Mystery: The Fool's Witch Angel

On the beach of the coastal village, Old Tatton and his 'son' dragged the boat out to sea, and seemed to have a feeling to put down the patch of the repaired boat, and came to the shore under the forest separating the village and the beach.

Coconut trees and wind-resistant thin-leaved trees form a large area of ​​shadow here, which is a place for villagers to rest and work.There was an ordinary woman sitting there, and the tool for mending the fishing net in her hand stopped, as if standing there.

Seeing the old man coming in front of him, he looked up and smiled at him, his eyes were a little dull, like an old friend he hadn't seen for many days.Relying on that feeling, old Tatton guessed who the person in front of him was, and felt a little fluctuating in his heart.

"Traitor, I didn't expect to dare to come to me. It's good to come back, just to make up for the lack of Schiller before."

After he finished speaking, the surrounding trees and scenes became twisted and squeezed together, and the place where he was standing was not affected.A confused voice filled the place, passing through the space like crumpled paper to the ears of such an ordinary woman, her dull eyes were a little bit blurred and she was about to get up and walk towards the old man.

"Can you represent God again? We just have different dogmas, and you are the traitor, right? Since I dare to appear in front of you, of course I am prepared, after all, I promised others."

After the woman finished speaking, her body exploded directly, and the scattered flesh and blood wrapped the shadow solidified on the ground, turning into a half-illusory and half-real flesh and blood net covering this wrinkled space.

A transparent liquid exuding white light flows on the red peristalsis, surface ripples appear, and wonderful notes come out from inside, filling this space.

Old Taton lowered his head and resisted the tempting voice, his body split open from time to time and blood flowed out.There are white ripples around him that turn into a light curtain, protecting him from the flesh and blood net that has tightened the space like binding soft objects.The net of flesh and blood trembled, and frantic voices replaced the original temptation, wanting to swallow the entire place.

"Are you crazy? This will attract the dog legs of those false gods. What good will it do you."

"It's fine if it's bad for you. You didn't think about it when you sacrificed us." Voices came from all directions, sweeping towards Old Taton in the middle, and the barrier was about to be broken.

Just when the net of flesh and blood was about to completely swallow this place, a soothing voice came, and the old Taton, who was about to be tied up, breathed a sigh of relief.

Those notes full of beauty, rage, tranquility, mania... smoothed out the wrinkled space, thick and ancient whispers appeared in the ears, and the ground under the feet turned into layers of gray-black quicksand, above which were different sizes. Dots, red, yellow, blue, white..., as if looking up at the starry sky up close in front of a huge black curtain.

"Blessed Schiller? I think it would be more appropriate to call it a curse."

The net of flesh and blood dissipated inside, leaving the last sentence.The screen shattered suddenly, and the pool of blood in front of old Taton jumped up and covered him from the ground.

The remaining blood that came into the air seemed to be hit by an invisible object, spilled on the surrounding decayed wooden piles and melted into the ground.Old Tatton left here with lingering fear, and behind him his 'son' brought a little boy to watch him.

The surrounding trees and objects had already rotted and decayed, forming a small irregular area. The original yellow-white beach also turned gray-black, and the leaves that were drawn here by the wind turned into dust in the air.

"Father, where should we go now."

"Stay here and clean her up later."

After speaking, Old Taton quickly eliminated his traces, left here and returned to the sea.All the people present just now died. Fortunately, there are not many people now. As long as a few people come to mend the fishing nets, they should be able to get through.

On the boat, old Tatton became suspicious of the other party's words and purpose. She would also leave traces when she came here, which would be of no benefit to anyone, so there was nothing to do?
"Ellen cast a fishing net and watch your brother Daniel fishing in the nearby waters. I'll take a break and take care of Schiller."

"Understood, father."

After the old Tatton finished speaking, he covered himself with the canvas, and Ellen immediately let go of some damaged fishing nets and started rowing on the sea. Schiller, who was somewhat silent, also sat in the shadow of the canvas and watched all this.

After returning to the manor, Hermione went directly to her room, looked at the mirror in front of her, and took out a few strands of Lucy's hair. They quickly turned into ashes and merged into the mirror, similar to the appearance of rippling lake water.

"Is there an organization similar to Mingshu behind Lucy? I want to know what's behind her."

Scenes flashed quickly in the mirror, some were glamorous, some were down and out...All kinds of people shuttled among them, haunting high-end clubs or some small but clean small houses.

In the end, the very thin girl with yellow hair was picked up from the straw by two rough men and thrown into the carriage to take away. There were also several children in the same situation, with dark faces that could not tell the difference between male and female.

In the end, Hermione couldn't bear to take a look at Lucy's past. It was useless except to let herself sigh. It seemed that she really didn't hide and deny her past.

"Is Ines in there?"

A white mist appeared on the mirror without any information.Hermione, with a little luck, changed the question. The connection here has almost nothing to do with the media, so it was useless to ask.You can't divination in vain.

"How can I find them in the Autonomous Principality of Faroe? I need the information of Lucy's contact person. Who should I contact?"

Now it's clear enough, she doesn't believe that Lucy hasn't contacted, talked to, or seen.Hermione then wrote down the information provided in it, and when she went to Lange Castle to find the Blue Star Brotherhood later, she would look for this man named Tony Jonas together.

After finishing, Hermione, who probably saw Lucy passing by, lay down on the table with some emotion. 'It's all about hard work! 'A picture quickly appeared in the mirror in his hand, in which the men and women were a little old, and their faces were obviously different from those of the current people.Then it transformed into two heroic red-haired women with a sense of arrogance.

"I don't know how you are doing, I will work hard." Then the mirror flipped to the table and disappeared.

Coming to the floor-to-ceiling balcony with wind chimes outside, the horizon of the sea in the distance has been covered by dark clouds, the orange afterglow of the sun is compressed to one side, and the sea breeze with the smell of water vapor makes the wind chimes sound disorderly.

"It's not a good time, it's a ripe fruit that's about to suffer."

"I hope it won't last so long, so we can buy more raw materials and keep them well."

Hermione chatted with Dermot, who appeared behind her, and it was the harvest season for late autumn fruits such as apple grapes.

"Then it depends on the above."