Mystery: The Fool's Witch Angel

Hermione and everyone were walking out of the warehouse, feeling a little down.

Although most of the attacks he faced did not hurt him but almost harmed innocent people, the disease that Tatiana accidentally spilled still almost wiped out everyone.

There are no brave men and no Long Aotian in this other world. What is more here is the asymmetry of fate.

What should I do if I encounter this situation next time? The Witch Church obviously does not give up on her, and Tatiana is more inclined to test the attention of several churches on her.

It’s difficult! Hermione held her forehead, I really didn't come here accidentally, and I didn't want to come here.

Looking at the people being carried away on the stretcher, she felt that she had not had so many emotional fluctuations for a long time, and that she was no longer a human being.

"You can't think so wildly." Hermione hinted to herself that she was really a human being.

After walking through the warehouse area, the road began to become narrow and full of potholes. The road from the warehouse is built towards the dock. If you want to reach the urban hospital quickly, crossing the slums on the edge is undoubtedly the fastest, but the road is not good.

The old brick building next to it was covered with black dust, and the windows were covered with a thick layer of dirt. The stench permeated the surroundings, and the stagnant water on the road contained excrement poured directly from the residents nearby.

Hermione walked carefully. It was the first time she had seen such a bad road.

The police on both sides were heading to the warehouse location to clean up traces. She came back from her thoughts and thought too much that she couldn't change it. It was up to the Augustus family.

There were wooden houses and sheds everywhere, and the people living inside had returned. Some of them were looking out or leaning against the door to watch the police and Hermione passing by.

These may add some conversation topics to their numb and mechanical work tomorrow. Under the dim kerosene light, there is another scene of the city.

On the nearby piles, the homeless man who had just wandered over came here. When he saw Hermione, he thought of the scene when he saw Hermione continuously condensing fireballs and filled with flames during the battle, and he screamed in surprise.

"Ghost! If you don't come, you're chasing me." He ran away, and a policeman next to him caught up and said something to the homeless man...

Hermione was speechless and touched herself, I haven't turned into a ghost yet!

Then he pointed at the homeless man and said, "Don't spread rumors. I'm not a ghost. I'm a human being. Otherwise, you could see me."

After being notified by the police, the homeless man said nothing, walked to the side, picked up a little girl, and left.

Hermione met Royce and Diego in the front. Since the two were relatively resistant and had more of a cold and cough, she sent her teammates to the rescue when the battle was over.

"I'm sorry for tonight. If it weren't for me, so many things wouldn't have happened tonight." Hermione sat on the carriage and said.

"Ahem, cough, cough, there are many accidents that we cannot predict, such as the evil god pollution that appeared tonight. If those powers are really allowed to come completely, the consequences may be more serious than now, but haven't we already stopped it?" Royce comforted

"When we set foot on this road, we are already prepared to die at any time or unexpectedly. Many times I cannot help myself. Many times we have to make a choice. As Nighthawks, it is our responsibility to protect this place. Responsibility, you don’t have to blame yourself.”

Diego also coughed a few times and said that due to the characteristics of the psychic, his resistance is stronger.

"Yes! Besides, everyone is just infected with the disease. We can just tie up a wild medicine man and bring him back to treat it. I remember there is one in Pulitzer, right! Diego, I registered one before."

Royce made a joke at the right time, "Such a big thing, the higher ups will also send people to watch. You see, the punishment agent can directly ask the Bishop of Canterbury to come for support. Don't worry too much."

"Thank you, I will be more careful in the future."

At Leeds Hospital, looking at his teammates lying in the ward, Voss, who was sniffling next to him, estimated that he would be like 007 during this period.

Sims and Fernando went directly back to their respective headquarters to report the information, while the injured of the Punisher went to another hospital.

Royce took the medicine and walked over with Hermione, "How's it going, old man?"

"It's not good! Although it's not life-threatening, the doctor said it will take half a month to recuperate. Now there is a shortage of manpower. The criminal who escaped before has not been found yet!" Voss picked up the hot water and took a sip. .

"That's all we can do now. We'll collect intelligence first. I guess there won't be any unreasonable guy coming to make trouble during this period. The Bishop of Canterbury's appearance here has already solved a lot of things. Diego is going to find the pharmacist."

"I almost forgot, pharmacists are a good thing. If you can find them, they can solve many problems."

"Then we'll go back first. If you have any questions, please contact us in time."

After saying goodbye, Hermione and Royce walked out of the hospital and hired a simple carriage to ride home.

The morning light has emerged in the east, the vendors on the street are opening their doors, and horse-drawn carriages are passing by, pulling dewy vegetables.

Factory workers and textile workers walked to the factory, most of them wearing shabby and patched clothes, and their faces were disproportionate to their actual age due to overwork.

"Mr. Royce, are they like this every day?" Hermione had many questions about the place where she was now, similar but not the same.

"Yeah, if they didn't, they wouldn't be able to support themselves."

Hermione thought that since she woke up, she had been relying on the people she met, which was very dangerous and very lucky. The memory of the union stayed there more than a thousand years ago, and many of them were not remembered. It seemed that I had not seriously understood the world.

The carriage continued to move forward, and a little girl suddenly ran out of the crowd on the street and lay down on the car where Hermione and Royce were sitting.

"Sister, save me, my mother is going to sell me to someone else."

Hermione was stunned for a moment. She looked familiar. Are you looking for me?

"What's going on?" he blurted out, 'I almost spoke the wrong language'.

When the groom saw it, he yelled at the little girl to let her go and was about to whip her away.

Hermione asked the groom to stop first, and Royce nodded to Hermione to understand the situation.

Hermione looked at the little girl. Her thin cheeks were slightly sunken, her hair was yellow, her body was thin, and she was wearing an old skirt that was yellowed and wrinkled. The little girl was emotionally unstable, trembling a little, and kept begging.

Hermione lifted the little girl onto the carriage and realized that she was so light that she felt almost like skin and bones.

"Hello, can you tell me your name? My name is Hermione."

Hermione held the little girl's hands and asked about the little girl. Those hands made Hermione feel that they were not what a child should have at all. They were covered with roughness and scars.

"My name is Eliza Taylor, can you help me? Sister Hermione, I don't want to go to that terrible place."

The little girl said with tears as the man behind her cursed her quickly.