Mystery: The Fool's Witch Angel

On the beach of the coastal village, Old Tatton and his 'son' dragged up the boat that was out to sea, put down the repaired boat patches as if they were feeling something, and went to the shore under the trees that separated the village and the beach.

Coconut trees and windproof fine-leafed trees form a large shadow here, which is where villagers usually rest and work. There was an ordinary woman sitting there, and the tool for repairing the fishing net in her hand stopped, as if it was still.

Seeing the old man coming in front of him, he raised his head and looked at him with a smile, his eyes a little dull, like an old friend he hadn't seen for many days. Old Taton relied on that feeling to guess who the person in front of him was, and felt a little ups and downs in his heart.

"Traitor, I didn't expect that you would dare to come in front of me. Come back, it will just make up for what Schiller was missing before."

After he finished speaking, the surrounding trees and scenes became twisted and squeezed together, but the place where he stood was not affected. The confusing voice filled here, passing through the space like wrinkled paper and reaching the ears of such an ordinary woman. Her dull eyes were a little blurry and she got up and walked towards the old man.

"Can you represent God? We just have different dogmas, so you are the traitor. Since I dare to appear in front of you, of course I have to be prepared. After all, I promised someone else."

After the woman finished speaking, her body exploded, and the scattered flesh and blood wrapped around the shadow solidified on the ground, turning into a half-illusory, half-realistic flesh and blood net covering the wrinkled space.

A transparent liquid emitting white light flows on the red squirming surface. Ripples appear on the surface, and beautiful notes come from inside, filling the space.

Old Taton lowered his head to resist the seductive voice, and his body opened several small openings and blood flowed out from time to time. There were white ripples around him that turned into a light curtain, protecting him from the flesh-and-blood net that had tightened the space of the film like it was tying up Rouyuan's objects. The flesh and blood web trembled, and the frantic sound replaced the original temptation, trying to swallow this place whole.

"Are you crazy? This will attract the thugs of those false gods. What good will it do to you?"

"As long as it's bad for you, you didn't consider this when you sacrificed us." The voice came from all directions and swept towards Old Taton in the middle, and the barrier was about to be broken.

Just when the flesh and blood web was about to completely swallow up this place, a comforting voice came, and Old Taton, who was about to be tied up, breathed a sigh of relief.

Those notes full of beauty, rage, tranquility, mania... smoothed the wrinkled space, thick ancient whispers appeared in the ears, and the land under the feet turned into layers of gray-black quicksand, with different sizes of sand on top. Dots, red, yellow, blue, white..., as if you are standing in front of a huge black screen and looking up at the stars at close range.

"Blessed Schiller? I think it's more appropriate to call him cursed."

The web of flesh and blood dissipated leaving the last words inside. The picture shattered suddenly, and the pool of blood in front of Old Taton jumped up from the ground and covered him.

The remaining blood stains in the air seemed to have been hit by an invisible object, spilling onto the surrounding rotten wooden piles and melting into the ground. Old Taton left here with lingering fear. Behind him, his 'son' and a little boy were watching him.

The surrounding trees and objects have long since rotted away, forming a small irregular area. The originally yellow-white beach has also turned gray and black, and the leaves blown here by the wind have turned into powder in the air.

"Father, where should we go now."

"Stay here and take care of her later."

After speaking, Old Taton quickly eliminated his traces and left here to return to the sea. Everyone present just died. Fortunately, there are not many people now. As long as a few people come to mend the fishing nets, they should be able to get through.

On the boat, Old Taton became confused about the other party's words and purpose. She would also leave traces when she came here. This would be of no benefit to anyone. Is there anything to do?

"Ellen is spreading the fishing net and checking to see if your brother Daniel is fishing in the nearby waters. I'll take a rest and take care of Schiller."

"Understood, father."

After Old Tatton finished speaking, he covered himself with the canvas. Ellen then spread out the somewhat damaged fishing net and started rowing on the sea. Schiller, who was somewhat silent, also sat in the shadow of the canvas and watched everything.

After returning to the manor, Hermione went directly to her room, looked at the mirror in front of her and took out a few strands of Lucy's hair. They quickly turned into ashes and merged into the mirror, similar to the rippling appearance of a lake.

"Is there an organization behind Lucy similar to that of Ming Shu? I want to know something about her."

Scenes flashed across the mirror quickly, including glamor and beauty, as well as abject poverty... People of all kinds shuttled among them, hanging out in high-end clubs or small but clean houses.

In the end, the very thin girl with yellow hair was picked up from the straw by two rough men and thrown into the carriage. There were several children in the same situation inside. Their dark faces could not tell the difference between male and female.

In the end, Hermione couldn't bear to take a look at Lucy's past. There was no use except sighing. It seemed that she really didn't hide and deny her past.

"Is Ines in there too?"

There was a white fog in the mirror, without any information. Holding on to some luck, Hermione changed the question. The contact here had almost nothing to do with the media, so asking was in vain. You can't do divination in vain.

"How to find them in the Autonomous Principality of Faroe? I need information about the contact person behind Lucy. Who should I contact?"

It was clear enough now, she didn't believe that Lucy had never been in contact with, talked to, or seen her. Hermione then wrote down the information provided in it, and when they went to Langeburg to find the Blue Star Brotherhood, they would look for this person named Tony Jonas together.

After finishing, Hermione, who probably watched Lucy pass by, lay on the table with some emotion. 'It's hard work both before and after! A picture quickly appeared in the mirror in his hand. The man and woman in it were a little older, and their faces were obviously different from those of today. Then they transformed into two heroic women with red hair, carrying a sense of arrogance.

"I don't know how you are doing, but I will try my best." Then the mirror flipped over to the table and disappeared.

When we came to the floor-to-ceiling balcony with wind chimes outside, the distant sea horizon was covered by dark clouds, the orange-red afterglow of the sun was compressed to one side, and the sea breeze with the smell of water vapor made the wind chimes ring with disorderly sounds.

"This is not a good time. The ripe fruit is about to suffer."

"I hope it won't rain for so long, so we can buy more raw materials and preserve them."

Hermione chatted with Dermot who appeared behind her. It was now the harvest season for late autumn fruits such as apples and grapes.

"Then it depends on the above."