Secret: The Fool's Witch Angel

After listening to the sharing by several people, Hermione followed them to the familiar study room, where was the new governess, a mature lady.

It looks like he is 30 years old, and his appearance is not bad. His hair is parted and tied behind his head. The overall look is dry and neat, with a hint of intellectuality and motherhood.At least the choice took some thought.

"Hi, I'm Alfred Boyle, and I'm Hans Emma's current tutor. You are as beautiful as Hans and the others said."

"Thank you, my name is Hermione Evanna."

Afterwards, I went to see the excited Marilis again, told her about the progress of the matter, and advised Hermione not to blame herself too much after learning that there was still hope.

After waiting for a while, Gessler, who hadn't left much, came back and felt a little guilty when he saw Hermione.He didn't keep his promise.

Hermione felt that he didn't need to feel guilty about himself, he was an outsider and should feel guilty towards his own wife and children.What is this?
Tell him about Dermot's situation and his own plan, and of course hide the dangerous part.

"You are an authority on this matter, and we all trust you."

"I will work hard and never fail again."

Everyone in front of them was sitting on the sofa, looking like a neat family, which reminded Hermione of her own home before.

"See you next time."

"When is the next time, Sister Hermione?"

"Soon, it will come soon."

After touching the heads of Hans and Emma and talking to them briefly, he left directly and returned to St. Christopher's Church.Better to avoid it in the future.

Jorah and Fleger, who were in a complicated mood outside, also came back, and it seemed that something happened.

"Ready? We're off."

"Let's go, familiar sea, I'm back again."

"I don't really want to go. It's good to be on land."

The light came on, and they waved goodbye to Father Gerhardt in front of them, and the three of them went through the spiritual passage to Port Aleser, the destination of the southern continent.

"Eh!"

After sending people off, Father Gerhardt, who was a little melancholy, came to the back yard and opened the door, and Eva with a swollen belly was inside.

Seeing the old man coming in, she got up quickly and put down the things in her hands.

"You don't tell me, I actually know."

"Uncle Gerhart, thank you."

In the spirit world, Hermione directly entangled the two following with spider silk, and the strange creatures around were afraid that her breath would not stop the few people who were transporting at high speed.

A few tyrannical auras descended randomly, she asked the two of them to close their eyes and raise their hair to drive them away.

As the light flickered, the three of them appeared in an independent courtyard, and the surrounding air became hotter.

Jorah and Flage hurriedly took off the thick clothes on their bodies, the heat wave was a bit violent.

"Welcome to come. I have been waiting for a long time. The situation on the island will not last long."

A middle-aged man in formal attire with a medium build and head back came out from the aisle on one side, followed by a man of mixed race with a yellowish complexion, and another man who was similar to Ma Xi from the North Continent.

"Are you Bachem?"

"Your Excellency Austin, long-awaited. The rest will depend on you, Jorah, and Flage."

Several people sat on the tables and chairs in the yard and began to chat. Now it is a matter of sending Jola and the others to White Bird Island, and then going to Konot Island by themselves.

Bachem told them the latest information. There were problems with two new artillery pieces, the barrels had reached the end of their life, and the brake recuperator was reimbursed.

Relying on the cooperation of other old-fashioned artillery positions, it is still possible to suppress the indigenous mixed fleet of Intis and Fenepot, but the artillery shells cannot appear out of thin air.

There are still a large number of medicines needed by the wounded, which can be resisted on the top now, which is completely a humanitarian check from Siswester.

"Go to the arsenal, is there any difficulty?"

Hermione felt that Bachem was talking while walking, and it was a bit confusing now, and there should be some problems.

"The head of Loen here, Colonel Knox, said that our part has been urgently transferred to support South Olitia, let us wait for the next time."

"Are you sure those things are in there?"

"Sure, I'm still sure of this."

"Lead the way, let's go."

Bachem led the three of them out of the yard to the street outside, where there were mixed races from the northern and southern continents, and there were a lot of patrolling indigenous policemen.

Just walking through this street, Hermione has already noticed that many people are staring at her strange visitors, standing in a skilled and natural position.

There are also fights in the street. The patrolmen have no eyes at all, and they only protect people who travel with entourage.

She avoided the 'innocent children' who happened to bump into her, and followed Bachem for a while.

The warehouse near the edge of the city was guarded by several rows of Loen soldiers, and Bachem hurried over to identify himself.The other party went in and informed how many people were left here.

Not long after, a middle-aged man wearing the red colonel's military uniform of Loen came out to greet them, as warmly as friends he hadn't seen for many years.There was a bullet gash in the wrinkled face.

"Bachem, come in and have a cup of tea together, the military supplies are coming soon."

He noticed that Hermione, who was next to her, hurriedly backed away to be vigilant, and the aura emitted by the other party was terrifying and oppressive.

"Colonel Knox, this really can't be delayed any longer. If this goes on, our people will surrender to them. We will be able to win a little for whoever it is."

"It seems that you have come prepared, so take it away and don't expose us."

Knox with a complex expression led Bahem and his party in, and some resting Loen soldiers looked at these strangers curiously.

After asking the soldiers to open the door of a warehouse, Knox let them leave directly, and led these people in by himself.Let's see how you can carry so much.

Tall dark green square boxes of various sizes were piled up inside, as well as artillery parts wrapped in oiled paper.The central aisle only spilled into the dark depths within.

"It's all here, 9190 artillery shells of various types, 10 rounds of fixed gunpowder bullets, and supporting parts for various maintenance."

"You have accumulated so much, do you know that we are dying every day?"

Bachem was so excited that he grabbed Knox by the collar. They bought all of these with money, and they had already negotiated a delivery agreement. They didn't expect the other party to be so shameless.

"I am giving face to the strong man next to me. I can only execute the orders from above, and each is his own master."

"Are the parts of the new artillery in there?"

"Of course, the business will continue to be done later, and the reputation cannot be lost."

Knox unwrapped the oiled paper. It was indeed the replacement barrel of the new A-130 gun and the repaired parts below.