and Adele who were having sweet dreams. He opened the oak door and saw Hans arriving on time, but Marilis and Rosina were accompanying him.

"Is Madam in there too?"

"Yeah, we talked a little late last night and they were a little tired."

Hermione was wearing a gray nightgown, her red hair was a little messy and she didn't stay well under her nightcap. He led several people into the bedroom and saw people still sleeping on the bed.

"What a nonsense. I have to go to Mrs. Redman's for an appointment today."

Looking at Marilis, who was frowning, Hermione was embarrassed to say anything. After all, she was the culprit and would always attract people around her unconsciously.

"Do you want to wake me up?"

"Let them rest for a while first."

After Marilis finished speaking and went to do her own thing, Hermione looked at Hans and joked.

"Do you want to come too?"

"I...I'll come back later!"

Then left here with Rosina.

Hermione saw everyone leaving in displeasure and went back to bed to continue sleeping. It was good to meditate to refresh herself. At least she knew that she was still alive and warm among everyone.

On the messy path that was already somewhat familiar, the carriage was driving with a little trembling. Hermione put on a platycodon blue pleated dress, tied around the waist with a similar color lace to show off her figure, and put on a straw hat decorated with pink flowers on her head. The white dress in front of her The gauze just covers it.

Now I can only deal with it like this. Pope Derrick wrote back and said that this kind of sealed object that blocks the breath is relatively rare and he is looking for it. I don’t have to blame myself too much for losing that one. It would be nice to have a few more tasks in the future. I need help. Just mention it to him.

Sitting next to him, Mrs. Dermot also put on a lilac dress and gloves of the same color. She winked at Hermione who turned around, looking mature and charming.

She is indeed the most handsome among the ladies. No wonder she gave birth to such a lovely child as Hans. Hans, who was opposite him, also put on his own small formal suit, and was supported in his seat by Adai.

Outside, two men in somewhat shabby clothes walked by with unshaven faces, looking for something around. Hermione glanced at their profiles a few times. Aren't these the Jorah and Flagg they met on the island?

The carriage continued to move forward, and looking at their disappearing figures, Hermione was a little curious as to how the pirate and the navy got together. Could it be that he was co-opted by the church?

"Did you see any familiar people again?"

"I didn't expect that the unlucky guy I met at sea was still alive."

"Then they are not unlucky ones, but lucky ones. The sea is so big and they can get lost, but they can be rescued. They are very lucky."

"That's right, he's the lucky one."

On the street, Jorah and Flagg, who were somewhat downcast, were looking for the goal of their trip. They compared the brown paper in their hands with the pedestrians and found that they couldn't match it.

Since the last time they were rescued, they were locked up and interrogated for a while.

Considering that both of them had gone to school in the Church of Knowledge and there happened to be a shortage of manpower, the person in charge of the church fished them out and asked them to swear a sacred oath to the Holy Emblem of Knowledge to serve God for life, and then exempted them from their mistakes. Arrange to come here to investigate and atone for your sins.

"How could these two cultists hide so well? I finally escaped from the place, but I didn't expect to come back again after going around in circles."

"At least God has forgiven us, Jorah, you should feel lucky."

"I am a lucky person! Why am I so unlucky?"

Jorah went to pick up the homeless man on the street with a sad face. Flagg didn't know how to comfort him. At least his classmate was back on track, which was gratifying.

When he was in the seminary, out of the six people in his dormitory, he and Jorah were the most outstanding, while the others were gradually eliminated. Later, I don’t know why Jorah became a pirate, and he also became the navy chasing him.

"Wait for me, Jorah." Flagg came back from his memories and hurriedly chased after Jorah who had already walked away.

"Indecent assault! Rape!"

The woman squatting in the corner yelled at Jorah who was reaching out. Her eyes were a little hollow, her lips and face were a little bruised, her relatively clean clothes were stained with dust on the ground, and her chest was bulging, revealing a piece of white skin.

"I'm a policeman, so be careful. Tell me who beat you." Jorah took out his inspector's card. After all, he was also Sequence 7. Can't he give it to a senior inspector? Now I am full of anger and have no place to vent my anger. I just want to plead for the people and fight against injustice.

"It's that Moritz. He forced me to pick up customers and took away all my savings. If I didn't give it back, he would beat me. I have no choice. Please help me. You don't want any money in the future."

Seeing the majestic and domineering Jorah, the woman hugged Jorah's lower body and started working as if grasping at straws.

"Am I that kind of person? Let's talk about it later. Now take me to find him. You have me to protect you now."

Jorah stopped her and pulled her up to let her lead the way. It would be a pity not to use such a good command arrow. So what if you are a local snake? Behind me stood the entire Church of Knowledge, and there was nowhere to vent the resentment I had accumulated.

Flagg followed without saying a word. It was already not easy for her to be a street girl, but she was still forced into a corner. He would not stop Jorah.