Mystery: The Fool's Witch Angel

At night, Hermione sat at her desk and read the Adventurer's Journal, which selected some interesting things to publish, such as someone who unexpectedly discovered a mysterious place and aged dozens of years in an instant; a huge black wolf was discovered in the Honakis Mountains. Attached is a blurry photo…

A feeling of tranquility came over, and Hermione looked at the shadow next to her. Grantster, wearing a black dress and with deep eyes, walked out of it. She quickly went up and hugged Grantster. If she hadn't saved him before, he might have become the plaything of the original witch. That sentence of "I love you to death" is not a fake feeling.

"It's great that you're okay, Hermione. I just have time to see you now." Grantster didn't expect Hermione to be so enthusiastic and a little uncomfortable.

"Grantster, luckily you came in time, otherwise everyone would only see me in memories in the future."

"Don't worry, you can still avoid danger even without me. It seems that your life is good recently. Do you plan to go back? I can avoid a lot of trouble by taking you directly back to Pulitzer."

"Now I plan to stabilize myself first and return to my previous state. Moreover, my contract with others has not been completed yet, so it would not be good to run away now."

"What about the contract you signed in Pulitzer? Don't forget that you have been absent from work for a long time. As the person in charge, I am here to hold you accountable."

"That can only wait until later. I'll finish the work here first. It's not good to be too good. Everyone will remember you."

Grantster almost laughed when he heard this and patted Hermione on the back. It was rare to meet such an interesting person.

"Remember to come back to complete the contract. Since you are doing well, I will leave first. If you need anything, communicate via messenger. I have a lot to do."

"Those who are capable work hard, thank you very much for your hard work."

Then Hermione let go of Grantster, and the two exchanged the contact information of the messenger so that they could contact him if they encounter any problems later. After saying that, Grantster disappeared into the deep darkness and left. Unlike Hermione, she still had an entire parish to watch, and it was not like someone who was on vacation every day.

Someone came to the inner door and opened the handle, reached out to catch the sleeping girl, and dropped the book in his hand to the ground without making any sound. After putting it on the bed, Hermione also lay down directly to meditate and rest, hoping to have a good dream tonight. There are also people in the small town who are working hard.

"Hermione, Hermione, wake up. I have to take care of Master Hans, otherwise I will be late."

In the haze, Hermione, who was sleeping very well, saw that Adai in front of her was a little anxious. It turned out that she was using her arms and legs as a pillow to hug her.

"Sorry, go ahead." Hermione let go of the person in her arms and kissed her forehead. She had almost followed the Romans and was no longer so repelled by these etiquette.

"Then I'll leave first. I was obviously looking for you to study, but I fell asleep for some reason."

Adele tidied up her clothes and left, and Hermione took advantage of her sleepiness to fall back into sleep. Of course, Grantster comforted you last night. If you can live together, it will be of great help to your sleep quality.

After sleeping for a while, Hermione got up to wash up and change clothes at the reminder of the new maid Liz Finkenbein. This kind of life could easily sap one's spirit.

After getting ready, walking in front of the mirror, Hermione looked at herself, wearing a long pale green coat, a white top and a pleated gray skirt. Paired with a low-key but exquisite hat of the same color, she looks like a wealthy daughter who is ignorant of the world.

At least it used to be. Hermione touched her pocket and found that she was still very poor. She would have to find some source of income later. After caressing herself for a while, Hermione went to the dining room to finish breakfast with the Geissler family and set off for today's destination.

Geisler was wearing a black formal suit, his somewhat fat belly holding the buttons tightly. Hans is also wearing a small formal suit, and his slightly curly hair makes him look very cute. Hermione almost wants him to wear women's clothes, but An can tell whether I am male or female.

Mrs. Dermot was wearing a light yellow shoulder-length high-collar dress, with a row of flowers from large to small embellished on the neckline of the chest. Her hair was tied close to her head and tied up at the back. She held a small fan in her hand, and her brown hair was under her long eyelashes. She has charming eyes, a little rosy cheeks, and her facial features become more and more attractive as she looks at her, giving her the temperament of a lady.

Adé followed behind in her black and white maid outfit, along with Geisler's valet Gemar and Cady.

"Now that everyone is here, let's set off."

The site of the stadium was chosen in the suburban area on Overly Avenue, because the land there was the cheapest. Geisler and the others took it without spending any money. There happened to be a lot of gamblers there, so their follow-up plans could be based on superior.

After passing through the somewhat dirty streets, Hermione and her team came to the outside of this simple court. Inside was a muddy ground with some straw heads, some with traces of compaction, framed with lime or white paint. To give you an approximate range, there is a relatively large frame in front of the simple wooden goal. Once the goalkeeper comes out, he cannot catch the ball with his hands.

Surrounded by terraces made of simple wooden boards, only the middle side of the venue is made of solid wood as a base, with an awning above, and the lower rows of seats are spacious and clean.

Many people gathered here out of curiosity and found a seat in the terraces to wait to watch the show. They are a little curious about this new sport. Recently, they often see children playing small balls on the street. There are also some pamphlets introducing the rules of the game. It is a new game thought up by a person named Marple Austin. .

Hermione came to the middle auditorium, where the Luo Li couple, Fallon and others were already chatting there. When the Geisler family arrived, they all came to say hello to him, mainly Hermione. They all learned that Hermione was unmarried and seemed to want to develop something.

"Lord Matthias, didn't you go to Stuttgart? Why are you back again?"

"Gessler, I am on the opposite side of you this time. I funded that team. How could I not come? Cecil also came to join me."

A somewhat frail Charles also brought Almiron and his children here to join in the chat. Hermione watched them like an outsider and found a seat near the front with Dermot.

"Dermott, Ms. Austin, it's been a while since I last saw you. It's great to see you're recovering well."

Martina Medel came here with her three children. Luc Medel nodded and joined the chatting of the gentlemen in front. Martina came here with her children, all dressed formally.

The eldest daughter Isabella and the second daughter Harleen politely greeted Hermione, and the somewhat shy little Luc Medel also followed. Hermione felt that if she didn't have a good memory, she would have confused them all, and one name could be passed down forever.

"Hello, I'm not late."

Redman and her husband, Administrator Kalaw, came here with their two children. The eldest son was expressionless and a little cold; the younger daughter looked around and observed the surroundings.

"Just in time, let's guess which team will win? Kamari Town or Lange United."

Alter asked her children to play with Redman and Martina's children, and she came to Hermione to chat with her. She looked good-looking, wearing a light green low-cut dress, and always spoke with a smile. A smile.

"Mrs. Alter, which team are you investing in?" Hermione responded to her words. You can tell where the capital is.

"I have investments in both companies. Ms. Austin, which one do you prefer? After all, you are the inventor."

"I haven't seen them train. There are too many variables. After all, football is round and anything is possible."

"This sentence makes sense. I think this is why everyone likes to chat with you. You will always find some philosophy of life in your words."

"It's good to be useful. It's valuable to be able to make some contributions to everyone." Hermione felt that it was almost time to start. The ladies had almost arrived. A bunch of children were waiting at the guardrail to watch, and the ones behind them were looking after them. The servants were watching carefully to prevent accidents.

"Dermott, why have you rarely spoken recently? Do you not want to communicate with us anymore?" Redman asked Dermot next to him. She was a little curious about the relationship between Dermot and Hermione. From the beginning to now, Dermot's eyes were either on Hans or Hermione, sitting quietly on the chair, as if he had no fight with the world.

"I'm thinking about how long and how far human life is? Do you want to come with me?"

"Just carpe diem, you are too sentimental, that's why you are often depressed."

Geisler came to the circle of chatting ladies and looked at Hermione, "Ms. Austin, you can come over and talk together. It's about to start, so everyone can prepare."

"Is it finally better? I'm looking forward to it." Hermione came to the stage with everyone.