Mystery: The Fool's Witch Angel

Palina hugged Hermione's arm tightly, almost hanging on it, trying to pull away the hand holding the mirror.

"Boss Austin, you really don't want to force me. Don't curse me into a toad! Don't lock me in a dark secret room or a tower full of thorns."

"If I wanted to kill you, you would have disappeared long ago, and there would be less inner drama. Only I have the leisure to chat with you, and you should cherish it."

It is indeed difficult to make others change their beliefs suddenly, and there is nothing life-and-death related. However, this does not prevent several people from believing in one at the same time. For example, her outward respect for the Righteous God should not affect her inner devotion to the Fool, and then Hermione made Palina reluctantly accept this concept.

"Let's wait until something happens to you. Remember to work harder for me tomorrow. I will watch from the stage."

"I understand, eldest sister, I will give 200% of my concentration."

Palina blinked to show off, and found that Hermione had disappeared and was sitting on the bed, kneeling on her knees. Every time he came and went without a trace, he even scared himself a few times. It would be best if she were a man. If she marries herself, she can say what she believes and she can protect herself when in danger.

"Why a woman! Where are you, my future husband?"

After lying on the bed, Palina found that there was no smell at all where Hermione had been lying, and even the folds of the sheets had not changed. When she rubbed her back, she smelled a faint fragrance, but now there was indeed nothing. .

Hermione, who was stuck in time, returned to the study to continue her work of teaching and educating people. The little girl Emma basically adapted to the life here except that she didn't like to talk. Hermione also tried her best to teach her to respect her mistress Dermot, and the rest was up to her own understanding.

"Teacher Hermione, Tomorrow the Berglit City team and the Swansea Castle team will also appear here. Do you want to go up and say a few words? I have already conveyed your tactical concept to them. I hope Geisler will This time they don’t want to fight like last time.”

Dermot saw Hermione coming in and reminded him that he didn't know why he couldn't find her in the manor just now. Old Geisler asked him to tell her when he saw it.

"Of course I have to say a few words. After all, I am also the initiator. How can I be left out?"

"Then remember to prepare what you want to say."

"I plan to talk about the original intention of inventing this sport, so that everyone can have an activity to relax their body and mind in their spare time."

"It's better to be prepared, otherwise it won't look good if you make a fool of yourself. It would be too embarrassing to hesitate for a long time without being able to say a word."

"Madam, please don't put yourself in my situation and don't think too much."

Over the past few days, Hermione found that football was the quickest to promote, it could be played with feet, and the requirements for the ball were not high. It also had the nickname of Marple Sports. Compared with other tennis balls that require a court and can only be circulated among ladies, badminton requires at least buying a racket and ball. Nowadays, the ball is handmade, and it is difficult to promote it unless the cost is reduced.

In order to regain her strength and become an anchor of stability, Hermione felt that she still had a long way to go to be bound to these people. If there is a Northern Continent League one day, I don't have to worry, I'm afraid I can still be in the best shape.

With the sun shining outside, the town of Kamari has returned to its former tranquility. The difference from usual is that there are more children playing football on the street, and there is another entertainment activity that can kill time and add fun.

Above the coastal village, Old Tatton returned with a fishing net. Fortunately, he made a decisive decision last time and mixed the breath of the flute girl into the two contaminated official investigators, relying on the little boy Schiller to escape the disaster.

In this way, even if they are chasing after the flute girl and the active decay, they will not come back here unless they are willing to throw themselves into a trap, so that they can continue their plans.

He has been waiting for a very long time, time and time again, but he did not expect that Hu Bo, the secret he had tried every possible means to develop, would be detonated in the middle of the process, resulting in the loss of almost all the believers in the ritual who had prepared it. If he knew who that person was, he would retaliate at all costs.

'Divine power, I have longed for you for so long, I hope this time I can succeed. Dear voice of God, may you always protect your devout believers. '

'It's just one step away. I won't give in. I will definitely see it till the end. Schiller, you will definitely help grandpa. Old Taton's expression changed rapidly, and finally returned to his normal appearance, dragging a net like an ordinary fisherman.

In front of the sandy area, which is as flat as a mirror, there are many people hanging out online. Old Taton was once again grateful that he made the decision, otherwise he would also be erased now.

"Taton, I need your two sons to help. My children are still at sea and have not returned. I can't capsize the fishing boat."

"Wait a moment, I'll be here in a moment. Rufus, you're getting older, so you don't have to worry about all this anymore. It's time to take good care of yourself."

"The hard work of habit will never stop. Maybe this is the only way to prove that I am alive."

"You should be more careful and don't do heavy work."

"Taton, aren't you still dragging the fishing net?"

"Yes, this is how you live."

Old Taton held the fishing net and walked away with somewhat stiff legs, his back a little stooped. Rufo continued to mend the fishing net she was forever mending.

In the third-floor attic, Ortel and the others, who had not been together for a long time, returned here, wearing new retro white gauze skirts and a few heavy coats beside them.

"Three Kings, you lost. Ortel and Redman. I knew you wanted to tease me. I didn't expect it."

"The evil Almiron has finally figured it out, so we have no choice but to admit defeat."

Alter and Redman took off their top hats and put them into the pile of clothes. Almiron was obviously blushing and angry, and stretched his hand under the table from time to time.

"This is your reward, hurry up and start the next one."

"You lied to me again, and the hat doesn't count."

"Aren't you still wearing your top hat? You can figure it out later."

"You guys... Almiron leaned on the table before he finished speaking, causing Ortel and Redman to laugh.

"Samonte, please stop teasing her. Let's start the next one. Whoever loses will take your place."

The coachmen outside the door downstairs were chatting with each other about a series of recent events. There were not many pedestrians on the street outside, and the late autumn sunshine was much softer, making it suitable for resting outside.

The tall figure, hidden in the black hood, walked through the street and quickly disappeared. For a moment, the driver and pedestrians thought they had seen it wrong and started looking around.