Mystery: The Fool's Witch Angel

"Praise the Lord of Knowledge, may you and I be eternal under His radiance. My name is Marple Austin, and I am here to find Louis Chris Yench, the priest of your church. This is my letter of proof."

Hermione certified the letter she got from Father Gerhardt to the clergy in front of her.

He looked at Hermione with some doubts, opened it again, and checked the mark on it. There was no problem.It's really not a child who left home.

"Please wait here for a moment. Priest Yanqi has already gone back to rest. I'll talk to the deputy priest Curtis."

After watching the staff on duty walk into the back, Hermione sat on the bench next to her and waited.The candles in the candlesticks were more than half burned, and the lights swayed with the incoming breeze.

The drowsy man in black robes came out with the staff on duty just now.Short curly black hair, brown pupils, broad shoulders and tall stature, looks 27 or [-] years old.

"Sorry, guest from afar, I am a little casual, please forgive me. My name is Siswest Garnett von Curtis, and I am the deacon of the Art Church. Bishop Yench is going home I'm resting, I won't come until tomorrow, I suggest Ms. Austin, you go to the hotel to rest first."

"I will, I'm just here to inform you, so as not to cause any unpleasant misunderstandings."

"It happens that there is a nice hotel nearby. Let me take you there. After all, you are a distinguished guest, and it's not bad for me to run some errands."

After finishing speaking, Curtis helped Hermione lift the box, and after explaining a few words to the person on duty, he walked ahead and took Hermione to the hotel.

The street under the night is already very quiet, except for the sound of small animals in the grass.Curtis, the leader, went to the left side of the square and passed through the aisle between the rooms there, paying no attention to the path.

"Did you get harassed when you came here? It's not peaceful here recently, and you dare to come here at night, it seems very difficult."

"The people here are very nice. I heard that I came to the Yate Church on business. I didn't even charge the travel expenses. I forced him to accept it."

"That's good, I'm afraid those thugs with nothing to do will stare at you, those dross should have been cleaned up long ago." Curtis said this coldly.

"Everyone has his own meaning of existence, let's not talk about good and bad, so that a complete society can be formed."

Hermione felt that it would be a pity that Curtis didn't become the chief of the Stuttgart Police Department, so the law and order here would be much better.

"The Bertram Hotel is here. You can tell me anything. Although I don't know what you are going to do, it must be related to extraordinary events. There is no need to hide it like ordinary people."

On the side of the hotel is a meadow separated by trees and grass walls with a closed awning and some piled items on it. Walk in along the hardened road to the gate, and the red carpet extends to the outside of the steps.

There was a drowsy waiter sitting at the front desk inside, and when he saw a guest coming, he quickly stood up and said hello.

Curtis seemed to know them, and the waiters and waiters treated Curtis with great respect.He directly asked them to open the room, and asked the waitress to carry the suitcase and take Hermione up the long ladder at the back.

"I'll go back first, see you tomorrow, Ms. Austin." Curtis stretched out his hand and left here.Hermione also bid him a polite farewell.

"Come with me, Ms. Austin."

The well-dressed waitress led Hermione up, and there seemed to be some celebratory items left on the red carpet below.

When I came to room number 517, the maid opened the door. The decoration inside was clean and tidy, with a sober smell. The wallpaper was in the shape of light yellow floral flowers, and the crystal chandelier above emitted a warm yellow light.

The upright bookshelf decoration also separates a small conversation hall, where sofas and small tables are placed.After observing, Hermione sighed that she had wandered abroad so many times, and finally lived in a good place.

The maid explained to her how to use the things inside according to the procedure, left the key, and then said goodbye and closed the door to leave.

Hermione also put the clothes in the suitcase in the shuttered closet next to the bed, took off her boots directly on the shoe rack at the door, and put on the strappy sandals provided by the hotel. The dark pink carpet on the floor was soft, and her bare feet were no problem not big.

After carefully checking that there is no problem inside, take the provided toiletries and go to the bathroom to take a shower.There is not only a light yellow bedside lamp on the bedside table next to the bed, but also a bright rose in a slender transparent glass bottle.

Hermione, who had changed into a white nightgown, went to the rattan upholstered chair next to her, and changed the card there so that they would change into roses when they changed tomorrow. Hermione liked her sister better.As for the important items, it’s good to bring them with you, and the other ones are not afraid of losing them.

After a while, there was a knock on the door, and Hermione was a little puzzled why someone was looking for her at this time. She put on a coat, her hair was still wrapped in a towel, and opened the door.

The male waiter just stood there at the door with a plate, which contained clear water packaged in a transparent glass bottle and some exquisite snacks.

"Thank you." Hermione deftly took the things in his hand and closed the door.He casually put the plate of things on the table next to the double sofa, and opened the yellow patterned curtain outside the window, leaving the white soft light curtain hanging there.

There are some porcelain and literary works on the decorative cabinets on both sides. Hermione did not give up the inspection of these blind spots, so as not to disturb her later.

After she was done, she lay back on the bed, and she returned to deep meditation again, feeling the traces and imprints brought by her movements and the excitement brought about by the player. It would be great if it was more firm.

The next day, she was awakened by the light softened by the white curtains.The environment here is quiet, without the noisy feeling outside of ordinary hotels.

The red hair was scattered into a ball covering part of her face, and she stretched her waist to get up to wash up.

After changing her clothes, Hermione took out the lace-up ankle boots from the mirror space she carried and put them on, ready to go to the Church of Arter to find Louis Yench, whose middle name was generally omitted.

Before leaving, she arranged it inside and connected the full-length mirror in the bedroom, so she could come back directly if she had anything.Small movements leave no traces.

There are also many well-dressed people walking in the aisle outside. It looks like they are going to the dining room on the second floor.Hermione had no interest in the breakfast here for the time being, and left here directly.

Following the memory of yesterday, I walked to the main street outside and turned into the aisle between the rooms, where many locals also walked to the church.Hermione also wore a black coat today, with a black gauze top hat to conceal her appearance.

There are many people scattered in the square in front of it. The better thing than Kamali Town is that there are no homeless people here.Hermione also entered with the flow of people. In the bookshelf area inside, Curtis, the deputy priest last night, was a little surprised to see Hermione who had come so early.

"Would you like to take a break, after all, those of us who are mentally ill are prone to problems, so we can only accompany the Lord of Knowledge."

"I feel good now, things are more important."

"President Louis has come, come with me."

Curtis took her to the back office area, walked into a room, and saw Louis Chris Yench behind the desk. The books in front of him were stacked very high, and a pile of documents made the large desk very crowded. .

"Is Archbishop Columpel's guest here? You are really young!"

Yanqi stood up and greeted Hermione to sit down on the sofa beside him. He wore a pair of silver-rimmed glasses, his hair was somewhat messy, his face had some deep wrinkles, brown pupils, and a neatly trimmed beard. He looked about 40 years old.

"Louis, I have nothing to go back first."

"Go and rest, Syswestr. You worked hard last night."

When Curtis left, he closed the door by the way. After seeing no one around, Yanqi looked at Hermione with a somewhat expectant expression.

"Hi, Ms. Marple Austin, my name is Louis Chris Yench, you can call me Louis or Yench. I am very happy to see some strong people go to Schwanstein Castle again in my lifetime. I hope You can succeed. The unknown inside has brought many legends to this land, and those who explore knowledge will not reject it."

"Then I'll trouble you this time." Hermione didn't know what to say to him, as if she was going to die.

"Bishop Columpel still has some things to do, and he will come here to meet you later."

"This is my personal matter, and it is a great honor to receive your assistance."

"Exploring and learning knowledge is our belief. Omniscience is omnipotence. We are also happy to see someone solve this mystery. I am currently screening the materials in the newspaper, and it may take some time. You can visit Stuttgart recently. Just pay attention to ordinary people."

"Understood, I know all of this."

After talking about the purpose of the trip with the excited Yanqi and chatting for a while, Hermione left here.He also needs to screen for himself where the next Schwann Castle might appear, and to disturb him is to disturb himself.

People who teach knowledge have learned a lot, and they also have some morbid explorations of unknown knowledge. Hermione didn't know whether she should be grateful for this, or worry about them.

Walking out of the oak black-painted door, the thick singing voice of the choir outside came, and the large group of children on the stage directly crushed the choir of Kamari Town in terms of momentum.The people under the bench are enjoying this moment quietly, a middle-aged woman is directing the singing and playing, she is wearing a conservative black robe.

Not wanting to spoil the moment, Hermione took a spot in the bookshelf area and waited until the session was over before leaving.

There were a lot of people on the street in front of the square, and the bleakness brought by late autumn did not affect the place too much, but the leaves of the trees turned yellow.

By the pool under the swan statue, many people are feeding the pigeons that are parked on the ground. They are not afraid of people flying directly to their hands.

'The folks in Kamari should love that. 'After walking for a while, Hermione realized that she didn't know where to go now.The target has not been found yet, and there is no medium for divination. Do you really want to wander around here?

Across the street are single houses with open front yards facing the church in the square.Some young people scattered here are painting here with picture frames. Judging from the direction of their gestures, the main body should be the church.

"Ma'am, can you stay a little longer? I want to add your silhouette to the pedestrians in front." The male student in the seminary long coat uniform called to stop Hermione who was about to move on.

"Are you talking about me?" Hermione turned her head to look at him, who looked like he had just grown up, about the same size as herself, with a handsome face.

"Yes, but it feels like you're the focus of it again, and it doesn't fit the theme again."

"I'll take a look."

Hermione, who has nothing to do, happened to come to see the life of the students in this place. Ruen Pritz has already seen it, and there are some modern prototypes. I don't know what it will be like here?

The picture inside the picture frame includes the blue sky of the main church with the sun rising, some surrounding buildings and green plant belts, and the pigeons on the square are surrounding the feeding people, with their wings down and close to the palms.

"It's really not suitable. There don't need to be so many pedestrians below. You can choose these positions." Hermione only saw the part below. Too many people is not good, and she didn't learn it. Through art, we can only follow the feeling.

"Forget it, I'm sorry to bother you. Personal portraits should be very suitable for you, but unfortunately I can't draw good people yet."

"Come on, everyone is good at different things, let's draw these first."

After she finished speaking, she turned and left. If she doesn't know these things, don't stay long.The disadvantages of these knowledge believers are a little more, that is, they always like to pull people to share their knowledge, thinking that the other party understands as much as he does, and they don't understand the truth that there is a specialization in art.

A female student next to her approached Hermione and handed her a note with a sentence attached. "Hello, someone just asked me to give you this note."

After she said her compliments, she returned to the canvas and continued to paint.Quite a few passers-by also approached here to review and check, probably got it at this time.

Hermione came to the side and opened the note to check, "Can we meet and chat for a while? You misunderstood me."

This person seems very cautious, but he gave you his own medium, and it seems that there is still some sincerity.Then fold it into a strip of paper and place it in the palm of your hand.

"where is he?"

The slender end of the note pointed in one direction, and Hermione followed the directions.The students behind who wanted to continue chatting with her could only sigh a few times.

"That lady is perfect as a model for portraits, or those female saints."

"Then you have to work very hard, and try to become a portrait master like Goth in the future, and draw the handed down Saint Ottini. After seeing your work, maybe that lady will agree to let you draw one."

"Then the time will change, and maybe the lady is old too."

"Her temperament is still there. We are all about the same age. At that time, it might be more interesting after years of precipitation."

"I still like young people, which are different from you."