Mystery: The Fool's Witch Angel

"If you are still too confused, you can stay here for a few days and return to your ordinary life. You will find new goals."

After Father Gerhard finished speaking, the brown-black-haired man who was sorting books on the bookshelf put the books he had retrieved and came next to Hermione and the priest. The black robe covered his figure, and he was probably a little taller than Hermione. His hair was styled into a four-to-six parting, and his face was as ordinary as the residents outside, with a hint of the temperament of a scholar.

Hermione found that he had been observing her group just now, and his eyes were more on herself and Heras. After Father Gerhardt's introduction, Hermione knew his name. The church's deacon, Salmont Garn, and the other deacon, Sekman Alphonse, had gone out to do business and were not here today.

"Hello, you can come more often when you have time. Teacher Gerhardt, the time has come." Samant then whispered a few words to Gerhardt, and he should be busy with something.

"Then let's take our leave now, Father Gerhardt."

Hermione and Heras left here wisely. When Hermione walked out of the door, she waved to Father Gerhardt behind her and said ヾ(ToT)Bye~Bye~ as usual.

Father Gerhardt was stunned for a moment. Is this some new etiquette? He also waved his hand randomly to say goodbye. Samant next to him frowned slightly and his face was frozen.

"Samonte, what are you thinking about?"

Gerhardt woke up Samant next to him. This student became a little strange after a serious illness and often lost his mind.

"Teacher, I'm thinking about how to set questions in the exam so that students can have their own thinking and meet our requirements."

"The joint unified examination is coming soon. It's good of you to do this. I hope someone from our town of Kamari can pass the exam this time and shine like the prophet of Kamari back then."

"Teacher, there's also the magic potion recommendation. I feel like I've already digested it. I don't know how many more merits I need to accumulate before I can continue to advance."

"We only have the recipe for the Cultivator Path that reaches Sequence 8 doctors. According to your merits, it is indeed enough. Are you really ready?"

"I'm ready, teacher, there are so many people in Kamari Town who need our help."

"That's fine. I'll submit the application after I'm done."

Gerhard walked slowly into the back door, and Samant, who followed Gerhard, raised the corners of his mouth and showed a proud smile.

Hermione and Heras walked out of the streets within the square. The roads here were obviously much worse. Many bricks and stones were broken and scattered with potholes of different sizes. The two axles were obviously sunken. Compared with Pulitzer Port, It's not even close, but at least a ditch has been built and there seems to be no water accumulation.

The ground near the houses on both sides was relatively intact, probably because the car could not drive. Hermione saw a cute boy of about six years old coming out of the gorgeously decorated secret store in front of her. A young girl who looked like a maid went to hire a coachman to let him stand. Over there.

In a passing cart, two owners got into an argument and whipped each other's horses because a horse ate a carrot from the cart pulling vegetables next to it. Hermione quickly pulled the little boy to the door, while Heras stayed away.

The horse was frightened and just stood up and yelled a few times. It did not lose control and run away, but it still scared the people around it. The little boy held Hermione's hand in fear. In the end, the two coachmen still cursed and went to the police to seek justice.

"Are you OK!"

Hermione bent down and looked at the little boy. The little boy saw that Hermione was a little shy and mustered up the courage to speak.

"Thank you, beautiful lady...no, sister."

The maid also ran back quickly, holding the little boy close to her side with one hand, and thanked Hermione. She is shorter than Hermione. She wears a black and white apron and a white maid hat on her head. She has a round face and rosy apples on her cheeks. When she hugged Hans, the clothes on her chest were tightened. Hermione realized that she was not simple. If she looked a little better and younger, she would have a childlike face and big breasts. She debuted as an idol in her own place, and she also worked as a maid. But now She is also very good-looking and a not-so-big girl.

"It's okay, just remember to watch it next time."

"Adai, what happened?"

A beautiful woman with fashionable curly hair and a long turquoise ruffled skirt walked out of the store. Her brown hair, brown eyes, and plucked eyebrows matched her charming eyes, and she had a mature charm. Although not as big as a maid, it fits her figure perfectly, and she holds an exquisite blue and white packaging box in her hand.

The maid briefly told her what happened. The woman did not blame the maid, but warned her not to do this in the future, and then thanked Hermione and the others.

"Thank you for your help. My name is Dermot Geisler. If you need any help, you can come to me later."

"It's just a matter of effort, Mrs. Dermot. I believe everyone will do this when they see it."

Hermione later learned that the boy's name was Hans Geisler, and that his family was a wealthy man in the town. Mrs. Dermot also wanted to invite Hermione and Heras to be guests, but they politely refused.

"Next time, see you later."

Hermione waved to Hans, and Hans responded shyly to Hermione, his hands a little uncomfortable.

"Do you like that lady just now?"

ah! Hans's face turned red quickly and he grabbed Dermot's hand. His behavior had betrayed him, making both Dermot and the maid Ade laugh.

Hermione and Heras said goodbye and returned to the hotel. Because Heras and Emma had Ma Xi's official identity certificate, they could live directly in the official guest house without a few people.

Bonnie, Les and others are preparing to return to Intis, and working as workers is their first identity. Hermione suddenly remembered that her boss, the Fool, had not contacted her yet, except for the mark that had just left on her body.

"Ancestor, we are waiting for the ferry tomorrow morning. We will miss you."

Bonnie and the others found a quiet corner to sit, obviously they didn't dare to be too presumptuous here. Hermione sighed, there are some benefits to being a witch, at least it can make people like and get close to her at first sight. Except for those who have suffered losses, it is all the fault of Tatiana and the others.

"I will miss you too. Remember not to be so stupid and fight against the authorities. Those people will not show mercy to infidels."

"Don't worry, I will keep an eye on them." Les reassured Hermione that he had controlled himself when he was crazy before, but now he is normal and seeing a few people is not a problem.

"How should I contact you in the future, Ms. Hermione?"

"It can be through a messenger." Hermione thought for a while. It seemed that she had not summoned the messenger who had stayed before after being disturbed. She didn't know if she was dead or working as a coolie somewhere. Let's see if she is still alive. I almost forgot about it.

"Writing letters is also a good idea, but international communication may be lost."

"That's not it. I'll see if my messenger is still there and I'll give you an answer tomorrow morning."

Hermione went back to give it a try. She was too nervous these days, and only after being reminded did she realize that she still had this messenger to use.

After finishing the busy exchange of farewell words, Hermione prepared a few candles and available materials to test her ideas.

Sitting on the wooden stool in the hotel, she directly prepared to summon her former messenger in Hermes. The single bed behind her had been covered with quilts to facilitate her struggle and rolling.

"The spirit wandering in illusion"

"Spiritual creatures friendly to humans"

"Submission to the Redness of Hermione Evanna Thoren"

Hermione finished reading the last sentence and found that the crystal in her body did not stop her. It seemed that signing the contract could find a loophole. And the last sentence, it seems that the spirit he summoned at that time was not convinced by him, and after some friendly exchanges, he reluctantly signed the contract. At the time, I didn’t know why I was so persistent. It would be nice to change to another one.

The temperature in the room dropped sharply, the kerosene lamp kept flickering, and a powerful aura descended from the void in front of Hermione.

"Hey! Isn't this my dear master? I haven't seen you contact me for a thousand years, why are you acting like this? It seems that I have a chance to be your master."

A half-length illusory spirit body appeared in front of him. His red hair was disheveled and his whole body was red. His mouth was sewn up, leaving a patch mark, and his former soft and beautiful appearance could still be seen.

"You just remembered me? How dare you summon me like this? You are not afraid that I will turn against you and eat you. Don't forget what you did to me back then. Even after so many years, I still remember it deeply."

Hong quickly pressed herself against Hermione and leaned against her face. It was because of her attitude that she was convinced by Hermione to become the messenger.

"Just you?"

Hermione also got close to Red, allowing her to sense the brand in her body. Red was so frightened that he ran around, his illusory body crawling between the walls, and there was a scream from time to time around him, and then he calmed down and returned to Hermione.

"It's unlucky for me. I will continue to run errands for you, but don't count on me for fights. After all, I am just a facade. If you encounter any serious trouble, you will lose me forever. I didn't expect you to find such a good person." Great boss, do you really not remember?”

"What is it? Leave it alone. Can you do me a favor? Hong."

Seeing Hermione's sincere gaze, Hong felt that responding to her was the stupidest thing he had ever done in his life.