Secret: The Fool's Witch Angel

After sending out the questioning message, Hermione went back to the parasol in the backyard of the church, where the rattan seats and tables were perfect for thinking alone.

Close your eyes, and you can see Edmund Winter who is still fainting through the leftover mirror fragments.He had rolled into the straw heap and got mixed up.

She didn't know whether to grieve for him or for his family.

Reducing to such a crazy appearance and losing the most basic rational thinking as a human being, it is very similar to those walking dead who have lost control but are not so serious, and can only speak instinctive words influenced by the path.

The sound of the door opening sounded. Hermione opened her eyes and looked at Alisa who was wearing a gray nightgown and was standing at the door. The scars on her face had recovered after her own treatment, and she was in a better condition.

The upper part is slightly round, and the lower part has a slightly pointed face looking at Hermione sitting in the courtyard with a hint of confusion.

Seeing that she was about to pull up her nightgown to wipe her eyes, Hermione climbed over the guardrail to the door, took her back, and closed the door.

It's not good to come out here like this, it's not good to desecrate the church, as expected, the psychological trauma is too great, and there must be psychological shadows from being violent by that kind of guy.

"Get dressed first, and you should pay attention to your own image at all times." She took the numb Alisa to tidy up, and hoped that her parents would come soon.

At this time, Mrs. Rainer got out of the carriage and came to a smelly livestock farm. She was out of place in the gorgeous dress.The servant asked the people from the farm to bring straws to help her lay a road separated by mud to a simple wooden house in front.Otherwise, the dark and muddy mud below would give her nowhere to go.

She didn't know why she fell asleep last night, maybe because she was too tired.When she got up this morning, she was the only one on the bed, thinking that he had gone out early in the morning, until someone came to inform her that her husband was in front.

Another servant rode up on the road behind and rushed to her side. "Ma'am, the conservatory garden area has disappeared, and there was only a flat dirt field left this morning."

"Go and explain to Administrator Ernst first, even if the thief steals the soil together, he can't run so fast."

Mrs. Wren was also puzzled. Could it be that the residents of the town went to dig up the garden that she and Catherine built together?Now I can't take care of so much, the most important thing is to go inside to see my husband first.

The servant who received the order rode away again, and Mrs. Wren walked into the inside with her personal maid and male servant.The smell of animal excrement here is not strong, it is very light, completely different from the outside, and there is still a little fragrance.

The place at the source allowed her to see an unforgettable scene in her life. She no longer worried about whether the inside was dirty or not, and threw up while leaning on the rough log guardrail.

The faces of the maids and servants around her also became tangled.Only the two farmers who led the way didn't care, and looked at them jokingly with a pitchfork and shovel.

Ren was lying on top of a pig, with two sheep half lying beside him.The pig also stretched its limbs, its breathing was a little weak, its head lay on the ground, and its eyes kept turning.The lamb would bleat a few times from time to time, and walk a few times with difficulty on its hind legs on its knees.

They were all stained with a lot of dirt inside, especially the pile of red and black marks on Ren's body. He was still sleeping soundly behind the pig and was not affected in the slightest.

Mrs. Wren vomited her breakfast, wiped her mouth with a handkerchief, raised her head to see the side view again, and then helped her to the side retching her throat, and the maid who was supporting her continued to help her breathe.

There was already a row of people watching the scene at the feeding and slaughtering side. They were farmers on the farm in rough clothes, and they didn't make a sound. They just looked at it with mocking eyes while holding farm tools.

Mrs. Wren has never felt as embarrassed as she is now. After wiping it off again with a handkerchief, she threw it on the pile of straw aside, moved her head away from the picture with a look of discomfort and disgust, and told the servants and the people on the farm.

"You clean the master and take it back. Remember to clean it, especially those places."

"Let's go, go to the greenhouse garden. No, go back and take a shower first, and change your clothes before going." Mrs. Wren, who quickly went outside, ordered the maid to go straight to the carriage waiting there.

"Ma'am, do we need to call the police?" the maid's weak voice sounded.

"This is embarrassing enough. Go back and ask someone to call the police. Anyway, everyone will see it as a joke, and I am that pig." Mrs. Wren, who was sitting in the carriage, sighed against the back of the chair, and immediately folded her hands and prayed.

"Lord of knowledge and wisdom, I hope he can restrain himself a bit this time, please forgive his previous sins."

She understood that someone was taking revenge on him, and it was not easy to save one's life. She hoped that he would find his way back in the future.

When I think of that scene, my heart also responds, I'm afraid it will happen in the future!She helped the maid to vomit.

Behind Garcia Church, Hermione asked Alisa to wash and comb, helped her put on her usual brown and white dress, and braided her hair on her head.

In the past, others served me, but now I have to take care of everyone, which is another cycle.

After it was done, she took her to the kitchen of the church to eat something, and Leya, the cook hired by the church, added a layer of butter and cheese to her bread.

"Eat here slowly, your parents will be here soon, don't worry too much."

"Is that true last night? Sister, I seem to beat the master with you inside."

"Shh." Hermione pressed close to her ear, "Don't say it, just treat it as a dream, these are all in the past."

Naturally, Hermione was not afraid of these people's revenge, dared to insult her and immediately sent him on the road. The church had no objection when they saw it, but Alisa was different. Those people wanted to punish her with a lot of means, and they didn't have to do it themselves.It can be protected for a while, but it cannot be protected for a lifetime.

"Thank you for the dream."

"Don't cry, let's have breakfast."

Hermione took out a handkerchief to help Alisa wipe away her tears, Alisa also put down the knife and fork in her hand, hugged Hermione and cried.She stroked her hair and her back and comforted Alyssa.

Mrs. Leia, the head of the kitchen who was cutting the cabbage, also nodded approvingly at Hermione, knowing how to comfort the unfortunate girl.

Her husband, Uncle Reuben, came in with a large bag of food that was going to be used today, with a playful smile on his face, as if he had been holding back for a long time.

"Leya, do you know? That Master Wren went to spend the night with the pigs in the sheep pen, and they were still sleeping together when they found out. Lord of knowledge! He finally punished him with wisdom. The two poor lambs couldn't walk, the strong he-goat was exhausted, and the pig was dying. Those animals were supposed to be on their table today, but now it seems that no one dares to touch Mr. Wren's lovers."

"The Lord of Knowledge has manifested. He has finally punished this damned businessman. That's fine, that's fine." Aunt Leia looked at Alisa who was hugging Hermione.

When she came here this morning, she also knew the tragic experience of this girl. Rennes' chamber of commerce was also suppressing the purchase price of their wine and crops. After a year of hard work, they could only make ends meet.

"Hahaha, he probably went to the Black Rose Night Market, and those prostitutes would not want to receive him anymore. Who would want to treat him like a pig. It's a pity that no one has that thing called a camera. Otherwise, take a picture and write an introduction, and send it to the Stuttgart Daily Post for publication. It is estimated that there will be a lot of royalties."

Uncle Ruben opened his mouth hidden in his gray beard and chattered endlessly, vividly describing the scene to the few people present, as if he was really there.

She also pretended to be Mrs. Wren who was vomiting and disgusted when she saw that scene. The wiping movement was exquisite and beautiful, and the eyes that kept avoiding were restored.

In areas where the God of Knowledge and Wisdom was believed, most people could read and write, and their angry words were not so rude.Hermione also felt that it would be better to have fewer useless modal particles.

Uncle Ruben took a few glances at the two sitting with Hermione. He has been busy, but he didn't know the newcomers to the church. Is it these two?

He took out the bread, seasonings and fresh meat inside, and unconsciously focused his eyes on where Hermione was, as if he felt a wave of youth.

The knife in Leya's hand who was chopping vegetables on the opposite side couldn't help but clenched tightly, and her voice became louder, which made Ruben wake up quickly and smiled. He was already very old, and he had a wife who had been with him for a long time, and he was still thinking about what he was doing when he was young.

After putting the contents inside, he left to continue carrying things.

Hermione, who was sitting at the dining table, also looked at the glaring Mrs. Leia with some amusement. The lettuce in her hand seemed to be cut into pieces like Reuben.

As long as you don't stare at yourself for too long, plus the charm of putting it away, the impact will not be that great, and that layer of black veil can also interfere a little.

She felt that she would have to wear a baby-like bib around her neck in the future, and she used her charm to increase her goodwill, so that everyone would use her as the object of narration. If there were more crybabys in the future, the shirt would not need to be washed.

After comforting Alisa, Hermione asked her to continue eating here, with Mrs. Leia watching, so there was no need to worry about accidents.

When they came to the church in front, Father Brandt walked over silently. Kurtz, who was working inside, and Helen, who was choosing the children, all glanced at her, thinking about what they had just heard.

Anna and Apfel went out to do errands together, to perform a resting ceremony for the buried believers.

"Did you do it, Deacon."

"Yes, I saved Alisa who was about to commit suicide. When will her parents come?"

"Fortunately, you saved her. Those who commit suicide cannot enter the Lord's Kingdom of God. I hope she can accept these sufferings and make herself stronger. Her parents should arrive in the afternoon, and her home is a little far away."

"Well, go report this matter to the administrator again, at least you need to get a compensation, I will write a letter to Stuttgart to complain and explain."

"Thank you for your reason and understanding. There is one more thing. The greenhouse garden where the strange incident broke out before disappeared last night."

Hermione turned her head and became puzzled directly. She understood that the former had to be dealt with according to the rules, but what was the latter?
"The greenhouse garden was built by Mrs. Wren, Mrs. Caitlin, and Mrs. Miller... those wealthy businessmen's wives. They can be used for viewing and cultivating high-quality flower seeds. One of the main trade goods in Garcia Town is the cultivation of flower seeds.

The church has arranged for a "Knower" to deal with the problem before, but I didn't expect the garden to disappear directly, which makes me a little uneasy, and I hope you can check it out, Deacon. "

Although Father Brandt didn't know what Hermione in front of him was doing, she must have a very high sequence and be a strong person.

This kind of weird thing should be handled by professionals.

Hermione on the opposite side didn't know anything, she was just a temporary worker, so how could she have the opportunity to read those reports and files to understand what happened.

"What happened to the greenhouse garden before? I have no contact with the previous Keeper, so I don't know."

The Guardian of the Wisdom is an organization similar to the Nighthawks, and it is the organization of the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom to handle extraordinary events.

"Several gardeners disappeared inexplicably in the greenhouse before, and later everyone found their dry and skinny corpses under the gorgeous flowers.

According to the results of the autopsy, they died because of indulgence, losing all their spirituality and vitality.

Whenever there are flowers blooming there, people who are close to them will have great desire, get entangled in the flowers, and finally wither and die.

After the accidents of the gardeners one after another, no one dared to approach it. The ladies wanted to send someone to burn the weird flowers, but many vines appeared on the ground, blocking people who approached, making it a restricted area.

From time to time, some people saw some illusory and beautiful figures passing by, attracting those watching.

I reported it to the church, and the guardians came to deal with those hidden dangers, and the garden returned to its previous appearance, but I didn’t expect that this time the whole thing disappeared, including the two gardeners who were guarding inside. "

It sounds like a normal extraordinary event, and the pollution is limited there.Hermione thought of those flower seeds, and the ability of plants, there are many possibilities, the way of the Church of the Mother Earth, the primitive moon, the mother tree of desire...

Since the Keeper team can handle it, I don't need to worry about anything.

"Let's take a look then, I hope it won't affect ordinary people."

"Praise be to the Lord of knowledge, thank you for your generosity."

After confessing that Kurtz stayed in the church, Brandt took Hermione to the greenhouse garden.Hermione did not forget to tell Helen to pay attention to Alisa's mental state.

In the decaying and lonely purple wasteland, Schiller sat on a huge skeleton and played a melodious sound with a bone flute in his hand.

There are many static spider threads floating around him, blindly surrounding the surroundings, and the invisible light curtain is opened to avoid the influence of painful emotions and diseases that are flooding outside.

On the wasteland, Tatiana's beautiful and delicate face was cracked and distorted, and her spirit was constantly affected by the whispers from the spirituality.

The blond hair at the back of his head fluttered, and the aura of disease released covered the purple-black erosion, reserving a safe space for himself.

She is also confused and angry now. Finally, someone below found some traces and wanted to come over to see if it was true.I didn't expect to be blocked here directly by these people.

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