Mystery: The Fool's Witch Angel

There was a large crowd of shouting people surrounding the door of the church in Fountain Square. Salmont could only hold up here with a few trainee deacons to prevent them from swarming in.

"If you don't line up, you will have to use it to repair the items you damaged in the church."

Mark, who was wearing an apron, put away a small bag and left with a smile on his face, followed by Hannah who was smiling blankly no matter who he looked at, her blond hair was stained with some gray powder.

"Deacon Salmont, thank you very much." After saying hello, the two squeezed through the crowd and left.

"Give way and let the police do their work."

Some thin police officers struggled to squeeze in from outside.

"Father Salmont, some people are a little excited. Sheriff Jorah asked me to bring you for purification and baptism. They are all waiting outside."

"Just wait for a while and wait for the people here to finish processing. You go and appease them first."

As instructed, Salmont tried his best to get these people to line up in front of Gerhardt to receive compensation. In order to quickly eliminate Huber's influence and maintain the church's reputation for fairness, he suggested to Gerhardt that he would do this. Anyway, if he went to the top, he would be divided among the internal officials, so it was better to gain some fame.

"Bradley, don't tell me that Hu Bo slept with you. Why didn't you wash your clothes? The smell of leather stinks."

Samonte said helplessly to the middle-aged man wearing a dark leather apron in front of him. He had messy hair, was short, had a few missing teeth, and had scratches on his eyebrows.

"Samonte, what have you been thinking about all day? The last time Hubo asked for the fine leather from me, he didn't even pay for it. I may have a contract here."

After speaking, Brandley took out a somewhat yellowed piece of paper from his arms, opened it and showed it to Salmont. There was indeed the signature of Friedrich Huber on it.

"In that case, just line up properly, I won't deduct anything from you."

After dealing with these people, Salmont let some excited people in again, and then presided over the ceremony. Some of them were holding a simple piece of newspaper paper, which said that a new type of sports would be held on a large grassland in the suburbs, and everyone was invited to participate for free.

So many things have happened in the past few days that it took a long time for Salmont to remember that those wealthy businessmen had also organized this event. He hoped that nothing would happen. He did not want to attract any big shots here. There were too many secrets that could be easily seen through. . After asking someone for a newspaper, Salmont approached Gerhardt, who was sitting down to rest.

"Teacher, are you going to attend tomorrow? I remember Baron Luo Li and Fallon seem to have invited you too."

"I will still watch in the church. You go there and take a look and pay attention to whether there are any special circumstances. Fortunately, those hidden dangers broke out in advance and have been almost eliminated now. Pay more attention to the demands of those who are not noticed. Otherwise it will happen again in the future.”

"Teacher, these are not things we can decide. You don't have to blame yourself too much. As long as society does not change, people like Hu Bo will continue to appear." Looking at Gerhardt who was sighing silently, Salmont spoke to comfort him.

"I understand. I'm going to take a rest first. You can take care of Eva's family by the way. They are innocent."

Looking at Gerhardt's somewhat old background, Salmont did not think that Eva's family was innocent. They were also enjoyers of vested interests. He had read some books, but unfortunately no one was interested in these books in his place. Also, I couldn’t understand it more deeply.

After instructing several trainee deacons to pay attention to the matter, Salmont went to visit Eva's family every day. They had been living in the house behind the church in recent days. Father Gerhardt left them the house and its contents, which was not bad enough. He has to make this place his own place to stay, and making friends with these people will be beneficial to him.

Opening the door and walking into the back aisle, on the grass outside the stone fence, Eva's three children were kicking a small rubber ball, just passing the boring time here. Salmont held on to the somewhat blackened guardrail and greeted them. They were relatively familiar with each other in the past few days.

"Haverts, Maria, Lehman, please be careful not to go outside yet. Just play here. If you have anything, you can tell me."

"We understand, Salmont, do you want to come and play?"

"I'm going to enlighten your mother first before I come back. Don't bend your feet. Those shoes are not suitable for exerting too much force."

"Then we'll wait for you."

Arriving at the old-fashioned courtyard behind the grass, Salmont pushed open the old wooden door. The edges of the bricks and stones around the door frame had been smoothed away. The interior is simple and a bit dark, with a few yellow candles lit in the dark.

The old table was covered with a blue and white checkered tablecloth. The bread and sausages to be eaten tonight were kept in the basket above. There were vases with several unknown flowers. The slate floor was cleaned and there were several floor-to-ceiling baskets placed beside the wall. Candelabra.

Because it is a previous building, the space is a bit small. Samant walked through here and came to the inner room. A somewhat haggard Eva sat in front of the red and black desk and looked at some old holy books of knowledge. She held her forehead with one hand and kept the opened pages there. Some profound facial features gave Salmon a special feeling. He was simply wearing a simple off-white skirt with a dark red top, and his hair was naturally scattered at the back.

"Mrs. Eva, are you feeling better? Are the previous medicines effective?" After Salmont finished speaking, he walked in with a smile.

"Are you here, Father Salmont? Your medicine is quite useful. At least you feel much better when you sleep." Eva turned her head, forced a smile to greet Salmont, and asked him to sit on the chair next to the desk.

"But I see that your condition hasn't gotten better, and your sadness hasn't diminished. It's not your fault. You don't have to lock yourself in."

"Our family ended up lonely here. I was a sinner. I failed to correct Hu Bo and revive the family. I also made the children suffer." Eva's eyes became moist as she spoke.

Salmont held back his true words. If you are so resigned and bound by rules and regulations, you can't see the changes in the world. What does your family mean? It is only true if you are strong.

Moreover, Hu Bo deserved it. He had harmed so many people and brought destruction to his own base camp plan. You were angered and felt even deeper. If you had directly caused an accident and killed him, you would be the master of your own affairs.

"Life is short, and regrets will always accompany a person's life. Mrs. Eva, you must learn to look forward. We can only strive to be passengers on the train of the times, rather than the waves splashing down, puffing away. Gone."

"What can I see now? I have nothing. I don't even know how to support my children. My father has not replied to my letter."

Looking at Eva crying in front of him, Samonte thought of something and smiled to comfort the person in front of him.

"Mrs. Eva, do you want some spiritual comfort?"

Hermione returned to the manor and checked Dermot. If there were no problems, she let him go about his business. She also had to teach and educate people. Even Party A couldn't stick to her like this.

The elder Geisler went to his partners early to arrange an obvious game, and was obviously not affected by the aftermath of the incident. These guys really want money rather than life. Originally, Hermione had suggested that the event be held a week later. I wonder how they passed the application to maintain the original date?

Hermione also received a gold-edged white invitation. She was honored to become an initial member of the world's first official football club. Unexpectedly, a ball-blind person missed it. Thank you Rosell for not liking this and leaving it for everyone. Some ways.

This should be regarded as a kind of self-anchor. After all, the introduction and rules booklet were compiled by myself, and my pseudonym Marple Austin was printed on it and spread out, which can clearly point to myself.

It is estimated that I will be able to recover soon. It is time for my Lord to take out the mark of the original witch in his body and graft it to the evil god, so that the evil god can also enjoy the taste of a witch.

Thinking about her life after regaining her strength, Hermione stood there and laughed unconsciously. To outsiders, she looked like a weirdo looking at the air.

"Sister Hermione, are you sick? Or are you thinking of something funny?" Hans stepped forward and asked in confusion.

"Now is the time to fantasize about the beauty of life in the future. Let's go to class."

Pulling Hans up, Hermione stepped forward happily.