Mystery: The Fool's Witch Angel

"By the way, I can ask Lev outside to help me pray and explain the situation!"

"No, the beliefs are different. For ordinary people, it is better not to get involved with the extraordinary world."

Hermione was talking to herself at this time, thinking about the next countermeasures. She didn't know when Tatiana would find this place.

The storm outside is also constantly washing this small island. It is really difficult to do things if you are not familiar with the place!

'Tatianna had already expected to block my escape route. If I die directly now, will the remaining spirit be transformed into a spirit world creature? Then would I still be conscious, or would I still be myself? '

Why do I have this thought? Hermione stopped her current thoughts.

Then she felt an invisible presence looking at her, and Hermione felt her scalp numb. This was due to the fear in her instincts. The original witch had never given her this feeling.

A gray mist passed by her sight, and Hermione found that the mark on her body began to emerge. The symbol that looked like a pupilless eye helped her maintain her internal balance.

No wonder Tatiana didn't succeed. The blue light crystal began to be wrapped inside. Hermione felt that her ability seemed to return a little, and a wisp of fire burned with a snap of her fingers.

'I cried so much. It turns out that the Fool still remembers me. I thought no one would come to save me. '

Hermione thanked this god crazily in her heart. It seemed that her long prayer service was still useful.

If possible, she is willing to dedicate all her games The Sims, Baboon 14, Guigu Bahuang... all to the Fool. I don't know if she can see it or not. She can just find an ancient scholar to pull out her computer. .

It seems that this thing will only isolate yourself from others, and will not interfere with others coming to you. You have to find a way to avoid Tatiana.

I don’t know if there is Sister Tatiana, Sister Tatiana or the like behind her, guarding all major entry points in Loen.

'How do I feel like I'm experiencing Battle Royale? '

The storm and rain outside were still there, and Hermione stared down at her chest. Fortunately, there were no outsiders here, otherwise she would have been thought to be a narcissist.

Seeing that the blue light no longer appeared and the pupilless eyes disappeared, Hermione tightened her collar.

This Tatiana tore off the top two buttons of her coat and shirt, making herself feel like something had happened to her, and she had to tighten her collar from time to time. He's really a pervert, and he doesn't even spare women.

He touched his lips and cheeks, which had been kissed by Tatiana.

It wouldn't matter if she was really a blonde and blue-eyed beauty. Thinking that she was like this because she was a boy, Hermione almost vomited out, feeling that she was no longer clean.

While Hermione was thinking wildly, a medium-sized passenger ship came over urgently on the village pier. Waves and storms kept hitting the passenger ship.

The people above ignored the formal attire and walked down part of the way to a simple bar and hotel next to the pier.

The wind and rain kept beating against the windows outside. People inside the simple hotel took off their already soaked coats and asked the boss to book better rooms.

Most of the wooden walls in the hotel have turned black, and the conditions are incomparable to those in the city, so the hotel has to be built higher.

"Bonnie, how do you feel now? Do you still feel like vomiting?"

"Thank you for your concern, Tobiah. As long as I'm not in that rocking boat, I'll be fine."

A young woman named Bonnie was setting up a chair. She looked at her feet with blue eyes and made motions of wanting to vomit from time to time. Her face was a little haggard, which destroyed her original heroic spirit. There were still a few drops of rainwater on her red curly hair.

The equally young Tobias next to her greeted with a worried look on her face. She was a little taller than Bonnie, and her short reddish-brown hair was also stained with a lot of rainwater.

"Tobiah, please take care of Les and me. We are not much better."

"Dodge, you go back and forth again, and I will take care of you."

"No need, I care about myself."

After a few people packed their clothes and coats, they sat around the table in front of the fireplace.

Compared to Tobiah's three-dimensional facial features and charming brown eyes, Les is a middle-aged man with ordinary appearance and short stature. He has dark brown hair, his face is a bit vicissitudes, and the hair on his head has almost fallen out.

Dodge was younger, looking about sixteen or seventeen years old, with the same average appearance and short brown hair.

"It's almost time to go back. I didn't expect to encounter this terrible weather. I wonder if my dear brothers and sisters miss me." Dodge ordered a few glasses of the better craft beer here, and then started chatting with the people at the table.

Les looked at the storm outside the window, his face a little ugly. "It seems that this storm will not end for a while. We estimate that we will have to stay here for a few days."

"Isn't this just right? It's time to expand our community of brothers and sisters."

Looking at Dodge who was eager to try, Tobias knew that under the stimulation of novelty at the beginning, most people would be excited to share their knowledge with others, but they should still be careful on the surface.

"Dodge, you'd better be careful. If there are official people here, be careful that you get locked in."

"Official people? Where were they when I was living on the streets, barely clothed, and about to starve to death? When my relatives and friends were dying of poverty and illness, did those gentlemen ever care about us? Only the Lord, Him Still saving us and suffering for us..."

Dodge changed his free-spirited temperament and became passionate and angry, his face filled with unforgettable hatred.

Tobias looked at Les. After all, he and Bonnie were more cooperative with them. He could still distinguish between faith and the like, and he was not as crazy as ordinary believers.

Les nodded towards Tobiah and reassured Dodge. This young man seemed to have great potential, his faith was still firm, and he was suitable for good training.

Also sitting at the table near the stairs was a young man and woman who couldn't stand the rocking of the ship and came down.

The woman who was wiping her dark brown hair seemed to have heard their conversation and was obviously stunned. The water droplets on her skirt were frozen there.

"Emma, ​​be careful to control your outward movements. This is nothing. You will know more in the future."

"Brother Heras, I understand, I will pay attention to it in the future."

Hermione asked the Levs to separate a small room for herself so that any changes she made would not scare others.

After resting for most of the day, I found that part of the strength I had gained from being stimulated last time had gone silent again, but fortunately, some of the hunter's abilities could be used again after being stretched.

Fortunately, the Fool didn't forget that he still had a devout believer who needed to be saved, so he helped restrain the crystal.

You have to find an opportunity to get rid of this thing, otherwise your prayers will be cut off and you won’t be able to borrow any strength from yourself.

Looking at the torch-sized flames on my fingers, it feels a bit familiar, does it bring me back to the days when I first started to become an Extraordinary? It's like a test of one's own strength.

The flame suddenly went out, and Hermione felt vaguely uneasy. Could something be coming again? I think I have to add 'forerunner of disaster' to my honorary name in the future to regain my strength.

The low light and gray surroundings made it difficult to judge the time. After the heavy rain abated, a few more people disembarked from the passenger ship. They looked a little panicked and walked into the simple hotel carrying boxes while looking around, followed by several others who also carried boxes. local villagers.