Mystery: The Fool's Witch Angel

"Sister Hermione, do you understand real giant language?"

"This language has long since disappeared into history. Our current languages ​​in the northern continent are all derivatives and variants of Giant Language. In a sense, what you are speaking now is also Giant Language."

That kind of language is not suitable for ordinary people to learn, it is too dangerous. It is better for children to master the main languages ​​of several countries in the Northern Continent.

"Then sister Hermione, we can learn to speak frankly whenever we can."

"Now you should master the writing of Rune, Intis, and Feysac first! There is still a long time to come, so let's learn the Rune language first."

Hans in front of her was moving around, asking where he was, but Hermione couldn't do what her Chinese teacher did to her when she was a child. After all, her mother was watching.

Mrs. Dermot held the book in one hand and her face in the other, looking at Hermione quietly.

'Madam, you're putting me under a lot of pressure! You don’t know if you have taught me well unless you tell me. 'Hermione's calm appearance was already boiling with uneasiness. Just as you were reporting on the project, Party A below would watch quietly and give you a look of understanding.

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"Okay, let's come here first. Hans, if you don't remember, you can come to me and translate these literally today."

"Ms. Hermione, can I come to you too?" Adai, who was about to lean forward to the table, also spoke in a low voice.

"Of course, I will study for another two hours in the afternoon. Remember not to be late."

Hermione looked at Mrs. Dermot next to her. She was either looking at herself or reading a book. She had been sitting here for a long time.

"Mrs. Dermot, what do you think?"

"It's good. Someone should have taken care of Hans a long time ago. I will support you. Let's go to dinner first."

Hans, who was still anxious about the difference in words, looked at his mother in confusion. He had always been obedient. Why did he say this?

Mrs. Dermot asked Adele to take Hans with her, and she took Hermione's hand and began to chat about the contents of the literature.

Hermione, who still wanted to read the book Sherlock Moriarty, could only cope with walking together.

"Looking at your behavior, Teacher Hermione, you should be a noble. Both your speech, behavior and facial expressions have become habits."

"It was once, but I don't know whether it was or not later."

"Have you encountered something? It doesn't matter. If you want to talk it out, you can talk to me. I will wait for you."

"I will do it if necessary, and I feel pretty good now."

Arriving at the dining room, after taking a seat, Mrs. Dermot asked Marilis and others beside her to eat as well.

Seeing that the only dishes after the meal were cheese for dessert, and then planning to have a drink with Hermione, Hermione postponed it until the evening on the grounds that she had to study in the afternoon, and it was not good to teach bad children.

The staple food was pasta baked like pizza. Hermione saw that it was sprinkled with ham, cheese, and minced meat, braised pork knuckles with pickled cabbage, a bowl of potato salad, sour goat cheese for dessert, and a cup of red honey. liquor.

"Mrs. Dermot, are you not going to church?"

"No need for now, I think I've found my target."

"That's good. People have to have something to look forward to in life."

"Do people have to have expectations in life? It makes sense. Let's taste a mead like this tonight!"

"With great pleasure."

After finishing the meal, Hermione went outside to the balcony on the first floor. The temperature here was a bit high. There was a small round table and two white lounge chairs. The constant breeze blew over, which made up for the high temperature.

Hermione, who was leaning on the chair, felt a little tired for some reason. Has she become more human lately?

The long white clouds in the distant sky were driven upwards by the sea breeze. Hermione fell asleep a little lazily, "This kind of life is quite good. I didn't expect that my previous dream would come true here." '

Hermione woke up as if she thought she still had something to do. A faint fragrance passed into her nose. There was someone lying with her in front of her. Fortunately, she was not afraid of being numbed.

"Teacher Hermione, you're awake. I just saw you resting here. I was also reading a book here. I didn't know why I felt a little sleepy and fell asleep."

"Mrs. Dermot, I'm going to class first. You can continue reading!"

Hermione got up to straighten her clothes and think about the study plan for Hans. Mrs. Dermot in front of her sat up with a book, looking as lazy as Hermione.

"I'm coming too. It's boring to stay here anyway. I just want to supervise Hans."

In the Marble Fountain Square, the homeless people hid in the shadows in the corners, and the pigeons also flew to the shady place next to the church, giving no chance to save others.

Father Gerhardt, Salmont and Sackman were rarely together in the church. Sackman Alphonse was taller, nearly 1.8 meters tall, with brown and black hair. He looked a bit thin, with three-dimensional features, and was about the same age as Salmont. , looking at the Holy Emblem of Knowledge with pious eyes.

"Teacher, is the investigation team coming back?"

"It's almost today. After all, we were all unaware of such a big thing happening. This is our responsibility."

"I will go to Maggiore Village to preach and rebuild. Teacher, Salmont, you don't have to worry too much."

"Excuse me, Alphonse, if you need any medicine, please tell me and I will fully support you."

Salmont also breathed a sigh of relief. Although he could shirk most of the responsibility on the grounds that the island environment was closed, he understood that his teacher Gerhard Fanger would not do this.

It was good to have Alphonse take the initiative to come forward and support him. No one could have predicted this kind of accident.

At this time, two somewhat ordinary men walked in at the door of the church. The taller man was neatly dressed, with brown and black hair, and his not too thick silk coat was neatly buttoned. He had the temperament of a scholar and looked like a college student.

Another man took off his coat due to the high air temperature. Inside he was wearing a blue and white striped shirt and suspender trousers. He had black hair and a common appearance in the local area.

"Priest Gerhardt, we want to know something."

"You are back, please come with me."

Father Gerhardt led the two men to the back. Due to the level issue, Salmont and Seckman were not enough to listen to the conversation inside.

"I guess we won't be able to solve anything this time. The ocean is so big. Where can we find the ghost ship? I didn't expect that the legend of the treasure is actually true."

Salmont and Alfonse were chatting next to the bookshelf. There was a lot more dust on the ground, and it would only be cleaned up in the morning.

"This is ultimately a disaster for the villagers, who have suffered an unthinkable disaster."

"The ghost took the things and actually compensated the remaining villagers for the losses. This is much better than the administrator. It's a pity that he didn't know what happened inside. Alphonse, remember to find out what happened when you go to the island."

"I will go find out what happened. It is estimated that these things have also spread in the small town, but no one will take it seriously. They all think that an evil storm is coming."

"The evil storm will not compensate the villagers. Alphonse has worked hard for you during this time. This is a newly developed potion that I have developed. It may keep you in high spirits after staying up all night."

Salmont took out a few tubes of green potion and handed it to Sekman with a knowing look in his eyes. Sekman obviously didn't notice and sincerely thanked Sekman.

"Thank you Samonte, with which I am sure that the problem of the village of Maggiore will be dealt with soon, the knowledge is with you and me."

Outside the door, Mrs. Ortel and another well-dressed mature woman came in, followed by a girl who looked somewhat similar to the mature woman. Salmont smiled and hurriedly went to receive the confused believers who needed comfort.

Alphonse couldn't help but feel a little relieved when he saw the smiling believers who came into the church. He also had to work hard to deal with the island's affairs, and unconsciously clenched the potion in his hand.

In the shadow next to the fountain square, a squatting homeless man took out the white conch in his arms with his dark palms, trying to survive this difficult afternoon. Just as it was about to reach my ear, the dry arm fell down and snatched the conch away.

"Why did you steal my...? It's you."

The tramp raised his head and saw the old man in front of him who looked almost like a savage.

"Follow me. I have a nice voice that I want to share with you. You won't be able to hear it here in the future."

After the two of them finished speaking, they left here with a few people, except for the people who were still looking at the pigeons in the shadows.

Thanks to the forest that once had you for your monthly vote