Mystery: The Fool's Witch Angel

In the port of Pulitzer Harbour, a few long white clouds are reflected in the sky on the distant sea surface, and a black and white ship is docked next to the passage belonging to the passenger ship.

A young man who was not tall stepped out of his clothes. He had an ordinary appearance and had freckles on his face. He was wearing a brown woolen jacket and was carrying a rattan suitcase. The clothes were a little shabby.

He followed the flow of people out of the service area and came to the public carriage shelter. He took out a piece of paper and read the reminder on it, then got on a public carriage and left.

When Hermione pushed Diego back, she found someone following her, a young man following Juris.

Could it be that he attracted the other person? Hermione had already thought about what to say if she refused politely and asked why she was following her.

At this time, Kelly and Waken walked out of the cemetery and waved Hermione back.

Hermione originally wanted to capture him and ask him why, but after thinking about it, he decided not to do it, and the carriage he was riding in immediately merged into the traffic on the street.

Rick ran up from behind and found that the car was no longer in sight. Thinking of the scene of returning without completing the assigned task, his face was slightly panicked.

'By the way, her friend just came out of the cemetery. I should be able to ask the cemetery management. '

He walked to the wooden cabin next to the door and knocked on the door, and a bald old man came out.

There is only a little bit of hair left on the back of his head, his face is pale, and the skin folds on his face have a few age spots.

If you walk around the cemetery at night with a kerosene lamp, it will probably add a lot of urban legends.

"What's the matter with you?" the old man asked.

"I would like to ask where the people who just walked out of the cemetery are. Do you have any information?"

Rick and the old man guarding the tomb gestured at the appearance of the people just now.

"Who are you to them and why are you asking these questions?"

The old man guarding the tomb waved his hand to signal Rick not to inquire into other people's privacy.

Rick was a little anxious when he saw that the old man guarding the tomb was asking him to leave.

If he went back like this, Yuris and the others would not let him go, so they took out a few Sule notes from their pockets and gave them to the old man guarding the tomb.

The old man guarding the tomb looked at the banknotes in his hand, touched them, quickly stuffed them into his pocket, and opened his mouth with few teeth and spoke.

"Are you coming to attend the funeral too? It's a pity that it's too late. It's already over. They seem to be from some kind of ship information consulting company. I heard that there was an accident when they were docking with customers, and they died at a young age."

The old man guarding the tomb sighed, as if Rick really came to express his condolences, and spoke without leaving any trace.

Because the distance was too close, Rick was almost vomited by the bad breath of the old man. He endured the discomfort and asked the old man a few more questions. After learning about the deceased's home, Rick left quickly.

'There are so many shipping companies in Pulitzer, how can I possibly find them all? It's easy to find them when you have the talent. '

Rick mentally scolded the old man guarding the tomb for being unkind. Although a few soles meant nothing to him, the lack of useful information was the problem! Fortunately, just find a private detective and let him look for it.

The orange sunshine was already shining on the streets of Pulitzer Harbor, and Hermione and Diego returned to 36 Wood Street. After entering the door, Hermione asked the maid to help Diego back to the room to rest.

Normally, Mrs. Wupper would ask the cleaners to clean the house regularly. Although the house was large, there were not many people, and since some privacy was involved, it was better not to let outsiders come.

After Diego was injured, he hired a little girl to come in and take care of him.

Hermione walked into the room at the end of the aisle on the right, which had been organized as a place for Eliza Yvonne to study.

Since it is the outermost room, there are windows on the doorway to the entrance and on the left side. The lighting is very good, which is very suitable for reading books and the like.

Mrs. Waupel took Grohl to her good friend's clothing store and has not returned yet. Otherwise, Grohl would definitely be playing the role of teacher in front of the small blackboard on the right at this moment. Hermione thought it would be fine for Grohl to play the role of apprentice. OK

"Eliza, Yvonne, did you miss me today? How many words do you know?"

Hermione walked over to the two sisters who were sitting at the small desk. Eliza took out a notebook with various names on the pages.

"I can already write the names of Sister Hermione, as well as Glor, Uncle Royce, Aunt Walpel, and Uncle Diego. Yvonne has just learned the letters of Rune and is writing Name yourself and everyone else."

"Sister Hermione, can we go back and see our mother? We haven't talked about our mother for many days."

Eliza asked Hermione, her eyes looking expectant. Yvonne next to her also whispered, "I miss my mother a little too, sister Hermione."

'After such a long time, it's normal to miss me a little. This is a normal child. I also miss my family very much now. '

Hermione thought it was okay to take it back for a look, as long as she didn't do anything extra. She was just a big kid, but she didn't have that much energy.

The improvement of living conditions has given Elisa Yvonne a little more flesh on her cheeks, and her dark-blonde hair is no longer as rough as when we first met.

Especially Eliza, who is still so thin even though she is 12 to 13 years old. The girls there are already in the growth stage at this age!

"Then I'll take you back to have a look tomorrow! Don't think too much." Hermione touched little Yvonne.

On a platform with bumpy ground, a freckled young man carrying a rattan suitcase stepped off a public carriage. The streetlight next to him had been turned on, and the warm yellow light shone on the platform that had not yet darkened.

Although the houses around here are neatly planned, they are generally relatively short and old, and most of them are two-story. To be precise, this is already a suburb, with villages and farmland outside.

The street between the houses was squeezed by debris, making the originally spacious space narrow. The freckled young man found a bar nearby according to the tips on the paper.

The sign hanging outside the bar is a bust of a beautiful girl wearing a pirate hat. The word "Aphasic Bar" is written on the hat in Rune language. The freckled young man made a comparison and walked towards the door.

The road outside the bar is paved with stones, the masonry of the exterior wall is dark, the glass is covered with a layer of dust, and the yellow light inside reflects the moving figures.

In the tavern, various smells accompanied the strong smell of alcohol. The most unbearable thing for the freckled young man was that there was also a smell of inferior perfume mixed in. If he hadn't completed the task and received a subsequent promotion, he would have definitely turned around and left. .

The lights inside the bar are dim, and there are many people sitting on the crowded small round tables. Scantily clad girls are walking among them carrying drinks, and the hands stretched out from nowhere are groping around. The semi-open second floor is smaller than the one below. Slightly better.

A middle-aged man holding a musical instrument was singing folk songs by the stairs. A woman in a long skirt was dancing in front. People sitting around were knocking wine bottles and bowls in harmony with the rhythm. Several of them were obviously sailors. people.

The freckled young man barely squeezed through the crowd and came to the counter. He took out a letter in his hand and said to the bartender at the counter: "Hello, look for Leslas Li and give him this letter and he will understand."

The bartender doubtfully took the letter and walked from the counter path to the back room, where the freckled young man was waiting.

A curly-haired girl wearing a gray-waisted dress came over, put her arms around the young man's shoulders, and leaned against him.

"Little gentleman, haven't you found a place to stay tonight? How about coming to my sister's house?"

The girl with heavy makeup was quite pretty, but the young man shook his head and dismissed her, saying that he was here to do business.

After a while, a tall middle-aged man with a thick beard and brown hair walked out of the back door. He had some wrinkles and scars on his face, his right eyebrow was separated by several scars, and he had gray-brown pupils. Watch the young man in front of you.

"You are Jorah's crew, Sylvia."

"Yes, I am Sylvia. Captain Jorah must have mentioned the situation in his letter."

"You can come to the front desk for a few drinks when you have time, but don't cause trouble on my territory. I don't care about the rest."

After Leslas Lee said a few things to pay attention to, he asked the bartender to take him to the room behind the bar to check in.

The girl with heavy makeup who had not left next to her smiled and hugged Leslas Li. Leslas Li picked up a glass of wine from the counter with his right hand and drank it in one gulp. He put his left hand around the girl's waist and walked to the second floor together.

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