Mystery: The Fool's Witch Angel

Chapter 27 Celebrations and Dark Places (Please recommend tickets!)
Under the night, Pulitzer was brightly lit, and the faint red light of the crimson crescent moon covered the stars and stars. Hermione sat on the sofa and watched the Pulitzer Harbor Times.

Except for the official statement "The Possibility of Connecting Inland Waterway Shipping between Pulitzer Harbor and Intersea Ports", the others are trivial matters, such as a certain explorer digging up the treasures of the Balam Empire in the Southern Continent. This is not a pit person!How could Death's things be so easy to get;
XX company recruits employees to develop the southern continent with high salaries. Wealth and beautiful women are waiting for you, but death and slavery are almost the same.

Hermione turned to the third page, which finally contained news from the region. It seems that the newspaper industry is the same everywhere, and unscrupulous media people do not respect borders.Most of them are reports on the public welfare undertakings of some churches, and there are also some economic analysis articles.

A small box below also reported that a homicide occurred in a certain house in the northwest urban area. The deceased was a businessman who was planning to promote bicycles for civilians, and his blood was drained to death.

Hermione closed it, the TV is more convenient, just listen to it directly.There are too many perverts in this place, and it's still a little shocking to see how strange cases are handled.

Glore lay weakly on the sofa holding a color-printed Adventurer's Weekly. Hermione felt that there should be other people here too. The layout and title were very similar to the magazines she had seen before.

The cover says the land left behind by the God of War, a large area of ​​orange light covers a lake, and a crimson moon hangs in the distance. up.

Hermione pulled Glore over and opened Rua, stroked the smooth dark blond hair, and pinched her fair face, making Hermione couldn't put it down.

"Everyone doesn't love me anymore, Dad, when will you come back?" Glore buried his face in Hermione's arms, and when he came back, his mother, Mrs. Vopel, saw that he had no image and was educated again. Everyone feels bad.

Aga, the maid who took care of Diego, saw her like this and reminded, "Miss Glore, if you are seen by Madam, you will be blamed."

Diego was teaching Elisa Yvonne homework in the room in the hallway at this time, probably because he was a little angry after visiting the previous place, or he was sympathetic to the same experience as himself.

"Aga, you don't have to worry about it, just let me do this, anyway, everyone doesn't love me anymore." The eyes with green pupils began to moisten, and Hermione was about to laugh when she saw the upper body of Glore in her arms.

"Glore, what did I just say?" Mrs. Vaupel came into the living room in a long blue dress, holding a piece of yellow lace paper in her hand, and her dark blonde hair was pulled back.

"Understood, Mom." Glore sat up obediently, no longer lying across Hermione's arms.

Mrs. Vaupel sat down on the sofa and told everyone what was on the paper.

"It's autumn now, and the horse race day celebration is coming. Everyone will go to participate, and we are also preparing. The organizer gave us a good viewing position."

"Mom, can I go? I can ride a horse."

"Glor, you know that riding a horse is a very dangerous thing, what to do if you fall off, what to do if the horse goes crazy, and..."

"Then let's talk about it when Dad comes back!"

"It won't work even if Dad comes back."

Glore buried his head in Hermione's arms again, and it was the first time Hermione had heard of it, probably because of the blank time when he was not around later!It is normal for festivals to change as times change.

However, according to memory, people in this world have very few entertainment activities. These rare celebrations are just for everyone to release, so they have been passed down.

"For the race on the horse race day, I heard that there are outstanding noble young masters from all over the place. Unfortunately, I could only stand very far away and couldn't see the track." Ajia said a little enviously at the right time.

Hermione touched Glore and joked, "If you're not obedient, let Mrs. Vaupel choose one of them for you to marry."

"Although I'm still young, you can't fool me."

"This can indeed be considered, and Glore is not too young." Vopel said solemnly.Glore jumped up and sat back in Wopper's arms to act like a baby. Everyone laughed when they saw this.

At this time, outside a certain house in the urban area, Sylvia and Karen were standing in the shadows. Among the side-by-side houses, only the lights here were relatively dim, which happened to provide them with convenience.

"Let this start on your own, and I'll give you tips, but no more help."

"Of course, I'll take care of it myself."

"Very well, you are quite worthy of training. If you can complete your revenge, I may recommend you to join my secret organization."

Sylvia disappeared into the shadows, and Karen sneaked into the house along the darkness.

In the suburban villages, there are many pedestrians at the crossroads, some are returning from get off work, and some are gathered by hawkers who set up stalls next to them, making the road a bit congested.The nearby tavern and hotel was already full of people. Fatty Weilang occupied one side of the table near the road. Next to him were two middle-aged men with curly hair and a messy beard and a younger one, drinking together. Beer without booze.

"I said, Weilang, why don't you rush in, it's just a woman, next time when the man is not around, just rush in, and we will help you hold the village chief and his brothers."

"Yeah, that punch made me hurt for several days. That guy struck so hard, I have to teach them a lesson."

"When they first arrived, they had so many large and small boxes. There must be a lot of valuable things. After they got their hands, everyone would share them equally and hide for a while. What can an outsider say?"

"That woman is a rare beauty! It can be compared with the noble ladies and young ladies in the city. I saw such beautiful ones at the Red Theater last time, but it's a pity that those are only enjoyed by the gentlemen."

"I think Fina on the opposite side is very suitable for you." One of them pointed to the strong woman who sold bread and pies at the opposite side. She had an ordinary appearance, her apron was stained with oil, and her arms were strong and muscular.

"Fina! I'm afraid I'll be crushed to death by her arm, so I'll let you do it." The man said drunkenly.Laughter rang out all around.

"You cowards, I have been yelling at the door for so long, and you actually hid behind to watch the show. After so long, my little pets probably died inside."

"Weilang, it's wrong for you to say that, the village chief and his brothers are all watching! You are not afraid, we are!"

"Those little green little ghosts, you can just catch a few more and raise them."

"You think you can catch them if you want, damn it, I will make them pay the price."

The fat on Weilang's face was crowded together, extremely vicious.Thinking of this, my heart ached. Those little ghosts were left behind by my father, and I didn't know how my father got them. After my father left one night more than ten years ago, he hasn't come back until now.Few people know it, and only the few accomplices in front of them know it.

Originally, I wanted to find out if the outsider had any valuables, or to get an unexpected harvest, but after entering the forest, there was no news.You have to find an opportunity to go in, so you can't lose such a useful little ghost in vain.

Aloysius kept shuttling through the woods behind, and several small things wrapped around his body were attacking him. He raised his hand to shoot off the flying bows and arrows, and quickly led them to the trap area.

Looking at the burning pit in front of him, the traps and magic set by himself and his wife accidentally caught several extinct special and extraordinary creatures—forest dolls, as high as human knees, green or gray-brown all over, with dry skin like bark, Devilish facial features.

According to the diary records I saw in the Lunburg Library, some ancient and isolated tribes in the southern continent would make dead babies into mummies, and then use their unique rituals to ask the power of the gods to bring the doll back to life.

Looking at the few flocculent crystals in his hand, Aloysius fell into deep thought, "That Weilang is very suspicious, but he is just a relatively strong normal person; or these things have been living in the forest. 'Either way, be careful.

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