Mystery: The Fool's Witch Angel

In some dilapidated thatched houses, the cleanly dressed old Tatton took the little boy Schiller to the ritual altar that had been set up. Three strange candles had been lit, and several figures could be seen outside guarding the door.

"Angel, come with me, let's get started.

"I see.

Then Old Tatton and Schiller put their hands together, looked at the altar in front of them devoutly and said:

The voice of God

incarnation of all sounds

gibbering in spirituality

You are the listener of secret words and the essence of gibbering.

I pray for your strength

I pray that you will save the devout believers who are in dire straits.

Pray that you will clear away the scourge of Kamali Town.

Bellflower, the herb that listens to all things in nature, please pass on the power to your devout believers

Speechless Herb, a herb that belongs to the babble, please give power to your sincere believers.

The orange candlelight turned into milky white, and the surrounding suddenly became silent. Invisible ripples fell and poured into Schiller's body...

In the temporary control room behind the church, Jorah was interrogating the homeless survivors who had been tied up. He sat on the stool, holding a pistol and staring at the sloppy homeless man in front of him. The sour smell did not affect him at all. The homeless man with a dark face and loose hair looked at Jorah with clean eyes, and the corners of his mouth raised and twitched from time to time.

"Hurry up and tell me who your accomplices are, and I'll give you a treat."

"Do you want to know? Then ask our God. Hahaha...

Violent sound waves came out, and Jorah hid directly behind the table. When it calmed down, the homeless man who was tied up had his facial features distorted and his mouth opened and he died.

People who heard the noise outside rushed to kick open the door. The tramp's body was lying on the chair, and the surrounding wooden isolation fence was broken. Jorah got up from behind the table and kicked the drawer in front of him. The table suddenly changed. into crumbs.

His ears were bleeding and he was walking a little staggering. Gerhardt and others who came over kept saying something to him. His eyelids were drooped and he was a little tired, and then he fell down.

"Take Jorah to have a rest first. You are a doctor, Salmont, so you can just give him some treatment."

The sound of rushing footsteps outside made Father Gerhard realize that something was wrong. Flagg arrived quickly, and Dunman walked alongside him.

"Priest Gerhardt, the homeless man in the police station died, and even the prison guard and the nearby prisoners were not spared. Is Jorah okay?"

"It seems that this incident is out of our control. May they rest in peace in the Temple of Knowledge." Father Gerhardt looked much older and prayed devoutly. "Deng Man, I'm afraid I'm going to have to work hard for you this time. The main culprit has probably escaped. Thank you for your timely assistance."

"I'll go back and explain the situation to the director. Remember to send a telegram to Langeburg."

Without the slightest pause, Dunman turned around and left. As soon as he delivered the investigation materials, he saw the body on the Fountain Square. Just after he and Flagg finished handling the traces, he heard what happened at the police station. Things happened one after another in the past few days, which made him exhausted from running back and forth, but he did not dare to relax at all.

"Let's go to the police station and take a look."

"Okay. The main culprit has probably run away, and the divination pictures that were sent to me are of no use. It's too late."

"Let's check the traces first!"

Gerhardt and Flagg stepped into the dark streets and walked towards the police station.

Hermione in the manor seemed to feel a power fluctuation in the town. She didn't pay much attention to it. This kind of thing was handled by the church, so she had better solve her own problems first.

He casually controlled the bat hanging on the wall. It looked like an ordinary creature in nature, but these little tricks could not be hidden from Hermione. She was already a little tired of the other party's peeping behavior.

"Am I good-looking? Since you want to see it so much, I'll show you something good-looking."

Hermione's arm split open, revealing its originally pale and patterned appearance. The bat roared violently and turned into smoke and disappeared into the air.

Then he went back to his room and performed divination in the mirror.

"I want to know who is spying on me."

A thick shadow appeared on the mirror, and there was nothing else. The surrounding darkness became thicker. Hermione quickly interrupted. She found that this shadow seemed to be invading reality. This was nothing to her, but everyone else in the manor was just ordinary people.

The other party seems to have made many preparations and is not afraid of his own investigation. A member of the evil god organization? It's probably not Tatiana. If she had found out, she would have come to harass me long ago.

First, look for some clues from the surrounding area. Hermione felt that if these hidden existences could help her kill the original witch, she would not mind introducing the great existence to them. I've been here for so long and I haven't developed any followers yet. It seems I have to find an opportunity to find some reliable ones.

"Where was I peeping on?"

The scene in the room appeared in the mirror. There was a mass of festering flesh and blood on the ornately decorated bed. A naked woman was sitting low, clutching her chest and shouting. She had an outstanding appearance and a plump body, but she was obviously suffering from mental problems.

'There's something wrong, you're looking at me while we're having sex on the bed. 'Hermione wanted to burn this pile of flesh and blaspheme herself. Death would be a relief.

"Where is this place?" Hermione then learned about a street in Langeburg, as well as information about the deceased, an administrator of Langeburg and his mistress. Hermione had no interest in these. She wanted to know the real person behind the scenes.

"Information related to that person."

Several scenes kept appearing, some in panicked streets, some in ordinary houses, and those people spoke a name that kept appearing.

"Feina? Don't fall into my hands. I feel like I need to be released. I hope you can bear it."

Ignoring so much, Hermione lay down to rest. It was time to prepare a powerful curse to arrange for people to spy on her, otherwise everyone would think they could step on her. If you do it one more time, you can follow the network cable to find someone based on the occult connection.

In the morning, Hermione, who was well rested, lay half-lying on the bed to relax, and waited until Dafik came in before getting up to tidy up her image.

"Dafik, do I look good?"

"It's very beautiful. I don't know why I lost interest in you after seeing you, Miss Hermione. Others are also talking about you privately."

Seeing the somewhat shy Dafik holding his clothes at a loss, Hermione smiled and then looked to see if she could balance herself with the hunter's ability to disgust others.

"What are you talking about about me? Is it something like love?" Hermione whispered in her ear and left to wash up, leaving Duffik standing there.

"What am I talking about? Is it a twitch?" Hermione patted herself, hoping it wasn't schizophrenia, just a bad taste left over from the past, and then went to the bathroom.

When they came to the teaching study room, Hans was already waiting here, and Emma, ​​who had her head lowered, was sitting next to him, wearing a light red floral dress, with her hair simply tied into two ponytails. Adai came with breakfast.

"Sister Hermione, why do I feel that you are a little ordinary today, and you are not as attractive as usual."

"Maybe you've passed your freshness period. You men are all like this, and I've always been like this. After eating, go to class seriously."

It seemed that the effect was pretty good, and the spiritual energy consumed was nothing to her. Hermione was very satisfied with Hans' reaction. She was wearing a cyan lace-trimmed dress today, and her hair was simply braided. We are trying to see if we can create bugs for each other and use hunters to make others hate themselves to balance the witch's charm on others.

"Emma, ​​you too. Let's have breakfast first. If you have anything to say, just say it. If you need my guidance, you can say it."

In front of Emma, ​​Hermione tried her best to appear amiable. At this age, it was an important time to build up her perspective and accept external information, so it would be a good idea to help her as much as possible.

Emma ate silently, without responding to Hermione, and her spirit was a little low.

"Crying won't solve the problem. It's better to grow up first. Blaming and losing your temper will be fruitless. I should wait until you grow up before saying these things."

After touching Emma's head, Hermione said nothing more. She was just a spectator and could not make decisions for the Geisler family. And I am still on Dermot's side. It's really difficult. It's easier to curse people.