Mystery: The Fool's Witch Angel

Angelica faced the blue clarity, and it seemed that there was her desire in it, and she wanted to hold it.

Then she shook her head, not looking at the face that smiled at her. How could she lose control? This shouldn't happen.

"Just get used to it and don't look at it for too long. I have recovered a little recently, and even if it can be hidden, it will leak out."

"Okay, I will restrain myself." Angelica couldn't help but said something, and quickly shut up.

"You have to get used to life here, it will be a long time coming."

The sound of knives and forks sliding against the plate was heard, and Hermione, who had regained her composure, began to eat. She didn't know if she would meet anyone else next time she was in trouble.

After finishing the meal, Graf tidied up and found Angelica, who was sitting in the corner a little depressed. She leaned against the shadow inside to avoid the dim moonlight coming in from the window.

"Don't worry, it was just a joke. I don't even know which of my brothers is getting married."

"Aren't we going to the Yildi River area later? Do you have any photos of your brothers? If you are willing to support our family, I have no objection."

"Go back and rest, it was just a joke."

Graf sent her back and warned her again not to go to those closed areas, then closed the door of the guest room.

When she returned to the lounge, she saw Hermione who had not left yet, sitting there reading today's newspaper. The dim light did not affect her focused sight.

"Graf, what's your rank now?"

"I am relatively low-level and am the gravedigger of Sequence 8."

"Come with me tomorrow to dig the graves of those who are causing trouble in your home."

"Can I? I'm relatively weak." Graf, who was obviously looking forward to it, declined politely.

"As long as I'm watching, there won't be any problems. Bring her with you. It's time to make some contribution."

Hermione tasted the mountain coffee here, and found out that she didn't like it very much. It would be better to drink some black tea. Forget it, even though it was a mythical creature, it still evoked a bitter feeling in her.

"Guest Ancestor, do you really plan to introduce her to my brother? She has no value now, and she has no feelings."

Graf didn't know how to call Hermione for a moment, so he just called her like this.

Angelica also has no emotional foundation with her brother, and is of no use to the family. She just doesn't have much value. After all, there are too many such people out there.

"That's my missionary. I'm just letting her see how difficult the road ahead will be. Do you want to do that too?"

"I have always believed in and longed for the stories of you and my ancestors, that's already the case." Graf answered intelligently, and then continued to ask questions to confirm some of the stories he often heard.

Assen Yildi River District, just like every city has its unmanageable side, so does this one.

Hermione, who was simply dressed up to cover herself up, walked Graf and Angelica through the crowded streets. The mud below made her shoes much thicker.

The coats and clothes on my arms were all covered with obvious traces of dust. I put down the hat on my head and went to the appointed store.

The frame on display was a bit crowded, with many things piled on top of each other. The floor below looked like it hadn't been cleaned for a long time.

The clerk who put down a bag of gooseberries came over to ask, and after seeing Graf clearly, he immediately invited them to the back.

"Please come this way."

Open the wooden door of the compartment, and behind it is a passage with obvious tread marks, leading directly to the door of the house at the end.

Go up the stairs inside to the semi-open area on the fourth floor, where you can clearly see the street and pedestrians in front. "Is there any chance we can dig their graves while we're watching from up there?"

"Wait slowly, you have to have the patience to watch a show, just in time to see what new and different things this group of people have."

Graf took out the homemade telescope he had prepared and wanted to observe those streets. The temporary wooden houses on the bank of the Yildi River were directly covered by Hermione.

"If you want to be turned into a pile of rotten meat, just peek into someone's privacy."

"Is it that serious? Forget it, let me clean up the room for you."

Graf obviously just remembered that the other party might be contaminated. Such direct observation was forbidden by the warning, so he quickly found an excuse to cover up his embarrassment.

"You should go and rest if you have nothing to do. Be careful when preaching in the future."

After sending Angelica in who was hesitant to speak and wanted to know why she had this extra responsibility, Hermione continued to look at the simple wooden houses by the river.

The street in front of me is relatively clean, and the strange feeling is not that serious. There are strange connections in the area near the river that extend into the sky.

In the blink of an eye, she arrived outside a wooden door and clearly heard the prayer inside.

The woman wearing black clothes inside prays to a simple carved four-pointed star on the table with her hands clasped together.Praying that her children would be able to get food back.

Jerky words echoed in her ears, and Hermione, who closed her eyes, realized that she seemed to be standing under a dazzling white light and hurriedly broke off the contact.

After a while, the wooden door on the side opened, and two children ran back holding paper bags with several stains on them.

"Is that so?"

Considering that I almost couldn't help but follow the contact and take a look, it would be safer to change the target.

After stepping over the connected wooden bases, we came to another room. The covering bag had rotted away. The person inside sorted out his somewhat damaged coat, opened the door and walked towards the street inside.

Hermione also saw the four-pointed star inside, which seemed to be carved from crystal, occasionally reflecting a flash of light.She immediately put it away and followed the residents who were leaving.

The decaying house had lost its spirituality and was about to collapse. After the people in front walked away, Hermione looked back and saw that the house had completely disappeared. The passers-by were so frightened that they hurried away.

"Rena, are you going to have your own whims again?"

“I have accumulated enough devotion to the Lord and it is time to reap the rewards.”

The person being followed chatted with the apple vendor sitting on the roadside, took off his hat, patted his body, saluted politely, and then moved on.

Hermione vaguely felt that she should be able to see the twisted side Vernut mentioned.This person's request seems to be not simple. How can a deal with the evil god be free?
After passing the small vendors who didn't notice her, the streets here were much better than those behind them. At least the roads were paved with gravel and were no longer muddy.

No matter how light my shoes are, they can't hold up to the softness underneath. Ordinary items will inevitably stick to them.

"Iverson, I wish you good luck today. There are still some gentlemen passing by this intersection."

Reina was in a good mood and bent down to say a few words to the homeless man sitting at the intersection.

"I…

The homeless man raised his head and was unable to finish his words, with a confused look on his face as he leaned against the wall behind and froze there.

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