Mystery: The Fool's Witch Angel

"Sister Hermione, can you understand Tutanese?"

Hans was holding an ancient book and asking Hermione for advice, while Adele sat quietly and watched.

Hermione met Hans in the church for several days in a row. Unexpectedly, this child was quite talented in learning and often chatted with her.

"Of course you can. People who travel all over the country will definitely know a few languages. For a person with rich experience and knowledge like me, these things will not be difficult for me."

"But sister, you don't look that big either!"

"Thank you for your compliment. In fact, I am not old anymore. Let me translate it for you."

Then Hermione briefly told Hans the content of the book, which was the story of a tribal prince who united the surrounding tribes to resist the invaders. As expected, children all yearned for these heroic legends.

"Outsiders are constantly encroaching on the indigenous people's land, and are also clearing out too many indigenous people. The indigenous tribes are fighting on their own and are not opponents at all. The heir of a tribe stood up and united the surrounding tribes to start a resistance. intruder.

"Later, they won successive victories, and once attacked the core colonial city of the invaders. Due to various internal and external reasons, they finally failed, but they also retained their own land for their tribe.

Hermione had probably finished talking about the contents of the book. Unfortunately, the private land was just an explicit statement, and the shadow government behind it was the new colonizer.

"Sister, are those intruders talking about us from the Northern Continent?"

"Yes, this must have happened for a long time! If you fall behind, you will be beaten. Moreover, they are not united and have too many flaws."

Hans obviously didn't quite understand what he said. He was stunned for a moment when Hermione said it. Adele next to him couldn't understand either.

"Sister, can I ask you to be my tutor?"

"How could you think of this? I am not someone ordinary people can afford to hire as sister, and I don't know what I can teach you."

"I will convince my mother. Our family should be able to afford it. Sister, you can teach me various languages ​​and translations."

"Then convince your mother first, and then talk to me!"

Mrs. Dermot walked out of the back door. After a few days of treatment here, she felt more energetic than before. She briefly said hello to Hermione, exchanged a few words, and then took Hans back.

Samantha, who was behind, glanced at Hermione nonchalantly, and then continued to receive the next person with a smile. The whole process seemed normal.

'Does it taste like Intis? What does this person want to do? 'Hermione didn't pay much attention to it. Should she go back? Or go shopping elsewhere? How do you solve your most serious problem right now?

Hermione left the bench and said goodbye to Father Gerhardt. Let's write a letter and talk about it first! Being confused like this is not the answer.

At No. 36 Wood Street, a few people chatting on the sofa felt an eerie chill. Royce and Voss immediately entered a fighting state and looked at the sky vigilantly. A letter fell, and the chill disappeared.

Gloor held Eliza and Yvonne in his arms. It was clear that the cold winter had not come yet and the windows were tightly closed. Mrs. Woppel asked Aga to take them back to the room to get dressed, and they went to the second floor with confusion about the envelope.

"A very powerful spirit just appeared here, did you see what it looked like?"

Royce caught the envelope without opening it, and asked Diego next to him. He was a psychic and should be able to see clearly.

"All I saw was a blob of red and then it disappeared. Look what was written inside the envelope."

Royce took it apart and looked at it, and Woppel also watched together. Only when his daughter was not present did the old couple return to their youthful days. Diego is here like a transparent man.

"It's a letter from Hermione. It seems like she's fine. It's great.

"Hermione is currently on the coast over at Fenerport. She doesn't know if she's used to the lifestyle, but she didn't even tell me, and she just wrote to me now.

Diego didn't pay much attention to the couple who were discussing on different lines in front of him. He took the letter and read it, with a relaxed expression on his face.

"I didn't expect that she had such a powerful messenger. She didn't tell us before. This guy made us worry in vain."

"This summoning method is hers at first glance. It is not as unique as anyone else. She is friendly first and then surrenders. I guess she has tricked people a lot in the past."

"Since you have nothing to do, just write to Hermione and ask her to come back as soon as possible! By the way, I will bring you some beautiful sets of traditional women's clothing from the Feneport Plateau. Maybe there is some inspiration for the design!"

The three of them each said their own things and planned to reply to the letter to ask. This guy has a messenger and an honorable name, but he actually made everyone worry about them for so long, and the matter can't end without an explanation. (Hermione: My memory is messed up. I only remembered this recently. You have wrongly blamed me.)

On the morning of the next day, before the sun had dispersed the night, Diego set off directly to find Voss and the others. Was the maid Aga who had just woken up still wondering what was so urgent?

She made a very good impression on everyone during her short-term employment, so they let her stay here.

"I knew she wouldn't be that simple."

Voss also felt at ease. Hearing that there was a messenger at his disposal, he quickly asked about the recent situation. During the afternoon pick-up, Celia was informed that she was being picked up, and she also jumped for joy, saying that she had indeed shared research with Hermione recently, and quickly asked for the contact information of the messenger. (Red: A good attitude determines the life of an evil spirit.)

When Hermione woke up, she found that she was covered with a pile of envelopes. The envelopes were arranged into curse words and slang words. It seemed that Hong was too angry and dared not speak out.

I touched my face, and it turned out that this guy had drawn graffiti. He was really like a child. When would I become as mature as myself?

Hermione went to the basin to clean her face, then sat back at the table to read everyone's letters.

Unexpectedly, everyone was quite enthusiastic. When they saw Celia and learned that she was going to do a strange ritual, she had to quickly remind her not to believe a word the Hidden Sage said. Correct knowledge with malicious intent would be a disaster.

Grohl, who is as big as a kid, also drew a simple portrait of himself on the letter paper, for fear that he would not be able to tell that it was her. There were also two smaller faces that should be sisters Eliza and Yvonne.

Hermione wrote back to everyone in Pulitzer one by one, saying that she really only remembered it recently and planned to stay outside for a while before going back. There were some things that needed to be resolved.

The room was dimly lit and became mysterious. This time, Hong filled the whole room, looking at Hermione with resentful eyes.

"Don't I want to lose face? I have to deliver all the junk."

"You don't even have a body anymore, so what's the use of saving face? Go quickly."

Red passed through Hermione's body and disappeared here. It was already sunny outside, and it seemed that writing letters took up a lot of time. Hermione packed up her bed and went out, preparing to talk to Father Gerhardt and prepare to leave here and go to the next place.

Walking through the familiar road, Hermione came to the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom next to the fountain, walked inside and saw Hans who was constantly looking around.

Hans also saw Hermione appearing at the door. He waved to Hermione excitedly, and the anticipation on his face turned into joy.

With doubts, Hermione looked at herself in the reflection of the glass next to her. Did the child have any strange thoughts again?

The person who came across the aisle for help walked to the bench where Hans was sitting, and Ade was still there looking at Hans quietly.

"Sister, my mother has promised me, but she needs to test you. She said you can't trust others casually."

"Is this so? I was planning to leave, but I didn't expect you to do it."

"Sister, can you please not leave so fast? I will pay your salary."

Little Hans, you got it wrong. Hermione couldn't bear to let this child lose his dream like this. At least it would be good to leave a glorious career as a teacher here.

"Okay, okay, how about I stay a little longer? I have never been a teacher. I can't teach you well. Don't say bad things about me!"

"I will study hard. If anyone dares to speak ill of you, sister, I will have them dealt with."

'If you can help me get rid of Tatiana and the Original Witch, I will pay you 996 in the future. Hermione muttered and touched Hans' head.

"Did your mother say anything about the test?"

"It should be a translator in various languages! What I'm asking for is for you to be my language teacher."

"It's nothing. As long as it's not a rare word, I'm fine with it."

If there were no restrictions, I could still teach you a bunch of magical languages, but I can't harm such a good child.

The two continued to chat intermittently, and Hans returned to his usual lively self because of Hermione's stay. The door opened and Mrs. Dermot came out. She was slightly startled when she saw Hermione's appearance.