Mystery: The Fool's Witch Angel

After turning several intersections, Hermione noticed that the direction of the paper was constantly being adjusted. Did that person need to be so afraid of herself? I won't eat him, so I will reserve my opinion on what I will do.

The passers-by glanced at her curiously and continued on their way, thinking that Hermione was a student out of university doing some research. After all, it was too strange to hold the palm and look at the note.

Some people also looked at her a few times because of her tall figure and good looks, but most of them were busy doing their own things. A lighter-colored ball rolled out from the hallway between houses. Hermione kicked it back to the child inside.

It was a good thing that it came here. She remembered that Fellman was from here, and his Neuschwanstein team didn't look bad either.

The crowd in front suddenly started to commotion. The boy wearing a grocery box and selling goods was directly hit by people who were retreating in panic. The box contained mostly small items such as matches and tobacco leaves. If it fell, it would be trampled directly.

Hermione reached out to help him, and used her other hand to help him steady the box hanging in front of her. The people in front hurriedly pushed past Hermione and walked back. The boy also took the opportunity to close the box and hug it to his chest and got into the leaving crowd.

Still lowering her waist, she felt a gun pointed at her. The man was wearing a coat with several holes in it. His face was panicked, and Hermione didn't like the rancid smell emanating from him. Some police officers chased him around, forming a semicircle.

Standing up, Hermione found that she was still half a head taller than this man. He used the blind spot to hide behind, allowing Hermione to block the shooting path of the police.

"If you don't want to die, just cooperate."

He raised his head to look at Hermione's face, trying to pull Hermione forward.

"Put down the gun quickly. Your accomplices have been caught. Let the lady leave."

"Bah, I...

Before he could say anything, the man fell to the ground, his eyes glaring and breathless. The hand that wanted to hold Hermione's body was still open. Hermione, who was looking at him, also tilted her head, a little helpless, like an innocent passerby.

The surrounding police officers stepped forward one after another, and after checking, they pulled the people on the ground away. A younger-looking police officer came up and asked if Hermione was okay.

"Sorry, ma'am, I'm glad you're okay. We're continuing the mission."

"I'm fine. I'm also a little curious about why he died."

"Maybe the Lord has sent down divine punishment."

"May the Lord of knowledge protect you."

"Praise Him."

The people around him returned to the street again, and Hermione followed the guidance of the note in her hand. I walked to a somewhat old courtyard. There were four or five-story high-rise buildings outside, as if they were sandwiched in. It would be difficult to find such an old place inside without walking through those narrow aisles.

'It should be here, but that person is not here. What is he doing? '

Hermione didn't think she had a good temper and was very patient with her acquaintances, but it was better to be more direct with these strangers. In the old decorated room, there is a letter on the table. The traces on it were also removed.

Opening it to check, Hermione turned her head helplessly.

"Hello, Ms. Austin, my name is Feina. I want to clear up some misunderstandings with you this time.

"I offended you the last two times. I will provide you with the information you need to make up for my mistakes. I hope you won't care about it anymore. The information is on the next page. You can use the magic mirror to see it. It is somewhat important. Therefore, I dare not leave a written record. I hope you can understand.

"As for those people in Langeburg, they all deserve to die. If you want to pursue it to the end, you can use divination to look at their past before making a decision.

"There is no conflict between us, and we can even cooperate. The organization behind me believes that you are also very interested.

"Finally, there is the enemy's secret organization 'Voice of God'. Only part of it has been cleared now. I have some conflicts with them, and I believe you do too. It also has another name, 'Universal Society'. I hope you will pay more attention to it."

Signature: Feina, and a special letter mark.

Hermione took this piece of paper to the mirror world, and then took out the white paper at the back for divination. A lot of light was reflected in her eyes. After a long time, she put the mirror away and left here.

This person seems to be somewhat sincere. As for the people in Langebao, they will die. What does it have to do with him? It's just a matter of replacing him with someone who can do something. My guess was correct. This person also had the protection of a hidden existence behind him. Otherwise, why would I not have been able to find him?

'Ecumenical? Will it be related to the current Natalia? 'Hermione has some doubts that Schiller is their leader. Natalia's behavior of making enemies everywhere and seeking death is obviously inappropriate. It seems that she was wrong before.

'What's the use of sighing now. After saying something to himself, he opened his palm and found that the note had fallen to the ground inside. The red flames ignited and burned it into ashes and dispersed here with the wind.

"Stop right now."

"Get away quickly. He has a gun. If you don't want to die, just leave."

There was a chase between police and robbers on the street, and Hermione stood in the aisle watching them pass. Big cities are lively, but Kamari Town is just a little noisy.

She picked off a petal next to her and threw it into the puddle. "Where should I go to suit my recent needs?" The narrow part of the petal turned to the direction ahead. Hermione put her hands in her pockets and headed there. She thought of an organization and there should be traces of their personnel here.

After walking through this residential area, there was more movement on the street ahead. On both sides are books and textbooks placed outside the store entrance, and some imitation famous paintings hanging randomly.

Most of the people walking here are young people who have just reached adulthood. They are either reading books, trying the dyes placed there, or squatting in front of the blackboard to listen to the old man inside talking about a mystery from Russell's conjecture. question.

Hermione knew that she had arrived at a place near the University of Neder, the University of Stuttgart, and the East Poole Theological Seminary. Most of them were wearing three different uniforms, with the school emblem embroidered on the left chest of their clothes to identify which school they were from.

'Can't this divination be more powerful? There are so many people, are they all members of the brotherhood? '

People passing by would pay more attention to her, and her normal clothes would become alien inside. When I walked to the middle, I saw a coffee shop with a theme about divination and the occult. She went straight in to see what it would be like to have someone divine it for her.

The interior decoration of the store is clean, the lights are dim to fit the interior, and stars and moons cut from paper hang hanging from it.

The young and cute girl inside quickly invited Hermione to sit down inside. She was dressed neatly in casual clothes and a brown apron. Her black hair was tied into a pair of ponytails hanging behind her, and her delicate face was a little childish. She was obviously from here. student.

"Beautiful lady, these are our dishes and set menu."

She handed Hermione a cardboard menu, and Hermione took it and looked at it for a while. They were all dishes with strange names, and it was impossible to guess what the food was. There are also packages that come with various divination packages, which are also more expensive.

"Do you have any recommendations?"

"I recommend this Dusk of Sabre, which is based on the reflections of a contributor to the Adventurer's Journal, where he aged for decades to the point where he was almost unrecognizable. The dusk and dawn in it are our Use honey, fresh goat milk…