Mystery: The Fool's Witch Angel

Chapter 129 The Road Problem and the Fugitive
Hermione, who returned to the Berent Hotel, completed the cancellation procedures, received the salute and was ready to leave for Garcia Town.

I didn't see Curtis today. It seems that he really accepted the offer made by the two big fools last night. I hope he can calm down the conflicts that were about to erupt.And Uncle Worth, making money at both ends is in line with his status.

That's good, at least I get a wife and many opportunities to move forward for nothing. Dangers and opportunities coexist. If you survive and keep it, you will have a bright future.

Yanqi also asked his assistant Bill to arrange a carriage for her to go to the church in Garcia Town. She really cried to death, and she couldn't bear to give herself a separate life, and she didn't treat herself as an outsider at all.

Hermione then set out on the road with a group of trainee monks and nuns in the big carriage, all of whom were going to various parts of Garcia Town to start their devotional careers.

The position of the carriage is spacious, and the seats are okay, but facing a bunch of strangers, it may not be friendly to the society.

When setting off, Yanqi hinted at himself and helped him deal with the problems on the way. Since he worked so hard to figure out the location for himself, it was okay to help. The transactions are all equal, and there will be some extras for expressing friendship.

If it is too difficult, I can only take this car and run away.The sequence is too high, and the danger brought by the aggregation instinct is also high. It's a bit strange that Hermione hasn't seen the coincidentally appearing hunter and witch during this period of time.

It stands to reason that with his own walking characteristics, he should be able to attract a lot of people.

And Tatiana, she should ask the people under the organization to pay attention to the situation around the sea area. After so long, it should be a round of search.I didn't see anyone sent by her. Could it be that they are doing bad things elsewhere?

Tell the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom first.Give the church the portrait of Tatiana, and tell them to be more careful about the lovers of high-ranking officials. It is better to attach a description of the young, middle-aged and old stages, so as to prevent her from disguising herself with the ability acquired by immortality.Inertial thinking is very easy to be exploited.

The imprint of the paper full of knowledge that St. Christopher left for himself before can still be used, and he can be contacted through this, so Hermione closed her eyes and looked at the imprint and told him about Tatiana, so that the church should strengthen its vigilance to avoid victimize innocent people.

As for the spar sealed item with the aura of the original witch, after Hermione reconnected with the Fool, it seldom interfered with her and was all wrapped up by the seal.

'See if there is anything to see in Swan Castle, I have to let the original witch enjoy it with me. 'That brand happens to be His will, rounding up to five is Him, experience the pain with yourself.

The Hermione in the eyes of the peers was leaning on the back of the chair, closing her eyes and taking a rest.The top half of the face was covered by the black veil hanging from the top hat, and the monks and nuns looked a little more curiously. The youthful faces under the thin veil made them unable to move away.

Hermione, who came back to her senses, opened her eyes, and the surrounding monks and nuns also turned their heads and bowed their heads in prayer, repenting for their rudeness just now.

'Natural beauty can't help it! ’ Sighing a few words, Hermione continued to maintain a high-cold look, no, it should be said that she was like this in the first place, but she became friendly because of the accident of herself.

The carriage stopped after driving for a long time, and the driver told everyone that the road ahead was being repaired, and they had to spend the night in the village by the side of the road, and monks and nuns could go directly to the church to rest.

Hermione, who had excellent eyesight, looked at the distance of the road. At least in her sight, the road was good, but there was a sign on the side of the road asking everyone to rest for a night before passing. The signature below was the joint signature of the church and the government.

'Is this the trouble Yench said? 'Since he just let himself take care of this group of trainee priests, it's better to be with them.I believe that the Church of Knowledge can handle these troubles, and never underestimate the strength behind these ancient organizations.

The coachman drove the carriage into the village at the right-angle road on the notice board. The road sign indicated that this place was called Moore. The surrounding farm houses were distributed along the road leading to the forest in front. Behind was a large wheat field that had been harvested, piled up and bundled. of straw.

The village is not big, because it happens to go downhill here, and Hermione can see it at a glance. There are also scattered houses in the distance, most of which are along the extended road.There was a small steeple church in the middle, and she was worried that there would be too many people here, and there might not be enough places to stay there.

The villagers on the side of the road pulled a carriage and returned with the picked wine grapes. Some children curiously followed this large carriage, which was very clean for them, to the chapel.The coachman stopped skillfully in the limited space of the inner walled courtyard, then called everyone to get off the cart, and freed the horse himself to take a rest.

Those children either walked in and leaned against the wall, or lay down or sat on the wall and looked at the group of young monks and nuns in clergy clothes.Hermione noticed that there was a child with a call rabbit hanging around his neck. Is this Grandma Liu who entered the Grand View Garden?Don't look around.

The tall old man with gray hair came out to meet the newcomers and beckoned everyone to go in. Hermione didn't wear clergy clothes like the others, so she was greeted in with two extra glances.

"Hello, my name is Anneke Braun, and I'm the priest in charge of the church here. You look very special." Finally, the tall old man took the initiative to ask Hermione. 1 meters like this, the body is strong.

"I have been arranged by Bishop Louis Chris Jenchy to do something. My name is Marple Austin."

"So that's the case, then you will be wronged in the room behind the church tonight, the space is limited." Braun prayed a few words to the shrunken version of the holy emblem of knowledge in front of him as if he had come to his senses.

"Is there a hotel here?"

"I'm sorry, there is only a simple bar here. For you urban students who have lived for a long time, it can't even be considered a bar. However, there are some wine and beer donated by the villagers here in the church. If you don't mind, you can taste it."

"It's okay, it will be one night."

The group of monks and nuns in front had already stood up and performed daily prayers to the Holy Emblem of Knowledge. Hermione nodded calmly to deal with Father Braun next to him.

People here cannot live without alcohol for a day, and people in the church are also allowed to drink alcohol, but they cannot get drunk.So Hermione was not too surprised that some villagers would give alcoholic drinks to the church. These home-brewed beers and wines were similar to some flavored drinks.

After everyone prayed, they followed Father Braun to the back room for lunch.That's right, it was lunch, and Hermione was also in the seat that was simply put together. They set off in the morning and ended up stopping here at noon. Everyone knew more or less about some problems.

On top was simple whole grain bread with some jam, a few thinly sliced ​​sausages, some greens, and a bowl of bean soup.Two barrels of wine and beer are set aside, and you can serve whichever you like.

An unpretentious life.Everyone sat at two tables and ate together, and the driver consciously sat next to Braun and drank beer with him.

Hermione was surrounded by a somewhat reserved nun, and on the other side was an open space, so she chose the most marginal position.Some of these people eat naturally, while others are calm and eat slowly.

They chose to become priests of the church after graduating from seminary or university, pursuing their faith.There is no distinction between high and low birth here, everyone is a believer who serves God and is equal.

After eating a little, Hermione filled a glass of wine. The lady should drink something that suits her status. After entering her throat, the taste is really very light. The fragrance and sweetness of some grapes are really good to drink.Even better chilled.

"Don't be too gentle, here are all our own people."

After drinking a glass of wine, Hermione saw that the nun beside her was still eating the torn bread in gentle bites, and it took a long time to chew, but she didn't eat much.Remind her not to push herself too hard.

"I'm usually like this, you misunderstood." She spoke in a low voice, maintaining her own speed.

"Sorry, you go ahead, would you like a glass of wine?"

"okay, thank you."

Hermione filled a glass for her and another for herself.The people in front of me seemed to be too open, maybe the rules of the church were still in effect.Look at how Braun and the coachman are enjoying themselves with wine.

After drinking the glass, Hermione said goodbye and went back to the bench table in front to sit down.As the so-called great hermit hides in the city, who would have thought that he would be with a group of ordinary people and hide in it.The children outside have already left and went back, probably called back by their parents for lunch.

After a while, the group of monks and nuns also came out and sat on the benches to rest.The nun who had been sitting next to Hermione before also came to ask her name.

"Call me Austin, I'm a person passing by and rubbing cars."

"My name is Mila Gross. I graduated from the Divinity School of the University of Stuttgart. Nice to meet you."

"No wonder it's so elegant. I graduated from the Faculty of Arts of Carleton University, and I've admired it for a long time." Hermione also became serious, answering the courageous person.

"It's the first time I've heard of this school. Where is Carleton University? Austin, you are from the Faculty of Arts, aren't you good at writing, are you a writer?"

"In the small school over there in Intis, there is nothing worth mentioning about this. I am not a writer now, but an errand and a tutor."

"Looking at you, you don't look like a local. It's quite far from here, separated from Feneport and Lemburg. The tutor is also very good, and I used to work part-time for a while."

"Yes! Good days are always short!"

In the ensuing conversation, Hermione learned the names of the other people in the group, and the other two women were Helen Zmelmann and Ilona Schubert.The three men are David Koch, Erich Becker and Thomas Hoffmann.

They are all very common surnames and first names in the local area. As a new clergyman, he still has a youthful longing.Hermione also spoke to them occasionally, keeping some distance so as not to hurt others.

"Father Braun, it's not good! Fred's son was kidnapped by gangsters, and he asked you to exchange hostages by name."

A middle-aged man in gray and white with patches of solidified purple ran into the church and yelled loudly, asking the new clergyman sitting on the pew where Braun was.Almost tripped over the foot of the chair.

Behind the door, the tall Braun appeared there, his face flushed, and he quickly asked the middle-aged man to lead the way, and the new priests, the coachman, and Hermione who was behind all followed.

"Duden, don't worry, calm down." Braun persuaded the fast-paced middle-aged man to calm down.

"Father Braun, that man had a gun, and he wounded Tony's hand."

"Why didn't you hear the gunshot?"

"He hit it with his hands."

Walking past the houses of the villagers outside, a group of people noticed that there were some people around the end of the road into the mountain. They were holding shotguns or steel forks, and they were careful to watch out for those who pointed a pistol at the child's head in the middle of the road.

The boy was about 10 years old, with red eyes, sobbing in a low voice, holding the arm around the neck with both hands.The man was not tall, with a fierce face, and some ragged clothes, he looked like a fugitive.

When the villagers saw Father Braun approaching, they all told him to stop and not to move forward, while swearing at the vicious man with obscenities.

The child's father, Fred, pointed a shotgun at the man's head and stood behind the wall watching. Father Braun nodded to him and motioned to hand it over to him.

After Duden brought people here, he hurriedly hid behind the wall, beckoning the priests to come and hide.Everyone was nervous about the situation ahead, but they didn't notice that Father Braun stepped forward directly.

"I'm coming, you quickly let go of little Fred."

"Come here quickly, or I'll let you see this kid's brain." The man pushed the child in front, avoiding the possibility of shooting angles.

"It's really useless. You even kidnapped a child with a gun. Is this your countermeasure?"

After the indifferent female voice finished speaking, the vicious man dropped his hands limply, and the pistol fell to the ground. The child who was strangled felt his restraint disappeared, and hurriedly ran away, and was caught and hugged by the stepping forward Father Braun. return.

Shotgun shots rang out continuously, and that person's face disappeared here, leaving behind a vague depression, and the red and white liquid continued to stay in the place where it fell.Immediately after the gunshot, the villagers went up to deal with it with steel forks.

Originally, they thought they could survive the torture, but they didn't expect these villagers to be so decisive.Hermione applauded Father Braun, who was holding little Fred, based on the principle of not leaving his name behind. Wasn't that kid the one who hung the rabbit just now?Is this guy trying to grab the rabbit?
"Okay, everyone stop, he's dead, and leave the rest to the police."

Braun told the villagers to go back to their own affairs, and everyone bowed to him and left.The corpse on the ground was bloody and bloody, like a puddle of minced meat.

"Thank you, Father Braun, thank the Lord of Knowledge for bringing you here, and He protects us with you."

"Eternal knowledge will always protect us."

The rough-looking Fred was half a head shorter than Father Braun, pulling his recovered son and bowing to him, and Father Braun returned the same respect.Then Fredera led the two of them to thank the clergy behind them one by one, and the few people who were still immersed in the bloody scene quickly responded and praised the knowledge.

(End of this chapter)