Secret: The Fool's Witch Angel

When it was completely dark and the telegraph room was about to get off work, Hermione waited for Columpel's reply.

She has encountered some things recently and is relatively busy, so sometimes she cannot reply in time.

As for what it was, she didn't say, and Hermione also knew that she was a strong woman just like herself.

Friedrich left a line in his last diary before he disappeared.

"Our faith is equal."

Further on, there are some daily affairs of the church, as well as complaints about the things encountered.

The 'greenhouse garden' incident has been definitively resolved, and the Keeper team brought back the source pollutant, a thorny vine that exudes desire and vitality.

Its evaluation is only a second-level sealed item that barely reaches it, and it doesn't seem to involve a higher level of power, otherwise it will stay where it is and let the team of keepers deal with it.

Some scourges broke out in Stuttgart before, which made the church step up its cleanup of heretics and secret organizations. No one would dare to take the lead in a short time.

Columpel told Hermione not to worry about this, just concentrate on dealing with her own affairs, and go to Beglitt City to talk to her when you have time.

After reading it, Hermione felt that they must have something to hide from her, and something was obviously wrong.

Although I did a favor to clean up the heretics yesterday, there is no need to emphasize it.

The problem is not too serious. Even if the original demon goddess descends, the current self has the confidence to run away. If he runs back to the church and sits, no one can do anything to him.

After greeting a few times with Father Brandt, who was also preparing to go to the banquet, he went to find Edmund Winter, the protagonist of tonight.

With the night in the town, Hermione jumped off the leaves and onto the wooden roof.

Below, Edmund Winter is sitting on a haystack eating bread.

She hid in the darkness, watching Edmund who went to swim in the lake after eating the bread delivered.

It's late autumn now, and the temperature of that lake is beyond the tolerance of ordinary people.

Just when Hermione thought he had become a little normal, Edmund got into the muck and rolled around again, making the sound of opening and closing his mouth.

She on the roof almost couldn't help letting him fall asleep physically. For the sake of the people around her, she endured and continued to watch these grotesque behaviors.

Edmund ran to the shore and suddenly stood upside down on the tree, holding the trunk with both hands, as if climbing a tree, but his body kept retreating.

Did he find himself?Hermione managed to weave the hammock with the spider silk, waiting for the right moment.

In case this guy is frightened, it would be better not to dream.

The crimson moon was in mid-air, and the surrounding environment could only be the sounds of small animals. Hermione controlled the spider silk hammock to land in front of the wooden house.

Edmund inside had fallen asleep on the straw pile, and with the help of the faint moonlight, he could see that there was still a small table inside, with some things he scavenged.

Take out that badge, and arrange the prepared spiritual materials such as moon flower essential oil, night vanilla powder and so on.

Tranquility, the ripples that calmed the restlessness in his heart spread out, and the scenery around Hermione began to be divided, like separate areas.

There was no sign of Edmund Winter in the cabin. He was holding a rope from a spruce growing upside down in the clouds, and he was tying fish wandering nearby.

The fins of those fish spread out like wings and grew feathers, and they glide to avoid the rope that is caught.

Edmund climbed up to it, paddled a few logs which he had tied with straw rope, and swam on it.

The web pulled Hermione in front of him, and he walked on, not noticing Hermione.

"Don't you think you're weird?"

Edmund turned his head and looked at Hermione who suddenly fell in fright. Below was a large lake covered with mud, and there was a black figure with hair full of poisonous snakes and a perfectly curvy figure.

In his hand appeared a long spear with gorgeous patterns and reflecting silver light, his eyes were full of determination, the long spear was full of fire and burned the shadow.

When he was about to fall into the mud, a group of people appeared below, holding Edmond who had fallen and ran up to cheer, colorful flowers sprinkled and fell to the sky.

Hermione, who was sitting on the spider silk hammock, was a little surprised. As an ordinary person, he could still travel to the dreams of the townspeople.

Not really, there is a problem in his mind, which cannot be counted as an ordinary person, so I just went to see his brain.

"Miss, can I spend the spring evening with you? You are so beautiful!"

A rough burly man and a few men dressed as gentlemen surrounded Hermione who was sitting in the hammock, and the preparations in her hands had already begun.

"Don't want to dream about anything, go and have fun."

She directly pulled up this group of people and threw them into the distance. There was no need to care too much about ordinary people, unless she was really humiliating herself like that John.

At this time Edmund had already led a group of people in the square, curling up and doing strange movements, like a duck.

This group of people should be imagined by him, because the dreams of those around him are normal, and they are not affected and doing their own things.

Hermione, who had been observing for a long time, didn't feel any accident nearby, nor did she see that white thing reappear.

Edmund had finished crushing the purple periwinkle with his mouth, and then jumped to another place.

The people who were sitting independently and dreaming their own dreams were also united and walked to this tree-covered park, but the church next to it disappeared and turned into an open space with a few pages scattered there.

Hermione jumped out of the hammock, and followed the crowd towards Edmund, who was standing on the high platform carved in stone. He was wearing a formal suit at this time, with good features, like a successful orator.

Below are the flower farmers and others that Hermione saw today. Those ladies walked in the front, and the man next to them should be their husbands, and that Ryan was also there.

After these people arrived, they sat on chairs that did not exist on the ground, and Edmund on top was about to speak.

Hermione trembled all over, feeling very dangerous. She didn't know when she was surrounded by a white cloud.

Blinking his eyes, he realized that he had returned to the wooden house in the black environment. Edmund Winter inside was still dreaming his own dreams, but those group ones were missing.

She actually kicked herself out, and Hermione sat on the spider silk hammock in a daze for a long time. The feeling was like meeting the natural enemy, the original witch, and she was kicked out of the dream in an instant when she was in a trance.

She stayed here thinking for a long time, and when she looked at Edmund again, he fell asleep in a dream.Laying on the bed with a nightcap on, it looks very comfortable.

Some reddish moon, the size of a house, accompanied him, and the craters on it were clearly visible.

Hermione hastily interrupted the picture, some things can't be recalled by memory now, so as to avoid unnecessary trouble.

'Some things are best left alone, just let him fend for himself. '

After leaving here, she seemed to understand the cold treatment of the Church of Knowledge and Wisdom. These things involved too much, like a bomb wrapped in a mess, and it exploded when straightened out.

In a somewhat dim bedroom, Tatiana, who was wearing a holy white dress, opened the door and walked inside.A head of blond hair is naturally scattered on the back, with youthful vigor and beauty.

After closing the door, she sat on the sofa, and there was a shadow on the opposite side, but there was nothing else.

"You guys like to pretend to be like this, and to create this kind of contrast, wouldn't it be better to be real?"

The cold voice was full of ridicule and temptation, wanting to burst out the biggest desire in my heart to the temptation.

Sitting on the sofa, Tatiana covered her tightly squeezed body with her hands, her clear green eyes became blurred, and her holy aura was full of imaginative charm.

"We hope that you, Duke of North, can do a favor. In exchange, we will provide you with enough 'desires'."

"I'm afraid it's not that simple."

"You just need to help us wrap her up, and we'll do the rest."

Tatiana's voice became softer and softer, and she was already spread out on the table.

"Is this person? He made us suffer a lot before. I didn't want to do it at first, but this time I promise you, half of it first, and you."

"Okay, we are happy to cooperate."

Tatiana let go of her clutched hands and threw away the dress in her hand. The shadow on the opposite side slid onto her body, and the lights on the wall kept flickering.

Hermione, who had seen a lot of boring dreams last night, got up and stretched her waist. Edmund was almost nothing, and the white mist didn't dare to approach it with her.

Do we all have a common belief?Should Edmund also believe in the god of knowledge and wisdom?Or do you believe in fools with yourself?
Friedrich went in at Dande in the Carrington area. Now 170 years have passed, and the parties involved have long since died, so there is no place to investigate.

Still in the top and bottom skirt, she was going to go out and continue to observe Edmund, to see what would happen during the day and the difference between it and the night.

Today's Helen unexpectedly showed up at the church early. Only when she saw her fully dressed and the stick in her hand did she know that it was time for worship today.

There is no way, Hermione, who is pretending to teach knowledge, can only follow through the whole process. I hope the god of knowledge and wisdom will not mind her flexible bottom line of belief.

The outside of the church was already full of townspeople, and Helen came to wait in front of her choir children.

Father Brandt held a heavy book and saw that the time was up, and came to the Holy Emblem of Knowledge and Wisdom
Hermione went through a set of procedures here, and the children's chorus inside was really good. After the bell rang, everyone got up and left to go back.

Some people in the front rows are still there, so they don't want to crowd people. That Ren was also staying there with his wife yesterday.

Mrs. Catherine brought her husband Garcia's mayor and administrator Ernst to Father Brandt's place. Her children followed behind and stopped Hermione who was about to go out.

"Miss Austin, you are more beautiful today, what happened last night?"

"I've always been so good-looking, thank you for the compliment, I'm going to do important things now."

Hermione, who didn't intend to waste too much time, just ended the topic and left. She still has a lot of practice to do, and there are people to save, so this is not the time for small talk.

"Curious people!"

"A girl with such a big airs who doesn't know any manners."

Ernst shook his head and commented, since he thought the girl should stay at home and wait for arrangements, just be a canary.

The daughter behind him still had an expression of owed money, pulling her brother.

"Let's not talk about this, Brandt, let's discuss the scope of expansion. Come here, Ren."

Ernst beckoned to wake up Ryan who was stunned there. He came back to his senses and walked over, and Mrs. Ryan beside him kept a distance.

Hermione walked out of the church, found a place where no one was around, and came directly to Edmund's place quickly.

He took a wooden stick and dug out a small hole by the side, and then walked up and kept measuring, as if he was carving a work of art.

"What are you doing? Do you want to return to your mother's arms?"

"How do you know, are you coming too?"

"I'll help you."

Hermione literally knocked him unconscious and buried him there, exposing only the part above his chest, allowing him to breathe smoothly.

She really doesn't want to talk to this person for a moment, and she can always find an angle to talk to you, so that you can't even provoke him.

The steps to dreaming were ready, Hermione looked at Edmund who was on the bed, he was holding on to the bed, desperately trying to get into a place.

Apart from him, the bed was a piece of air, and he got into the suspended air in a weird way, the flesh and blood on his body kept being compressed, as if he was returning to his embrace.

Hermione, who was watching, wanted to get closer to study, her body reacted with motivation, her coiled red hair spread out, and a roaring face appeared at the ends of those hairs, wanting to rush out.Evil patterns lit up all over his body.

The dream suddenly shattered, and the low Edmund jumped out of the mound, hugged his head and shouted frantically, and jumped into the lake.

Hermione, with her hair disheveled, also sensed that a hidden existence was watching her, and she resisted the pollution from the secret.

I didn't see it in advance, this is really too careless, it is necessary to accept more divinity.

But I don't have many anchors to fix my current consciousness, I don't know if I can withstand the impact.

After seeing Edmund swimming back from the lake without incident, she left with confidence and returned to the church.

The daytime dream doesn't work, is it a dream where everyone wants to be together?Or do we need enough people?

It seems that it can only be at night, otherwise it will be troublesome if you die.

The white mist has already been sensed, and it is only the last step.

When she walked out of this area, something disappeared from her body, which instantly relieved her a little.

'Is this what happens when you die? '

She tied her loose red hair back, braided the thin hair on both sides and tied it behind her head, and made a simple long hair hairstyle.

Back at the church, the couples were still there, sitting beside them, and an old man with gray hair sat in the middle.

Calm, capable, with a little majesty in his eyes, two beards under his nose, wearing a black formal suit and a top hat.

Seeing Hermione coming in, she got up to greet her, and the other people also got up and looked over.

"Are you Siswest Curtis' father?" She cut to the point and shook hands with the person in front of her.

"Yes, I am his father, Heinrich Curtis."