Mystery: The Fool's Witch Angel

Hermione was wearing a light blue sports suit, a zippered long-sleeved jacket, straight trousers, and a pair of reasonably well-fitting cushioned sneakers.

She tied her hair into a ponytail and wore a hollow sun hat. She didn't expect Mrs. Redman to copy these things so quickly.

He kicked the ball back to the children who were playing far away, and continued to play badminton with Mrs. Dermot opposite. It's a bit boring here, and she would rather like to play football, and there happens to be a bunch of children to torture her.

"That's almost it. Overworking is not good either."

Hermione ended her fun, which was just a formality. Such peaceful days made her feel a little dreamy.

According to the law of aggregation of extraordinary characteristics, there may have been many extraordinary people nearby. No wonder there are always fugitives coming here. I guess I have attracted a few, so I can only trouble the great Saint Christopher to work harder.

"Teacher Hermione, you look out of shape today. It means you didn't get any rest last night, okay? Go change your clothes first! It's all sweat and it's not good."

Mrs. Dermot pulled Hermione away. When no one was around in private, she still liked to be called by her given name. She prefers to play with a few people in her backyard rather than a group of people here.

At the long table under the shade of the trees, Salmont, who came from behind, also talked with the gentlemen and ladies present. He used his status as a clergyman and physician to gain the favor of many people, and some medicines were the most popular with them.

Fallon, who had finished chatting, also sat next to him. Lucy behind him looked enviously at the people playing on the lawn. Due to her special status, she could only sit there quietly.

"Samant, do you also know that Ms. Austin?" Both Fallon and Samant looked at Hermione who was walking away in the distance.

"We often saw each other in church some time ago, so we know each other."

"Are you also interested in her? Your eyes have betrayed you."

"She is a very dangerous person. As a friend, I suggest that you don't go to her to play your playboy tricks. And don't you plan on having some tactics in your game? I can give you some advice."

"The mermaid's song will also make people forget its original ugliness, otherwise why would it be named this. I didn't expect you to know these sports well, let's see. Do you still have the potion from last time? It's still the same old rules. "

"Your metaphor is wrong. Be careful of what others hear. As for the potion, you and I will come together at the end. For example, you can assign everyone's position and what to do...

Hermione, who had changed back into the platycodon blue dress, accompanied Mrs. Dermot back here, and the maid behind her also left to do her next thing.

Hans came back here with some sweat on his little face. He was hesitating whether to continue playing with the group of friends or stay with his mother.

"Hans, your friend is calling you. If you don't hurry up and play, it will be school time later."

Someone among the children in the distance waved to him. Thinking that there was still a lot of class time ahead, he hesitated before returning to his friends.

Hermione saw that Mrs. Dermot was becoming more and more proficient at this trick. She hoped that Hans would not blame her when he grew up. Parents were not something she could control.

The two sat back at the table. Many people in front of them went to play new sports. Hermione could see that everyone had very few entertainment activities. No wonder they all went their own way to find excitement and fun.

"Ma'am, can we talk to you?" Samant came to Hermione, his eyes were calm and he said with a smile.

"Please tell me." Hermione was a little curious about what the deacon wanted from her. Why was he here? Shouldn't the people in the church be very busy? She felt that the deacon in front of her was full of fog and she couldn't see clearly. Was it because she hadn't recovered yet?

"Can you take a step to talk? The iris behind seems to be blooming beautifully."

"Mrs. Dermot, I'm leaving for a moment..."

Hermione said a few words to Dermot beside her, and then walked to the flower path behind with Salmont.

The colors of the iris flowers on both sides are combined like a rainbow. A few iris flowers occasionally wither in the middle, but it still does not affect the whole. If it was too perfect, Hermione might be the first to run away.

'It seems that the gardeners here also have two brushes.' Hermione waited for what Salmont wanted to say, as long as it wasn't some silly love talk to waste time.

"I wonder why Ms. Hermione is called Marple Austen. Is it because of Jane's book Pride and Prejudice? I have heard a little about it. Does Ms. Hermione also like to watch football games?"

Salmont looked as normal as if he were talking to an old friend. Hermione didn't panic and continued to look at the streamlined irises.

"What Jane? Jane, the Intis writer, is really good. The books she writes are very imaginative, and the stories are worth recalling by the audience. As for the ball game, what kind of ball game is it? Are there other ball games here? Behind football It was just held.”

Hermione felt so calm for some reason, and the other party had already hinted clearly.

But this is obviously not enough. Hermione is well aware of the dangers of this world, and her intuition tells her that Samant needs to observe it.

But it’s okay to test it out. After all, Roselle exploded a pile of gold coins for the newcomers, which contained both curse and luck.

"It can be seen that Ms. Hermione is also a very knowledgeable person, otherwise she would not pay so much attention to popular literature from various countries. She has considered changing these into comics, or passionate fantasy. Nowadays, weekly magazines and journals It has also become popular, and I am not afraid of not having a good platform.”

"I have no interest in these. You overestimate me. I still prefer to study Roselle's diary and those weird machines."

Hermione planned to test whether the other party was a fellow countryman. If he could read Old Huang's diary, it shouldn't be a big problem. She also read a lot of diaries circulating on the market and learned the real name of Russell. It seemed that he should be Lack of awe and fall.

Compared to myself, I knew a lot from the beginning, which is both unfortunate and lucky.

"The knowledge left behind by Emperor Roselle is indeed valuable. I also have a lot of his diaries. Ms. Hermione can study them if you are interested."

"You said that his Roselle characters will be deciphered by someone? I can't imagine that a person can create an independent text out of thin air. It's a pity that I haven't met anyone who can understand it."

Hermione looked very regretful and looked at Salmont with her spiritual vision for a while, finding that he was a mixture of red, blue and black.

"That kind of writing might really have been created by another civilization. Do you believe it?"

"Really? That can only be said to be incredible and difficult to explain."

Hermione found that Salmont was a little excited, but it was obviously wrong, not because of the inheritance behind the words.

The emphasis of the voice was obviously different, so I had no choice but to continue pretending to be stupid and chatting. I had to be on guard against others, lest I become a tribute to the evil god. I was already a potential stock after all.

On the party lawn in the distance, Mrs. Dermot, who was sitting on a chair boredly waiting for Hermione, looked curiously at the belated arrival of Kamari Town Police Chief Friedrich Huber.

Although his position is not high, he is still one of the local administrators, and building a good relationship can save him a lot of trouble.

To Mrs. Dermot's surprise, he seemed to hold the air and talk to his right.

She rubbed her eyes and found that no one was there. Was she dazzled? Or is there some new fashion coming from Intis or Fenebaud?

As for Loen's group of aristocratic conservatives, this is not the case. Their resistance to change is extraordinary.

"Mr. Hu Bo, please come this way, everyone is here."

The maid does not dare to be disrespectful to these people. As long as her etiquette is in place, she will not be able to see the other person even if they are naked.

"My dear, you see, everyone is so friendly. You don't need to be afraid. They will all accept you. After all, we have a wedding next week and no one will say anything about you."

Police Chief Friedrich Huber spoke into the air to the right, as if there were really people there.

The hair on the hair of the maid who was leading the way stood up, and she felt inexplicably frightened. However, considering the people in her family, she had to do without this job, so she could only suppress her fear and continue to complete her job.

Hu Bo is about in his early forties, slightly taller than the maid in front of him, with brown-black hair, more wrinkles on his face, a tall nose, and small eyes. Instead of gaining weight, he is slimmer.

After Samonte left, Fallon, who was talking to Matthias, another manor owner of Langeburg who came here to recuperate, also looked at the strange phenomenon in this scene and felt an inexplicable sense of loss in his heart. His experience told him that he could only express his emotions now. Everything is fine, just cope with it.

Matthias, who was also a middle-aged man next to him, also reminded Fallon, and then told the women behind him to go to the lawn to play with Hans' group of children and find a chance to leave here.

"Baron Luo Li, Charles. I haven't seen you for a while. I have some good things I want to share with you recently."

Luo Li didn't put down the lemon sparkling water in his hand, Charles coughed twice, and they also noticed Hu Bo's abnormality.

How could this person find the two of us? Fortunately, Ortel and Almiron were playing ball on the lawn.

"Hu Bo, it seems that you are well prepared this time! I'm waiting for your sharing." Luo Li looked at the air on his arm, focused his eyes there and nodded.

"Is the police station all busy lately?" Charles also said in agreement with Luo Li.

"Things happen every day, otherwise why would I need subordinates to do this? The look in your eyes must be that you are fascinated by my new wife."

After hearing this, Luo Li and Charles' eyes remained on the air next to them. If they hadn't had some experience, they would have lost their expressions.