Mystery: The Fool's Witch Angel

"Stop thinking nonsense. If you want to keep Palina company, I can put you in now."

Sure enough, the ancestors were right, as long as you are still a human being, you can't get rid of Baonuansi. After Hermione finished speaking, she put her hands on Dermot's body and wanted to throw the naked body in. She was so scared that she quickly hugged herself.

"I kind of want to see if the reason behind you can solve the future troubles, but I can't keep you here. What if someone forces you to leave the mountain? But with you, I am afraid that this is a trap for me. If If I hurt you, I will feel very uncomfortable."

She had placed the full-length mirror on the ground sideways so that she could keep an eye on Palina inside. She and Dermot were sitting next to each other on the wool carpet, with their backs against the bed behind them.

"Don't force yourself too much. You've done a good job. Leave these to the police. Otherwise, why would they do it?" Dermot put his hand on Hermione's shoulder and hugged her to comfort her.

"That may be a large-scale ceremony. I can vaguely feel that the power is not simple. It's better not to understand these things. You should live a peaceful life." Hermione let go of the silk thread that tied Palina and asked her to put it on. Put on a white skirt.

"Well, let's go home first."

After clearing the room, Hermione pulled Dermot into the mirror world, where Palina jumped up excitedly and hung directly on her body. Without thinking too much, she closed the passage here and returned to her room. Palina still remains in the mirror here to isolate herself from the influence.

"I'll go there to see if I can solve it. You guys should stay at home first!"

"Don't worry, I will keep an eye on this interesting person." Dermot lay directly on the bed and looked at the full-length mirror next to the closet.

"Just remember to recite the few words I taught you and pray to become a devout believer."

After explaining Palina, Hermione also brought out Red. The temperature around her instantly dropped a few degrees, deepening the coldness of late autumn here. Dermot unconsciously pulled up the quilt and got into bed.

"Are these two your new lovers? What do you want from me? It's not because you want me to watch you. It's murder, right?"

"Can you be normal and look at them for me? I have something to leave for a while."

"Since you called me out, it's definitely not a trivial matter. I'll do my best. Don't blame me if something happens. I'm a waste now."

"It's nothing. I'll give you these talismans, so it shouldn't be a big problem."

"Is there something wrong with you? Give me a purification charm at the level of a sun demigod. You want me to disappear as soon as possible, right?"

"Let me hold it. The fate of these darknesses will be left to you."

Dermot and Palina looked curiously at Hermione talking to herself in the air through the mirror, as if there was really someone there.

"Don't worry, I will take good care of them."

"You are also addicted to reading Intis novels secretly, right?"

After giving Red a lesson, Hermione said a few words to Dermot and Palina before leaving, telling them not to worry about the people here. I have also made some preparations so that I can come back no matter what happens.

After Dermot saw Hermione disappear, the chill caused her to unconsciously pull up some more quilts, leaving her eyes outside. Palina in the mirror didn't feel any discomfort. She sat cross-legged and held her chin, waiting for the end.

"Hello everyone."

The red figure appeared, and Dermot was so frightened that he covered himself with a quilt, and Palina inside also jumped up.

"Don't worry, I am her closest partner and will not harm you. I am a little curious as to why she lets you know so many things."

Dermot raised his head again and looked at the somewhat illusory slender figure in front of him. His mouth seemed to be sewn shut, his whole body was red, and his lower body seemed to be missing. Palina peeked out half her head from the mirror and watched.

"What should we call you? My name is Dermot and I am the mistress of this family. Her name is Palina and she is a singer."

"She calls me Hong, you can call me that too, I think we can continue talking."

People were singing in an orderly manner next to and semi-surrounding the altar made of streamlined stones under the dense forest, and the majestic and loud singing echoed in the area. Schiller stood at the front and mechanically repeated the movements of his hands.

Praise you, babble in the spirit~

Show me the way~

Thank you, listener of all things~

Give us comfort, shelter, hope and eternal love~

……

Bathed in your grace, please let our singing accompany you~

Old Taton, who was conducting in the middle, closed his eyes and felt the regular notes around him, as if he was playing on a grand stage. Daniel and Ellen lit the candles on the ground at the right time. The color of the firelight on them kept changing, sometimes white, sometimes deep black.

The darkness above the dense forest became sparse, and white starlight streamed down from above. The people singing below became more excited, speeding up the rhythm of singing, and those voices seemed to have entities, converging on the old Tatton in the middle.

Gradually, some people fell down with their original expressions, and the surrounding sounds did not weaken at all. Schiller also stopped his mechanical movements and opened his mouth to supplement the lost part of the sound. Daniel and Ellen also returned to the team.

The old Taton in the middle felt that he was almost done, and he directly recited the honorable name that he had silently recited thousands of times in his heart. The white starlight above kept getting closer, shrouding the altar.

Thin and disorderly whispers came, and the people around here fell down one after another. A mixture of white and black emerged and flowed into Old Taton's body, making his somewhat rickety body straighten up, and his originally thin body began to bulge.

Intangible things flowed out of Schiller's body, and the space he was in was like clear and calm water. Under a fallen leaf, little ripples appeared, and those ripples covered the old Tatton.

"Hold on, Schiller. I'll be fine soon. I can feel the divinity."

The little boy's face turned pale, his body began to bulge, and cracks appeared on his skin. Old Tatton stood on the altar and kept steadying him with words, asking him not to stop leading the singing for the few people behind him.

He had held ceremonies before. Unexpectedly, a small boy survived the recent ceremony and took away most of the power and divinity in his body, which he had worked so hard to accumulate. The people and materials coming down.

How many days and nights, how many prayers and supplications, how many times I forget myself in order to please the gods. In order not to be discovered by the official, not to be noticed, how hard he worked, why did God choose him and not give him more strength?

But now you don’t have to worry, you can also gain the same power, and you will spread God’s grace to the whole world, which is the endless murmur in everyone’s spirit.