Mystery: The Fool's Witch Angel

Seeing unfamiliar faces and monotonous streets, Hermione walked a short distance and came to a fountain square.

The town's Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom is here. The homeless man sitting under the fountain quickly caught a pigeon and left. When he saw the staff, he chased after him cursing.

Seeing this scene, Hermione also found it a bit funny, even the symbol couldn't resist her hunger.

She wore a top hat with a black veil today to prevent too many unnecessary accidents.

Some people on the street were talking about the storm that covered the sky a few days ago. Some were saying that an evil storm was trying to invade and destroy a village on a certain island; or that it destroyed several islands; pirates invaded, ghosts Ship landing and everything.

However, due to religious reasons, evil storms still dominate.

Following the direction of the fountain, Hermione saw Heras waiting outside, and quickly walked across the marble floor to the area in front of the door.

The church in front of me is much better than the one in Maggiore. The stained glass outside is clean and dust-free, and the person on it should be one of their saints.

The style of the church made her feel a bit like a Christian style. Could this be a whimsical idea brought over by a fellow villager?

"Heras, here I come."

"Ms. Hermione, I have already processed it. Here is your ID."

Heras handed Hermione a small notebook with some marks on it and the seal of the Holy Emblem of Knowledge.

"Would you like to meet the officiating priest here, Father Gerhard Fanger? He is a respected old gentleman here."

Hermione heard the implication: "I wish I could, I like communicating with friendly people the most."

Hermione followed Heras into the slightly larger church. The paint on the spruce chairs on both sides reflected the natural light. Ten people could sit in a row on each side.

There are a few people sitting here reading books scatteredly. The person in front wearing a retro black robe should be the officiating priest Gerhard Fanger.

He seemed to be short in stature, with black hair and white hair, a little fat, his eyes were pious, and his face with many wrinkles matched his kindness and was very kind.

Priest Gerhardt also saw Heras and Hermione coming, smiled and stepped forward to greet them:

"Heras, and this lady, welcome you back to knowledge."

"Only knowledge is eternal!" Heras responded to the priest, facing the Holy Emblem of Knowledge, leaning his left hand behind his back, and pointing out the outline of the Holy Emblem of Knowledge with his right hand on his chest.

Hermione followed Heras's example and said, 'Fools will understand me. '

"Father Gerhardt, Ms. Hermione is a traveler I met when I was traveling. Thanks to her, I can see a different world."

"I am also very envious of being able to travel to various places! When I was young, I also wanted to go to places like the Southern Continent and the Raging Sea to investigate and record. When I calmed down and thought about how there are so many people here who need help and guidance, as a god Servant, how dare I leave God’s people and leave.”

Father Gerhardt was lost in memories, and he and Hermione began to talk about some legends and places. When he heard Hermione's new introduction to certain places, he couldn't help but get excited, like a student studying.

"So the legend of the Golden Kingdom in the Southern Continent is false. In fact, there is no gold there at all. It is just a place of belief formed by the indigenous people's sustenance for a better life."

"Ms. Hermione, have you ever been to the 'El Dorado' described by those explorers?"

"I once visited a so-called Golden Kingdom, but there was a primitive tribe living there. They believed in unknown gods, not the sun god of the eternal blazing sun."

Hearing that Father Eternal Fierce Sun's face was solemn at first, he was a little worried when he heard that he was not the Sun God of Eternal Fierce Sun, and continued to ask.

"What about the back? Ms. Hermione."

"They predicted more than a thousand years ago that the end would come more than a thousand years later, and they held sacrificial activities every year. When the sun's rays passed through the center point of the strange carving, it was the day when the sacrifices were held. The time is not fixed. "Hermione almost let it slip.

"I didn't expect there to be such a strange tribe. Are they still there?"

"The way in was not fixed, and I followed a group of people in. They still had an ancient female tribal system. One person was arrested for seducing the queen of the tribe and was used as a sacrifice. It was only then that I was lucky enough to see the sacrifice process. "

Hermione paused and continued, "But there are many institutions there and ordinary people can't reach it. They also live a life without fighting against the world."

"I didn't expect that the world is so wonderful. If I also want to see it, Ms. Hermione, how did you come out in the end?"

"Because some unlucky people wanted to steal other people's divine relics and were caught. Those who participated were sacrificed, and those who were not involved were bundled in canoes and floated out on the river. Fortunately, I met a friendly person The natives of the Southern Continent were rescued." Of course Hermione would not say that she persuaded people with virtue and used her fists to let everyone send her off.

"It would be great if I could still go to this place. I really want to see the different customs and customs."

"Yes! I have never found my way there since then. There are many unique souvenirs and cultural relics that can be resold. I believe the nobles like Intis and Loen will like them very much."

Hermione responded to the priest's question inadvertently, muttering to herself, 'I think you are looking for an opportunity to treat people as heretics! 'After all, that sun god is taboo!

The following words made Father Gerhardt, who originally admired Hermione a little, not know what to say. The style of painting really changed rapidly. One second you liked to respect other people's culture, and the next second you planned to use other people's traditions. Selling money is in line with what an explorer does.

"You are very sincere and speak your inner thoughts directly."

"I didn't expect you, Ms. Hermione, to have so much experience. Apart from digging up some strange specimens, I didn't encounter any mysterious legends. I mostly spent my time writing papers and diaries."

Heras spoke in time to ease the embarrassment. After all, people like himself who are traveling around the world must have some way of income to support their activities.

Father Gerhard realized his gaffe and quickly adjusted himself, his expression restored to its original state.

He can't let Hermione leave this topic now. He wants to get as much information as possible about that place, so let's get straight to the point!

"Ms. Hermione, the approximate location of that place is important to us."

“That place is in the Paititi Lake area in West Balam, and many explorers know it and they all dream of entering there.

If you are not chosen by fate, you will not be able to enter at all, and you will waste your time in vain.

It would be better to build a resort hotel next to it and take over a large area of ​​land to grow cocoa and coffee.

Anyway, the labor force in the Southern Continent is not valuable. I provide services to people who come to take risks. I believe this is a lot of income, but no one invests in me. "

Heras wanted to laugh a little. It seemed that Ms. Hermione had always been obsessed with the development value there, and Bonnie even called her ancestor when they got along. The relationship between the two seemed strange.

"Ms. Hermione, why don't you continue to invest in development there? It's back here again. A smart person should be able to see that."

"I can't help it. I always like to look at other people's privacy, and then I got on the blacklist of those tribal forces. As a weak girl, I have no choice but to leave the Southern Continent and come back."

Hermione also said in her heart, "Try to feel like being cared about by a group of people." 'You're awesome if you can still keep calm like that.

It's not easy for Heras to expose Hermione. On the surface, she looks similar to his sister Emma, ​​but if they really fight, Emma will probably be pinned to the ground and unable to move.

Why do I always think of this? Isn't this my sister being pushed into a pit of fire? Must have been watching Hermione and Bonnie getting close too much.

Father Gerhardt felt a little regretful. He closed his eyes and prayed. After making gestures with his hands, he continued to take back the pamphlet from his lap. It seemed that he could not preach to the pagans and let them return to civilization.

"Ms. Hermione, what are your plans now, are you going home?"

Looking at the kind Father Gerhardt, Hermione thought about how to answer. She didn't know how to get back to one home, and the other home had kicked her out.

"I don't know where to go now. I can only travel around to look around. My family has kicked me out of the house."

"Do you have any conflicts with your parents? Maybe I can help you."

Father Gerhardt was a little anxious. One hand unconsciously clenched the Holy Emblem of Knowledge on his chest. The object of salvation was right in front of him.

He saw that Hermione under the black gauze had a childish appearance and a green cheek. She was beautiful and temperamental. She should be an ignorant woman from a noble family who had been deceived.

Combined with Hermione's profound knowledge and her travels in the Southern Continent, she was most likely a girl who was tricked by some explorers into running away from home, and then abandoned after she was found to be of no value.

"My parents are no longer here, and my sister is very angry with me and told me not to go back."

Hermione found that Father Gerhardt seemed to have misunderstood her, so let's continue to be wrong!

"It's good to be able to come back. If you feel pressured and burdened, you can come here to participate in my sermons. Knowledge will not reject the lost!"

"Don't worry! Father Gerhardt, I will."