Mystery: The Fool's Witch Angel

"That's pretty much it. I'm going to track down those who escaped first. Let's find a few targets for your reference first. This will make it easier for you to search and increase the probability of getting in."

"Then trouble you."

Colombel disappeared on the chair, and Hermione lay on the chair rocking up and down, as if she didn't notice. It took a long time before she left here with the girl in her arms.

After putting Emma down, she returned to the room between the guest room and the master bedroom. Hans inside was already lying on his side on Dermot's stomach, with his arms folded and his back facing the door, muttering to himself in a low voice, but he couldn't hear what he was saying clearly.

Adai was sitting on a chair to the side and looked at them. When she saw Hermione coming in, she forced a smile to her, and her red eyes quickly overflowed with her sadness.

"Parting will happen at every sudden moment, and we must learn to accept it. Maybe one day I will no longer be here, but you must also live your life seriously. And isn't there still hope? I am still here." Hermione He comforted her with his previous words and rubbed her round face.

"I will, Hermione."

After holding the girl in her arms for a while, Hermione came to the bedside and watched the last of Hans. Feeling guilty in his heart, it would be better if he blamed himself. She hasn't said anything yet, which is what Hermione is most worried about, how she will handle it if her temperament changes drastically.

He raised his right hand and touched Hans' head as usual, and wiped the tears from his face with his left hand. Maybe he also tried calling just now. A 6-year-old child seems not to understand, but actually understands a lot.

"Sister Hermione, am I going to be like Emma? I can't wake up my mother."

"Don't worry, sister will wake up your mother. I won't let this happen." After Hermione said that, she picked up Hans. Excessive sadness was not good for the body and mind. "Cheer up, otherwise your mother will be very angry when she wakes up and sees you lying here crying every day without making any progress."

"But I don't want to do anything now. I'm so sad."

"Then just relax for a few days. Your mother definitely doesn't want to see you like this. You won't grow up like this, and you won't be able to take care of your mother...

Under Hermione's coaxing, she took Hans away from here, and then asked Rosina to take care of Dermot. With the protection of magic, Hermione didn't have to worry about complications like being in a vegetative state.

"Sister Hermione, are you leaving me too? I understand some of those words. Is 'Natalia' Emma's mother? Dad said it was his fault. Why did Emma's mother come to find her? my mom?"

Hermione squatted down in the aisle, placing her palms against Hans, her sad brows looking a little melancholy.

"I don't know how to say it better. Natalia is Emma's mother. But that person is no longer Natalia, but she is using the appearance of Emma's mother.

"Emma's mother is dead. The devil is just taking on the appearance of Emma's mother to make us hate and isolate Emma. Would your mother have the heart to make you sad?

"Besides, it's not like I won't come back. If I don't leave, how can I find a way to wake your mother up?

"As people grow up, they will experience separation and reunion, encounters and losses. When you grow up, you are also saying goodbye to the past. Many people and things will grow old and gradually disappear and leave you.

"I can't always be with you. Sometimes we have to get used to this, but don't forget to work hard for the next time we get together."

Hermione slightly modified one of the sentences. She didn't know how much original instinct Natalia still had. It was hard to explain clearly the product of mysticism. She was just telling it to herself.

"Sister Hermione, you are really making a lot of sense, and I still don't understand it. No wonder my mother often talks about you. I won't blame my sister, after all, she is the only one who doesn't know yet. I will protect my mother and not let that The devil took away my mother's appearance."

Seeing Hans sorting out his emotions, Hermione stood up and pulled him away. As expected of the child she cherished.

In the Fountain Square of Kamari Town, Jorah and Flagg were carrying backpacks and preparing to go back to resume their lives and advance to the next stage of the sequence. The church, which was usually very picky, actually allowed both of them to be promoted.

I originally thought that after accumulating enough merits, I would have to spend a lot of time queuing up. Needless to say, I knew where an elite team was lost. Sometimes it is not a good thing to see too clearly. Jorah felt that he might as well be like Flagg in front of him, thinking that this was an opportunity and a responsibility.

Flagg was saying farewell polite words to Father Gerhardt and Salmont. After all, he had been here for a long time and everyone he should be familiar with was familiar. Charlotte and Nancy came and watched them, waiting for the conversation to end.

"Fleg, it would be great if you came to our place to be the police chief. The security in the town has been very good these days, and there have been a lot less conflicts and quarrels."

"Father Gerhardt, I also want to live here for a long time, but the Lord still needs us and needs us to spread His grace. We will come back when there is time in the future."

"Praise the Lord of knowledge. I was a little deceived. You can save more people than it means to be here. Knowledge will always protect you and me and shine on us."

"Only knowledge is eternal. We will work harder."

Jorah finally waited until Flagg finished chatting, and waved goodbye to Father Gerhardt and Salmont. They also walked back to the church. The church's work was basically open all year round, and taking a break from the busy schedule was just the result of taking turns.

Charlotte and Nancy, who had been waiting for a long time, also came up to say goodbye to them. They seemed to be in good spirits. Although they were dressed simply, their youthful vitality had returned. There was a hint of anticipation and flinch on his face.

"Thank you for your previous support. Nancy and I will welcome you back often."

"Charlotte and I don't know how to thank you. How about you come here too? This is the only thing I can do. Many people here look at each other like this. Afterwards, everyone just pretends it didn't happen."

Nancy, who was looking forward to it, gave Jorah a headache. She quickly advised her to pay attention to her private life and prevent diseases. She should take good care of her body now and find a suitable person to start a family in the future.

As for those who fall in love with you, don't listen to other people's nonsense and take a look for yourself. Most people are normal. Those people who mess around are most likely cultists.

During this time, he and Flagg beat up the local gangsters. Flagg happened to be playing the role of the sheriff, which improved the security here.

They started working as waiters at a hotel outside Moritz, and they also went to do some knocking before leaving. There shouldn't be any big problems in the future, and there won't be any such thing as coercion. These people just eat too much and think about these things all day long. They think about themselves as much as they do when they are between life and death every day.

After saying some words of caution, Jorah saw that the time was almost up and said goodbye: "If anything happens, come to the church and see Father Gerhardt and ask him to send a telegram to tell us that we are going back to resume our duties."

"Let's see you off again. After all, the long-distance carriage is going to the stables. I will keep an eye on Nancy."

"I know that way is closer, let me lead the way."

After the three of them finished speaking, they followed the excited Nancy into the street.