Mystery: The Fool's Witch Angel

Jorah and Flag came to the streets near Mark to look for clues. Not far from Oliver Street, most of the houses were dark and dilapidated, and the old-fashioned walls had become mottled and pitted. The roof slopes towards the somewhat narrow street, and the rainwater flowing down has eroded obvious dents in the old masonry.

The houses are very close to each other, and the narrow passage is difficult to pass sideways. After Jorah asked the question, he stood here and looked at the darkness inside. The windows of the houses next to him were nailed with some wooden bars, and the downpipe was only a small section on the ground.

"Jorah, why are you still there? The water above is almost dripping wet."

There are ropes across the street, always hanging freshly washed clothes. If it weren't for the residents and regulars here, it would be unbearable to live in this harsh environment.

"It's dilapidated, mixed with fish and dragons, and there are a lot of people coming and going. It's really a good place to commit murders. It's not surprising that Hu Bo came here secretly and came into contact with the evil god."

"He is having an affair with everyone. It seems difficult to investigate. Even if he is dead, it will be troublesome. It is better to live."

"These places are packed with people in every nook and cranny, and there's always going to be someone watching."

While talking, the two asked the vendors next to them. When they came to a leather tanning and repair shop, Hout Hittle, who was processing the leather according to the lines, responded to them.

"You two, it's not easy to get information. I have to give you some compensation. I've worked so hard." Haute raised his head and said while cutting the leather. The ground here is wet, covered in leather tanning sewage, and has a pungent smell, not to mention hygiene.

Flagg originally wanted to reveal his identity to negotiate, but Jorah directly flicked a silver coin to Haute, and it landed accurately in his somewhat worn pocket.

"You can say now that my patience is limited and I hope you will cooperate well."

"Officer, it's normal that you didn't pay attention to the changes in certain details. After all, you are outsiders. Even people here rarely pay attention. If it weren't for someone like me who rubs leather every day and is careful, who would notice it. You can Investigate the homeless people.”

"If you don't tell me clearly, I will take you back as an accomplice."

"It's not necessary, officer, I'll say it right away. I've also noticed a few times that when Hu Bo shows up, there are always some homeless people nearby for no apparent reason, and when he's not there, they go to nowhere. It just so happens that I'm at Mark's house. I've noticed it a few times outside, I don't know if it's a coincidence."

"Are you going with Hubo too?" Jorah wanted to capture this Haut too, so that the chaos on land would not need to be resolved at sea.

"Of course not. Although Hannah is a little older, she is also more charming. If Hu Bo hadn't threatened them, they probably wouldn't be like this, and she doesn't look down on people like me. I'd better deal with it on the street. That's all." Haute was a little happy, and he might be able to go to Moritz's place tonight to have some fun.

"Be careful and don't die. The ideas provided are good."

After leaving a message, Jorah quickly took Flag back to the fountain square of the church. There were many homeless people there, and they should be able to ask some questions. Haute was also a little confused and continued to rub his leather. He wanted to finish it earlier and get off work early to have fun. Why could Mark marry Hannah but he couldn't?

During dinner time, Hermione sat in the back seat and looked at the Geisler family in a delicate atmosphere. Geisler and Dermot ate in silence without speaking. Hans looked at his younger sister Emma who was being taken care of by Adele and took a bite of the salad from the bowl from time to time, completely forgetting about the staple food on the plate.

'I should get sick in time. Just like those old people I met during my internship in the past, at the critical moment, either the child at home has a fever, or my parents are hospitalized, and then the work is left to us who are struggling. 'Hermione felt a little regretful, and complained a few words in her heart, saying that it was okay for her to instigate, and she would ensure that everyone would fight in the next second. If you can charm everyone and listen to you, you won't have any worries. But what's the difference between this and those witches? Let them communicate on their own.

"I want to go home." Emma looked at Geisler and said, with a little panic on her face.

"This is your home, you are back." Geisler tried to be as expressive as possible and answered Emma calmly.

"I want to go back to my mother."

A'dai was stunned when she heard this. As a servant, she didn't look around, she just waited.

"She will be your mother from now on. Don't say these things anymore. You will understand when you grow up."

Geisler pointed at Dermot. Dermot sat up straight in his chair, with the knives and forks in his hands standing up. The corners of his mouth were raised slightly, looking at him with some disdain.

"I don't dare to take it seriously. My only child is Hans, and my patience is limited. If you can't handle it well, I will go to Priest Gerhard to explain the matter, and Hans and I will return to Berglit."

There was a clanging sound, and Dermot took Hans away directly after speaking. Emma lowered her head when she saw this scene and did not dare to say anything. Geisler sighed, a little helpless. It was all his own fault. How could there be an accident?

"Mr. Geisler, why are you doing this? Although she is said to be an adopted daughter, everyone who knows her knows that. Isn't it good to live in Langeburg? Give her more money to help her go to college."

Hermione couldn't help but say a few words. It was obviously easy to solve, but she had to do the whole thing. This was not modern. It was a remnant of the old aristocratic etiquette. Everyone still paid great attention to moral relationships.

"I can't help it. She was just an accident at the beginning, and I didn't expect it. Her biological mother has also disappeared recently, and we haven't found it. We can't just leave it outside! If you encounter such a bad servant, you will probably be reduced to the fee next door. I won’t be able to find the workhouse in Neiport when I look for it. Maybe I can survive by chance, but how will she be destroyed? I can’t bear the thought that she is also my child.”

The workhouse mainly takes in homeless children on the streets and lets them work there to support themselves. But the actual situation is that children are oppressed by evil intentions like adults. They work too hard, don't have enough to eat, don't wear well, and don't sleep warmly. After luckily leaving as an adult, maybe things will feel better.

Such institutions are common at the bottom of every country. If the local church was more attentive, the supervision would be better, but only a little. Otherwise, the child would not rather starve to death outside than go inside.

'Another conflict between social problems and moral issues. 'Hermione was a little helpless. In fact, it was okay to put her in foster care with an acquaintance, but she also understood Geisler's worries.

Ignoring the wife's feelings is also an important issue. There are already many conflicts, and the children cannot say there are any problems. They are already scared when they come to a strange environment. Hermione noticed that Emma was probably also a sensitive and introverted child.

"I can't say anything. Just like one day your wife came to see you with a strange child in her arms, saying it was hers and asking you to raise it together. You should also put yourself in his shoes and think about it."

Hermione finished her sour soup, said her goodbyes and left here, waiting for them to tell themselves. I am really worried about this family. For the sake of anchor and friendship, I will help you!

Arriving at the study room used for classes, Hermione saw Dermot and Hans sitting there. Dermot held a book in front of her, but it was of no use. Hermione could still see the anger on her calm face. The calmer she became, the more intense the storm in her heart became. Hans quietly read the journals. At his age, he could understand some things after knowing enough information.

"Teacher Hermione, how did your family handle this situation?" Mrs. Dermot asked Hermione directly: "It should be your side. I was so angry that I fainted. I'm sorry."

"Intis? It's all about you playing your game and I playing mine. Just make sure the heir is correct. This is not the case in my family. They prefer to fight more."

Hermione thought for a moment, and there was nothing good to say about her family's specialness, so she chose the general consensus of society. Intis's private life has just been put on the table, and it is almost the same in other countries. They are a little conservative and don't want to publicize it. For example, there are a lot of them in Kamari Town. Hubo is Liezi. I don’t know how many children he has outside.

"Is that so? I quite envy Intis."

"This is not good. Uncontrolled desire will lead to unknown dangers. To be honest, I don't like Intis very much."

'In other words, what I don't like is this world, loneliness, and the unknown tomorrow. 'Hermione finished the second half of the sentence in her heart, feeling like an outsider to this world.

"It can be seen that although Teacher Hermione, you are usually carefree and very bold, you are surprisingly conservative and seem to be the good girl in the family. What happened to make you run around outside? You don't know how to behave at all. I like to stay outside for too long, and I haven’t even visited the neighborhood since I’ve been here for so long.”

'What else could it be, that I simply couldn't find a way to get home. I am the most useless mythical creature in the world, anyone can step on me. 'Hermione thought and sighed and sat down on the chair next to Dermot, holding her chin helplessly.

"There's nothing you can do. If you don't run faster, you'll be gone. Then you'll see the end of your life at a glance. We're both fallen people in the world. How can we meet each other before?"

"Are there people who have different experiences and the same feelings? No wonder we meet. Just like what you said before, you feel more sad after drinking."

"Yeah! I don't feel very good now either."

"Hans, let Dafik take you to take a bath and rest. Mom is worried that her bad mood will be transmitted to you."

The three of them left the study together, taking Hans to Dafik first.