Mystery: The Fool's Witch Angel

Under the bench inside the church, Father Gerhardt and Perec sat together like old friends, exchanging information about their trip. Salmont glanced at the official person in charge of the government with some curiosity and wrote down his appearance.

"Deputy Mayor Nashoord feels like he died of natural causes. We can't find any reason, even divination has no results, and Archbishop Lucas can't do anything.

"On the other hand, his brother Little Nashoord lost control and collapsed into a ball of rotten flesh, scaring everyone who saw it crazy. We planned to try divination to find out the reason, but we were directly stopped by the high priest Lucas. , he said that this was far beyond what we could handle. In the end, it was His Excellency Archbishop Colombel who took action and determined that the cause was here, but there was someone else.

“So I had to come in person to confirm the situation.

In some areas of the Dominion south of Marsy, under the dioceses under the responsibility of the cardinal, the relatively independent free cities and large cities are under the responsibility of the archpriest, and the places below are managed by the chief priest and assistant priests. Different management methods formed in different regions are based on This is to relieve the Cardinal's management pressure and strengthen his control over the grassroots.

"Is there anyone else? Director Perec, you have rich knowledge of mysticism and should have made your own judgment."

"I want to meet someone, and I hope you will accompany me. I don't want any bad misunderstanding to occur."

"Is it her?"

"Yes, the source of the curse should be her."

"Then we have to wait for a while. It will probably take some time for her to go back. She is currently participating in a new sport called football."

"Is this one? It looks pretty good." Perec held up the tabloid left on the church table and chairs.

"She is such an interesting person. I hope you will bear with me. She will not act recklessly. I am afraid she is being taken advantage of."

"I don't dare, so just wait!"

"Have the fugitives been caught in the Hu Bo incident? I always feel that they have other purposes. Hu Bo is more like an accident. He is a selfish and shrewd person who will not give up the life he has and run to seek death."

"There are too many homeless people in society, and they move around in a wide range, just like looking for a needle in a haystack. The result of divination is also a blurry picture. They are very smart and are willing to break their arms to survive."

"You have to take care of the homeless, otherwise they will still appear later."

"I will try my best to mention it to my superiors, as much as I can."

After speaking, the two fell into silence. After sending away the believers who asked for help, Samont left here and went back to the back. He also wants to go to the stadium and see what it looks like again. There will be many opportunities in the future, but now it is better to seize the time, and there is that woman.

In the stands, Hermione watched with her face raised. The game was finally coming to an end. The two teams on the field each took a few penalties. It was easy to get injured while kicking. Audiences in the surrounding area also erupted in screams from time to time. She vaguely felt that there were more cognitive imprints of mysticism, and her mental relapses should not be so frequent recently.

When she stabilizes, she should be able to try to regain the power of a saint. At least she will have the power to protect herself, and then she can face her enemies head-on.

The whistle blew, and Hermione woke up from her thoughts. The game was over. I don't know if it was the result they arranged intentionally. Kamari Town defeated Lange United 2-1. There were many goals, and they were undoubtedly blown away by the referee. Well, you can't just fall down in front of the goal and hit it with your hands. Hermione wrote out all the general rules.

"Ms. Austin, we invite you to give them awards. This is the responsibility of the promoters and the honor of the team members. We will use this to announce the establishment of the club later."

Geissler and Fallon came to invite Hermione. A brass trophy stood there, with inscriptions from the God of Knowledge and Wisdom's scripture on it, and it was simply made into the shape of a cup with a handle.

Hermione took the trophy and came to the guardrail. She was the only woman in the row of men, which seemed a bit awkward. The ladies were all standing in the back area. The players below, whose skin was red and soaked with sweat, unconsciously looked at Hermione, who was holding a brass trophy in the middle. The quiet and charming girl filled them with fantasy.

"Luo Li, now I understand why you are willing to let her participate. She is indeed very charming, a little ordinary at first, but the longer you look at it, the easier it is to fall into it and be unable to extricate yourself. She is the most beautiful and charming person I have ever talked about. girl."

Luo Li and Burke, who were standing further away, were leaning against the guardrail and chatting. Their eyes were focused on Hermione, who was shaking hands with the team members cordially on the right.

"If you like it, go and give it a try. It's a pity that an old man like me is no longer competitive. If I were ten years younger, I would be in it too."

On the U-shaped wooden steps, the surrounding spectators were excitedly reminiscing about the game just now, and talked to each other about their companions who were watching together. Charlotte and Nancy still had some of the excitement of shouting just now. Flagg next to him breathed a sigh of relief, as long as nothing big happened. The next step was to follow the clues to track down the people who ran away.

Jorah stood there with some concern, looking at the team members celebrating in the distance, and there was a figure there that he was very familiar with. Because they were a little far away, he didn't notice it until he came to the stage.

It is a good thing to allow residents to have more entertainment activities. If they encounter cultists who want to cause trouble, so many people in a small place can easily cause hidden dangers.

"What are you thinking about? Jorah, it's time for us to leave. Do you want to participate in the inauguration ceremony ahead?"

Flagg woke him up. A group of people were already sitting neatly in the middle stand, and the people above were talking. Due to the distance, they could not hear clearly, and the audience who had not left the venue gathered around curiously. Children of all kinds also took the balls they received and kicked them around inside.

"It's nothing. It's quite interesting. It's a cathartic opportunity to release stress. It's good for ordinary people. Let's go back."

"It feels very passionate. I almost want to play for a while and let out all my worries."

Charlotte, who was following him, ran to the staff and brought back a tan leather ball. This was probably the special prize for the spectators watching the game.

"It just so happens that you and Nancy are playing each other, and the rules are in the booklet."

Several people walked back through the somewhat dilapidated streets. Hiring a carriage was not necessary for them.

After delivering a short speech, Hermione walked down from the podium. She probably came up with this exercise because she wanted everyone to enjoy the joy of exercise and add some fun to life. I hope everyone likes it...

A young man wearing the clothes of a clergyman from the Church of Knowledge stood there. Seeing Hermione's anxious expression, he hurried forward. Hermione had some impressions of him as a trainee acolyte named Lucius.

"Madam, Father Gerhardt invites you to come to the church. There is something urgent."

"now?"

"Yes, time is a little tight. The carriage is already waiting."

"Then let me go and talk about it."

Hermione immediately explained the reason to Dermot and Geisler and followed Lucius to the church. She took off her white silk gloves and put the membership badge back into her pocket.

In the village on the edge of the beach in Kamari Town, an old man wearing gray-brown burlap clothes returned here with two young men and a little boy dressed similarly.

The yellow beach between the sea and the village is extremely dazzling in the sun. Scattered coconut trees are scattered around, and the densest one is near the edge of the village, which separates the beach from the village like an isolation belt. There are some fishing nets and hammocks for sleeping and rest hanging below. Repaired fishing boats were turned over and left to dry on the beach.

At this time, most of the fishermen who came back early were resting. An old woman carrying a net and repairing it on the roadside noticed their group and said with a smile: "Taton, have you come back with your son and grandson to make a lot of money?" ?”

"Stop talking about this. If I were really rich, I wouldn't have to come back and start my old business again. If Mrs. Rufu needs help with any work, just call me these two sons. I am too old to move."

"Then I won't be polite from now on. Your house may need to be repaired. I still have some boards here. If you don't have enough, you can come and get them."

"You are as kind as ever, Mrs. Rufo."

Old Tatton took his imaginary children and grandchildren to the somewhat dilapidated house and began to clean it up. How could he give up on something he had worked so hard to develop? Now he would have to start over again. Those people probably never imagined that they would leave traces in Langeburg and eventually completely lose contact and return here under different identities.