Mystery: The Fool's Witch Angel

In the early morning on the outskirts of Pulitzer Harbor, the morning dew was still hanging on the leaves and grass blades, and bits of mist remained in the distant woods.

A sea of ​​people have gathered on the relatively green grass. Many people got up early in the morning, just hoping to get a good seat to see the general contents of the stadium.

A low and gentle slope on the grass is surrounded by scattered fences and some guards are patrolling, which isolates a large open space.

There are traces of a track in front, where you can see the race more clearly, and it is the best viewing area.

People in uniforms are carrying a box to inspect the track, with a long ribbon surrounding it to encircle the general area.

Many people set up simple tables and chairs outside the ribbon, filled with things for sale. Vendors like this festival the most, and people tend to spend more than usual.

Hermione also came here with her family. She didn't expect that there was such a big grassy area here. She hadn't been here before?

You can still see patches of formed forest in the distance, which should be reserved for hunting. Whose private property is it?

Gloor, who was wearing a yellow bubble skirt, was particularly excited today, holding hands with Eliza Yvonne and humming folk songs. Royce and Voppel, who followed behind, were also very happy to see their quirky daughter.

Today she wore a black coat with a white lace lining, a high-waisted dark gray skirt, and a black top hat on her head, giving her the impression of being serious rather than attending a celebration.

It was incompatible with Royce's traditional Loen formal dress and Voppel's lilac dress. Ajia followed behind, wearing a maid's long black and white dress and carrying a basket.

Arriving outside the small gentle slope, Royce handed the previous invitation letter to the guard, and after verifying it, he went to find a good seat with everyone.

In a house somewhere in the city of Pulitzer Harbour, Herminia opened the door of the room wearing a bath towel and saw Sylvia sitting on the bed with her knees in a daze. She hadn't put on her clothes yet, and with a trace of tears in the corners of her eyes, she looked at the bed in front of her.

"Now is not the time to be sad, you have to prepare quickly."

Herminia didn't care what her mood was like, she picked her up and walked out.

In the stable next to the racecourse, Julius was stroking a tall maroon horse with dark skin around the edges.

Theo also led his mount for inspection, while a group of servants nearby were preparing saddles and other items.

"Julius, do you feel itchy/I feel a little itchy and a little bumpy on my body."

"I also feel a little bit. Maybe it's an allergy. Just hold on."

There are long and wide stables where people come with horses from time to time. A handsome young man with brown hair and brown eyes came to Julius with a few supporters.

"Isn't this Julius? Are you in a bad mood? Did you work too hard at the Red Theater last night?" The people behind heard and laughed.

"Duke Crowborough, you are as good as ever!" Theo looked at the handsome men behind him.

"The competition is determined by victory and defeat. I hope you can be a little stronger than last year. Especially Julius, don't live up to my expectations for you."

Crowborough left with a look of defiance on his face, not forgetting to wink at Julius as he left. Julius stared at the retreating figure and clenched his fists.

"Calm down, Julius, you lost on impulse. He just wanted to anger you."

"I will definitely pay back the old grudges and new grudges."

Seeing Julius' angry expression, Theo didn't know what to say. After all, those things were something a normal man couldn't bear.

There are gradually more and more people on the gentle slope, most of them are aristocratic people with gorgeous clothes and outstanding temperament.

It seems that you can't get in here without a certain identity. Hermione also saw Grantster, who was wearing almost the same black as herself, and the Bishop of Canterbury of the Church of Storms. Mayor Crowley was talking to the two of them.

Gloor chatted with Celia who came to see him, and Mary who came by the way. They met each other late and talked some nonsense and whimsical content.

Aga was taking care of Elisa Yvonne on the spread picnic cloth. The strangeness around them obviously made them a little nervous.

"Hi, Glor, I didn't expect you to be here already."

Anna and Rick also came here, and those who looked somewhat similar to them should be their parents. After greeting each other, they left here, and Anna joined Glorcelia Marie and others.

Rick, who was still staying in place, saw Hermione in front of him and suddenly remembered why he felt that Sylvia was familiar. Her aura was the same as that of the lady in front of him. Could it be that that girl was related to the lady in front of him.

Hermione also noticed Rick staring at her and asked, "You keep staring at me. Is there anything on my face?"

Rick also noticed his rudeness and quickly apologized and walked away with a blushing face.

"Is there any connection between this?" Rick decided to find a place further away and look around.

The first round of horse racing has begun, and crowds of people on the sidelines are cheering. Some come to watch the horse racing and enjoy the festival celebrations, while others participate in gambling, hoping that they can turn around this holiday.

Celia, Gloor, Mary, Anna and others brought their younger siblings or friends to the front to watch and comment on the riders. Hermione felt relieved when she saw Bethan standing behind them naturally.

Grantster, who was not far away, waved to him, and Hermione walked over.

"Is this your special person? You really can't tell the difference." The Bishop of Canterbury said with a hint of majesty in his eyes.

"Yes, I can guarantee that she is on our side." Grantster replied, and there was a sense of peace and tranquility on his face that could not see the age, which made people feel closer to her unconsciously.

"Thank you for your help last time, Mr. Canterbury." Hermione saluted Canterbury.

"You're doing a great job, this is my duty, you're welcome." The Bishop of Canterbury kept his majestic expression, making it difficult to see his emotions clearly.

"Hey, are there new guests?" Mayor Crowley, who was chatting with a bunch of old men next to him, seemed to smell something and came back.

"Hello, I'm the mayor of this city, Robert Crowley."

"Hello, Mayor Crowley, I am Hermione Evanna, a citizen of this city."

Hermione shook hands with Mayor Crowley and replied humorously.

"Haha, I thought Miss Hermione that your personality would be the same as your reserved beauty, but I didn't expect you to be so humorous."

After dealing with Mayor Crowley for a few words, who talked nonsense to everyone, Hermione looked at the horse racing in front of her, and it happened to be Julius's turn.

At the edge of the separated field, Sylvia walked in with the invitation. Now she had to wait for the right time to create an accident.

Half of the horses were running on the field. Suddenly, several groups of horses fell to the ground, and several people rolled down with them. The panicked horses didn't know whether they had trampled on the people, and the staff nearby hurriedly stepped forward to deal with it.

Everyone is not surprised that this kind of accident happens occasionally. It would be great if the staff rescued the person in time and moved the horse away without affecting the next wave.

In the farm in the south, the forest dolls were sitting cross-legged in a rune altar outlined with red blood. Weilang and the others were no longer here. Tatiana next to her saw the runes light up and disappeared.

Outside the racetrack, Julius, Theo, and a few unlucky guys were sitting there dejectedly.

"Theo, do you feel it? It seems like something is draining from me."

"I feel the same way. Did you suffer internal injuries from the fall?"

In the crowd, Wei Lang was holding a rag doll, mumbling something with red eyes. The people next to me saw it a little strange.

"Brother, what's wrong with you? There's something wrong with your body! Why are you rolling around?"

A man patted Weilang with his hand. Weilang's body began to swell instantly and then exploded, with flushes gushing around like a flood.

The person who photographed him was instantly submerged, and darkness followed to limit the flushing. The people around him fell asleep inexplicably.

Hermione's eyes found a suspicious girl lingering on the edge, and the familiar aura made her judge. I quickly chased after him, but because there were a lot of people, the road was not easy to walk.

When they arrived at this place, they found that the girl had walked outside. Hermione climbed over the wooden railing, squeezed through the crowd, reached out and grabbed her shoulders.

The moment the girl turned her head, a sound of 'bang' 'bang' 'bang' sounded. Hermione realized that something was wrong and wanted to run away, but found that she couldn't get away.

The person who turned around was Tatiana, whom Hermione knew so well.

'It's over.' I can't escape now. The mark left by the original witch in my body suddenly came to life and completely suppressed me.

"Honey, I miss you so much!"

"It turns out that the target is myself!"

Looking at Tatiana who was full of smiles, the two figures disappeared into the panicked crowd.