Mystery: The Fool's Witch Angel

Chapter 130 Aftermath
"Thank you for your secret shot. This should be a fugitive who was arrested. Unfortunately, his face is rotten, so we can't compare who it is."

"You're welcome, this person is too good-for-nothing, he dare not fight with a gun, no wonder he became a fugitive."

Father Braun put away the pistol and thanked Hermione, the audience next to him. She should have broken the man's hands just now, and the answer sounded a bit problematic.

Although I don't know how to do it, but intuitively, there is no one else but her.

The group of Lengtouqing who just came in were still watching from a distance, doing some guard work.

The few villagers who did not disperse, or those whose homes were nearby, looked around with black shotguns, and by the way, looked at the group of newcomers next to the dead.

After checking that there was no problem, Braun asked the new clergy to go to the nearby villagers to get some sticks and branches to surround the place, and wait for the police to come to deal with it. At that time, it is up to them to burn it or pull it back.

"You should be about to spit it out, there's no need to force yourself, no one will laugh at you."

Hermione patted the shoulder of Mila Gross, who had a very bad face, and told her to bend over to the straw field beside the road and vomit.

The clothes of the clergy here are more self-cultivating and convenient, and they are not like the robes that are covered with the whole body and revealing the face like the Christians I saw before.

After Father Braun explained the precautions to the villagers who were watching, he led everyone back to the church.

"You will also experience it in the future. It may be more dangerous than this. Remember that the Lord of knowledge will always be with you and me. Be good at using your own wisdom to solve it. Don't feel afraid."

"We understand, thank you for your teaching, Father Braun."

The newcomers listened to the daily life of Father Braun on the bench. Apart from the basic work of the clergy, most of them were mediating trivial issues among the villagers, as well as timely persuading and providing some spiritual comfort.

Hermione watched them take their first life lessons from the back row. The daily life of the clergy was not very interesting, on the contrary, it might be a little boring.

It is even more tiring to go to troublesome villages, and it is easy to be targeted and deceived by evil gods. Only those who resist the loneliness of their souls can be regarded as people with firm beliefs.

After a period of time, everyone had already dispersed, or went to clean and tidy up the room they were going to live in tonight.

Hermione took an old book with a rolled-up cover from the somewhat decayed bookshelf, and read it. It described the experiences, perceptions, and principles realized by some ascetic monks hundreds of years ago.

Part of it belongs to St. Christopher. He was a child of an ordinary shoemaker, and with his devotion to faith, he kept reading and chasing knowledge, and was admitted to the seminary, the predecessor of Beglitter University.

After graduation, he started as a low-level ascetic monk, spreading the belief of the Lord of Knowledge among the villages, step by step from the second-class priest to the priest, bishop..., and finally became a saint and entered the heavenly kingdom of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom to serve in Him about.

This is the best example. It seems that the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom knows how to motivate people.

Another day, I can suggest that Pope Derrick can also come up with some inspirational representatives to motivate the low-level clergy. It is also beneficial to fight chicken blood.

Unexpectedly, this man who looks like an old man is actually younger than himself.No, I am not old, I will always be 18 years old, there is no need to compare.

Most of the people behind can leave their names as titles in churches around the world, and there are also some outstanding representatives of women, such as St. Ottini, and Kamari in Kamari Town can also leave a small biography here.

Hermione, who sensed someone coming, closed the book and looked out the door.

Two people in police uniforms and a man in civilian clothes came in together, put down the broom on Braun who was sweeping the floor, and went to negotiate with them about the case at noon today.

"That person should be the guard of the remnant party of the Anhalt family who is on the run! It's a pity, Father, you should be kept alive.

This will quickly lead to the absconded Friedmann Anhalt and his brother Otto Anhalt, both of whom are carrying very dangerous items. "

The man in casual clothes spoke with some regret.

"No way, whoever let this guy run to kidnap the child, the angry villagers don't care about it."

"You deserve it, so let the dead man speak. Father Braun borrows the room here."

"Okay, please follow me."

The two policemen turned their heads and walked out to deal with the scene.

The plainclothes man followed Father Braun to the back, probably preparing to ask the deceased through a psychic. Not long ago, there is still a lot of information.

Hermione, an outsider, also pretended to be here very simply, so that until now they didn't notice that there was still a person sitting on the bench.

Taking out the small mirror, Hermione also planned to see what this Anhalt was. There was never enough information.

Some illusory and pale spirits appeared in the mirror, and the man in civilian clothes stood beside him, and Father Braun was not with him.

"Why did you come to the village to hold the villagers hostage? It won't help you."

"Of course I know that we want to exchange the priest as a hostage, so that he is useful."

"Where are Friedmann Anhalt and Otto Anhalt?"

"I don't know. After the task was given to me, they dispersed separately, saying that they would automatically come to me after I succeeded."

"Where did they disappear in?"

"Garcia Town and Feneporte."

"Is Eduard Anhalt real?"

"Master, he, he..., I don't remember."

The spirit body then collapsed and dissipated, the result of forcible intervention by external forces.The man in casual clothes seemed to have expected it, and sighed.No wonder he was so regretful when he heard that there was no survivor just now.

Anhalt should be one of the culprits of those things last night, it seems that the background is quite big.

Last night, the Lehman family and the Walter family almost got into trouble because of this youth idol drama. Fortunately, those two old men are good people. The thing has already happened, and it only needs to bear good results. It doesn't matter how the process is.

'And the town of Garcia, which is also a coincidence. '

I hope that the church personnel who dealt with the problem before will deal with them, and don't bring any bad things to Garcia Town to hinder themselves.

After putting away the mirror, Hermione continued to read a book on the bench as an outsider.

The plainclothes man inside came out with Father Braun, said a few words of attention, and left here.

The new priests behind opened the door and came out. They had just tidied up inside, and they were also curious about this casual man, thinking it had something to do with the case of the deceased just now.

In the afternoon, some villagers came to see Father Braun for enlightenment and preaching, most of which were neighborhood disputes and conflicts between husband and wife.

The bored Hermione stayed here until it got dark, she might as well walk all the way, and see the cultists directly shoot and destroy them.

Who would dare to block the way if they were run over by a chariot of flames.

When there were only a few wisps of orange on the western horizon, Father Braun was leading a group of new priests to leave the church, only then did he notice Hermione on the pew.

"Do you want to come together? The villagers held a bonfire party on the straw field, saying that you are welcome to come, and today's little Fred was rescued and vowed."

It seems appropriate to have a party and find a reason.

Hermione directly agreed to come down and go together. She used to like the folk customs and habits of various places, so how could she miss it now.

In the harvested wheat fields, people simply set up tables and stools with straw.

There is a pile of firewood in the middle, which has already been lit. The skewered meat is inserted obliquely on the ground and grilled around the fire.

The villagers came here with vats of wine and put them next to the table piled up with straw, and the children sat around the campfire and looked directly at the sizzling meat roasting on it.

Hermione followed the new priests and sat on a bench made of straw, which was soft and not sunken, and seemed to have been compacted.

The women brought some side dishes here, diced apples, some raisins, a simple green salad, cheese to go with, and rye bread.

Some young men and women have already communicated on the straw tables on both sides, but Hermione and the new clergyman are sitting here relatively well-regulated and quiet, just like the audience watching a stage performance.

"You don't need to be so cautious, the villagers are very friendly, you can play if you want to play."

Father Braun persuaded everyone, and then walked around with the coachman who had already arrived here.

But the people in the seats obviously didn't let go, and simply ate something.It wasn't until some villagers came to invite them to stand up and join their chat.

"Mira, have you learned the dance of these bonfires?"

"I have learned some dances for social use. I learned them in school. The court dance teachers cost too much, and our family can't afford them."

"This kind of dance is how you want to dance, just dance, simple, there are not so many rules outside."

Hermione seemed to be telling herself that the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom would give these new priests another chance.

If the internship period expires and you can pass the assessment and become a second-class priest at the lowest level, you can choose to serve God for life, or you can return to social life.

Perhaps this is also to avoid a large population shortage and overblown church institutions. After all, there are not many people in small countries.

Hermione pulled her up and took her to the front for a walk. She feared that going to the church below would not be able to do anything well, and it would be easy to cause accidents when meeting those ungodly people.

The other people sitting were also curious and amazed by Hermione, and gathered here to look at the fire in front of them.

The young people who met their eyes were already jumping around, and the children were eating barbecue around. In the morning, they saw that little Fred was also burning his rabbit legs by the fire.

The surrounding villagers held hands and began to swing around the bonfire, singing local folk songs and praises to the God of knowledge and wisdom, thanking him for the harvest and joy he brought.

It is more appropriate to replace it with the Mother Earth. After Hermione heard the general meaning of those lyrics, it is really interesting that the decision-making of the upper level is carried out to the lower level.

She took Mira's hand and that of another village woman who appeared to be in her 40s and danced to the campfire.

The children danced and sang in front of them, too, and little Fred joined the procession holding something black.

Mila's hands are soft and delicate, and the women's hands are rubbed with many hard lumps, and the women on both sides also enter the state with the atmosphere.

Hermione, who followed suit, felt that it seemed interesting to stay tonight. As a human being, at least she could know why she was alive.

Although the clergy are allowed to drink alcohol, they cannot get drunk.Under this rule, the villagers did not force everyone, but just came to chat.

However, due to the gap in knowledge, most of them don't know what they are talking about, and they just chat with each other.It would be nice if my children could also go to seminary.

Since she was also a suspected clergyman, the villagers of the right age didn't come to her. Most of them said hello, praised her for being beautiful, and just looked around a few times.

At about the same time, she went back to the church with the new priests, and the villagers held their own banquet.

When we got up in the morning, we bid farewell to Father Braun of the church and left in a carriage.

Last night, Hermione experienced the legendary big bed room, where several people are side by side, and there is no need to pay so much attention to the tight space.

On the road, sometimes a small piece of mud and sand can be seen empty, there are a few gaps in the dense forest, and there are such irregular bare ground on the lawn.

It's just that the glass window next to it is a bit small, and Hermione couldn't see much with her normal sight.This should be the troubles that Yanqi mentioned. Could it be that the church was fighting with those believers of evil gods here yesterday?

"I seem to see a few trees turning purple and black very quickly."

Erich Becker, who was traveling with him, was sitting next to the door of the car, and had a wider view of the outside and spent a longer time.

Other people who heard the words also leaned over to take a look.It is true that a few trees have turned dark, even if it is late autumn, it should not be like this.

Hermione used the reflection of the glass to project the picture in front of her. Some dust was blown off the trunks of those trees, which seemed to have been dead for a long time, and the whole body was purple-black.

It is the extraordinary power that affects their natural laws. Originally, the tree can live for hundreds of years, but its life has passed in this instant, and it has returned to death and decay.

She thought of the irregular areas that were dealt with on the beach on the coast before, but the acceleration there was much stronger than here, directly depriving the time of objects and people, and quickly dissipating.

The Anhalt family also came here, could it be them?
It's not very likely, at least it's impossible for those who are mainly active in the open, otherwise the church will not see their anomalies.It should be the forces behind them that support them and provide them with security.

The carriage continued to drive forward, and there were still small areas on both sides of the road that were withered and purple and black from time to time, and some people could be seen surrounding the area and erecting signs.

The underground road began to become muddy, and the carriage began to bump a bit.

When everyone was drowsy, two horses blew, the coachman stopped the car, and there was a loud sound ahead.

"The operation is being carried out ahead, please stop here first."

(End of this chapter)