Mystery: The Fool's Witch Angel

Hermione, who was following behind, did not follow Reiner immediately. She closed her eyes and felt the changes around the homeless man. It seemed that he died of natural causes without any traces.

People passing by ignored the man leaning to the side. The cells in his body quickly lost activity, and eventually the whole person became stiff.

Hermione was not interested in watching this process, and continued to follow Reina after learning that there seemed to be a strange connection.

Is this person who looks very ordinary and not even an extraordinary person collecting the cause and effect behind the existence?Price paid?

"Bibbabu, good morning. Are you going to transport herbs again today?"

"Rena, you are still the same. Why don't you come here to help me."

"May your Lord protect you and help you sell well soon."

After shaking Bibabu's hand as he passed by, Reina looked around, seemingly confused about what he had discovered, and watched his friend's carriage leave before continuing on the road.

'Has your intuition improved as well?They are just ordinary members below. 'That Bibabu seems to have lost something, is it his life?If there is a high sequence of destiny pathways, you should be able to see it.

"This counts as the interest you paid me. I can get the principal back slowly in the future."

Reiner shook his head, and the movement of his mouth made Hermione read what he wanted to express.It seemed like he was really going to do something big.

The scope of the walk did not stray too far from the Yildi River area. He was able to greet many people along the way, and a few people lost something.

The emotion on his face gradually became a little excited. Reina, who couldn't hide the expression on his face, quickened his pace, walked past the old street shop and turned into the alley next to it.

After opening the small door filled with wooden frames and going straight in, his exposed skin had bulging blood vessels and his entire face was deformed.

The change at the moment of entering was also seen by Hermione. Was it the all-too-familiar pollution, the gaze from above?

Is it another kind of power inheritance from a hidden existence?It seems to be similar to what I encountered in the south of Masi.

The room on the second floor has a blocked window and a small candlelight in front of the table, which makes it feel isolated from the world.

Hermione ignored the unpleasant smell and continued to observe Reina, who was being supported and comforted by several people. After a while, he stood up straight and laughed.

"I can't help but go find them tonight, and praise the Lord who is above all, we will dedicate this place to you."

"Now is indeed an opportunity. The bosses will come soon. Those lackeys will go to Alagoas to fight to the death. We must pay the price."

The person sitting at the table writing by candlelight turned around. His young face was a little pale and his emotions were not aroused.

"Don't forget there is the Tillings family. They are hiding in the shadows and they are always trying to drive us out."

"Boss Eneko scared those guys away last time. These cowards don't even have the courage to resist outsiders and are not afraid of them coming again."

Hermione on the other side laughed a few times in her heart, and it's not like you were the one to stand in front of her, anyone would say sarcastic remarks.

It seems that there is a certain probability that this group of people are fishing for Tillings, and what he sees now is just a weak bait.

"I hope you can stop them next time and don't let them run away again."

The people sitting at the table continued to write their own things and did not participate anymore.

"Berneteau, have you finished selecting your area? How are we going to arrange it?" Reina leaned over to read what the person sitting on the table had written.

“The choice has been made, let’s let areas such as Yildi River Middle District 2, West District 4, and South District 8 contribute first.”

"Let's prepare now." "If it doesn't work, wait until next time. Don't delay what you are doing now."

After watching several people inside leave from one side, Beneteau turned back with a sneer on his lips.

Hermione marked this place and walked down the wooden stairs on one side. The store employee holding the bag leaned the things against the wall and walked down faster.

"When did someone go up there?" With doubts, he disappeared into the stacked shelves.

There was a low voice of prayer coming from the partition wall at the corner, and then there was some beating sound after it disappeared.

The mysterious connection from before was felt again.The flickering light fell, like seeds rooted here spreading their roots around.

The already messy prayer scene was filled with people kneeling in a circle. They all had their hands folded and faced upwards, their eyes closed, their faces pious, and the corners of their mouths raised with a satisfied smile.

The extinguished candle wick emits invisible white smoke, and the prepared sacrificial materials have dissipated into powder.

Hermione, who kept a certain distance, stared at the circle of dead people. The parts of them that were stuck together began to merge, their hair fell off, and their appearance became a little different, as if they were slowly losing focus and far away from reality.

"Is this dedication? Burning yourself, these are people who have no choice!"

Hermione wiped the reflective glass hanging on the wall and left.Let's wait until the Tillings get down to business.

It seems that both sides want to kill each other. I don't know who will win in the future. I should be able to see it until the end.

Although Loen has left a demigod governor behind, the elite team below is the backbone of public security, and the church does not have many manpower. It seems that this matter is intended to break out.

The tracked Reina went to the next location, relying on the mark left on him.Hermione came back behind them.

"May the Lord grant you strength beyond all, Reiner."

The aisles here are narrow and old. From time to time, several people nearby would talk to this group of people, and they would give endless encouragement while losing a part of their belongings.

"We'll get back to where we were before."

At the chosen place, Hermione saw the previous scene again, which should be the precursor to a large-scale ritual magic.

Just to hunt the Tillins?Or to take revenge on the Loen colonists?Or is someone about to be promoted?

The promotion path of believers of these special secret existences is different from that of the local ones. They need to please the existence above them, so it is reasonable to use these as sacrifices.

Along the way, she also saw a few people who were behaving strangely and didn't know which side they were spies from. Maybe she could give them some guidance.It's better to be chaotic.

After being told that they were going to stay here for the night, Graf and Angelica packed their things and sat on the half-open balcony outside. Some people who didn't know what to say waited in silence.

Graf is not good at communicating with others, while Angelica is afraid that if she says the wrong thing, she will be angry with these people with magical abilities, and she will never be able to go back.

Just when the two were thinking about how to break the awkwardness, there was a knock on the door.Graf, who had his own reflexes, was beaten first by Angelica.

"I'll go."

The door opened, and the unfamiliar local man took off his hat and held it in front of him, looking past the door frame and entering inside.

“Praise be to the Lord who transcends all, brothers and sisters, it’s time to make your offering.”