Mystery: The Fool's Witch Angel

"Madam, Mrs. Dermott and the others have arrived."

"I already know. I'll ask you to come in later."

In the bedroom of the administrator's residence in Kamari Town, Salmont leaned behind Mrs. Redman, and the two looked at the scenery outside the window. Their clothes were scattered on the burgundy carpet.

"That's almost enough. I have to meet the guests later. There are many experienced lovers here. It won't be good if they are seen through later."

"It's such a shame. I hope you can be happy this time."

"Of course, no wonder Ortel likes to have you come to his door. You should prepare to come here again later."

The not too old maid outside listened to the voice inside and stood here with a red face, waiting for the next order.

Hermione followed everyone into the executive mansion surrounded by high walls. The houses inside had also been renovated into new brick and stone houses.

The main entrance in the middle has some classical-style carved stripes, and rows of neat and symmetrical windows are inlaid on the yellow-pink walls.

The green plants on both sides of the road were neatly trimmed, and the roses clinging to the arches also bloomed with pink and white flowers.

Hermione followed Mrs. Dermot to the venue in the backyard. Apart from the standard banquet hall and reception room, the indoor layout was probably nothing new.

In the back yard, a small court according to the dimensions written by Hermione has also been prepared. The grass below the badminton court is embedded with regular thin strips of stone to form a prismatic grid, so that the grass above it will not be trampled to death.

The tennis one can only be replaced by a hard surface, which seems rather abrupt. There is no plastic in this world, something that even Roselle can't find.

There is also a pool in the center of the lawn, with a white female statue with wings standing on it. Water flows from the mouth of the water bottle she holds.

More than a thousand years later, these guys are still the same piss-seeking people who are looking for fun.

There are long tables covered with white tablecloths on the grass at the back, and the canopies of several big trees leave a cool place here.

Many people have already come there, and the waiters and maids are also preparing plates.

Hermione walked over and discovered that there was a small goal behind the grass wall on the roadside, which was simply nailed up with wood.

Comes with a brown net. Just push it out and you can kick it on the lawn inside.

Next to the long white table, people in gorgeous clothes were chatting in twos and threes. Hermione also saw the girl she was supporting in the church before. She was next to a handsome man in his 30s, with some white hair and a somewhat stature opposite him. Fat middle-aged people are talking.

"Mrs. Dermot, why didn't you see Geisler come with you?"

Charles Jacobi, who was a little thin and pale, came with Almiron and Zollilia. He was Geisler's business partner.

The lady beside her, Almiron, was wearing a peacock blue dress, her waist was gathered up, her skin was fair, and a few strands of curly hair fell on both sides of her forehead to match her hairstyle.

Zollilia wore a light yellow lace-trimmed waist dress, revealing a large area of ​​snow-white chest. She was youthful and energetic, but also mature and charming. She looked very bold.

"He went to Langeburg to discuss the export share. Why didn't you go, Charles?"

"I haven't been feeling well lately, so I didn't ask too much about these things. Who is this lady?"

Charles noticed Hermione next to Dermot. Although she was slightly obscured by the white gauze of her top hat, she still became the center of attention here. Her red hair contrasted sharply with the light platycodon blue.

"Mr. Charles, when we first meet, you can call me Marple Austin."

Hermione looked at Almiron, who was rosy and plump, then looked at Charles in front of her, and saluted. 'No wonder you look so weak. You should find a pharmacist to treat you. Something is obviously wrong with your wife. '

"It turns out to be Ms. Austin. Your idea is very good. I saw your designs for ball games. They are very suitable for people like me to exercise."

"Dad, you should exercise more. Sister He Austin's football is really fun. She can kick the ball far away."

Zoriliya also came to play a few times, and she was familiar with Hermione. Hermione also asked her to change her name to Marple Austin. Calling her by her real name might not attract Tatiana.

Hermione hadn't seen Tatiana for a long time, and she was a little unaccustomed to it. She always felt like she was watching her somewhere, squatting like the sixth child, waiting for an opportunity to surprise herself.

"What are you guys talking about? Can I join in?"

The man who had been with the woman Hermione had seen in the church came over, and the woman followed him. Next to him, a middle-aged man with gray hair walked side by side.

"This beautiful lady, can you tell me your name? My name is Fallon Miller."

After speaking, he raised his right hand in front of his chest and saluted Hermione.

"Hello Mr. Fallon, my name is Marple Austin."

Hermione felt that the person in front of her was a bit frivolous. She looked at the silly son of a landowner who should have a mine at home, and even brought his adopted lover to a formal occasion.

The woman also recognized Hermione and smiled at each other. The Dermot man next to him was obviously unhappy, and he took Hermione's hand and pulled it slightly.

The middle-aged man with some gray hair also introduced himself.

"It turns out to be Ms. Austin. You are undoubtedly the most beautiful lady I have ever seen. My name is Luc Medel. I have gained weight as I get older, and I am not as eye-catching as a young person."

"Then Mr. Medel can do some exercise to keep himself in good condition, but he must warm up in advance, otherwise he will easily get injured." Hermione directly called him by his last name. After all, Luc could find a lot of people with the same name in this place. of.

"I'm an old man, so let's forget it. It's up to you young people to do it!"

"Ms. Austin, your idea is indeed very good. Remember to come to the founding ceremony of Kamari Town Football Club when the time comes. We hope to exchange more ideas with you."

Fallon also intervened at the right time, while his lover and female companion watched from behind very wisely, and some rules were still retained.

It seemed that these were all respectable people in this area. Hermione saw a middle-aged woman with a somewhat stout figure coming from a distance, dressed in gorgeous clothes. Haider went over and brought her over. She should be his wife.

"Did you train 11 people so quickly? There are 11 other people, injuries, training, etc., all of which have to be taken into consideration."

"Let's try it first to see the effect. This time we will play for 60 minutes and see. In a few days, you can watch the game together. The simple venue has been prepared. I heard that Ms. Austin is good at all sports. May I have the pleasure of asking you for advice?”

Fallon kept looking for topics to talk about, and Hermione didn't mind giving him a little half-time shock.

Mrs. Dermott, who was beside her, kept a sullen face and raised the corners of her mouth. The left hand holding Hermione's right hand already revealed her emotions and was clamped tightly.

"Mr. Fallon, please do it next time. My current clothes are not very convenient. Running around in a skirt is not how a lady should behave."

"I was rash, I might as well find another time." Fallon's eyes were fixed on Hermione's white gauze. The female companion beside him noticed Mrs. Dermot's frozen eyes and wanted to remind her but did not dare to make any move.