Mystery: The Fool's Witch Angel

Chapter 55 A Little Wish (Please recommend a ticket)

"Hurry up and tell me! If I can't do it, I can't help it. I have suffered in this life, and I will be tortured by you after death." Hong felt that if she had tears, she could make Hermione wet.

"As expected of my good friend."

Hermione briefly shared her thoughts with Hong, prayed to the Fool instead of herself, and got stuck with a bug through a contract.

"If one day I die, you must be involved. Remember to come and accompany me."

"Aren't you already dead now? It's okay. The Lord is very merciful. He is the ruler of the spiritual world. You won't be afraid of other people in the spiritual world in the future."

Hermione quickly arranged the candles and lit them. While looking at Hermione with hatred, Hong read out in ancient Hermetic language according to the notes on the paper.

Fools out of this age

The Mysterious Lord Above the Mist

The Yellow and Black King of Good Luck

.........

Your devout Hermione Evanna Sauron begs for your help

I pray that you will guide the direction of the lost
After Hong finished reading, the atmosphere in the room changed rapidly.The gray mist flashed by, and the consciousness of Hermione and Hong came to the spirit world. The consciousness continued to rise, and an ancient castle could be vaguely seen.Hong kept trembling, terrified to the extreme.Hermione trembled unconsciously, she could feel that the great being had watched her, and her eyes penetrated the whole person.

The gray mist drifted away, and Hermione and Hong were still in the room. It seemed that this prayer should be considered a success, and now it was time for the Fool to reply to his lost little lamb.

"I really hope that one day you will die, come to the spirit world to be my neighbor, and live a stable life like this. Then I don't have to worry about what you will ask me to come out every day. You still like to die like before."

"My lord has noticed you too, don't you think it's all right?"

Hermione blinked at Hong, trying to get away.

"I'll get wet first. In the future, don't come to me except for sending letters. If you are peeping, go peeping yourself."

The ghostly figure of Hong disappeared, and the room returned to calm.Hermione remembered something. After being with Hong for so long, she didn't know what she went through before she became like this. Her mouth was sewn up, and her resentment was deep. She didn't say anything after asking several times before, and she didn't ask again afterward. .

Also, I should change my esteemed name. Hermione thought that it would be convenient to have these when she recovered. Perhaps with the help of the Fool, she could recover tomorrow morning.

"The Scarlet Witch from the Sauron family, the forerunner of disasters and calamities, the seeker of ancient customs, Hermione Evanna Sauron who loves the unknown."

This is the old one, it can be changed a little bit.Hermione thought about it, and finally changed it to: the Scarlet Witch from the Sauron family; the forerunner of disaster and disaster; the dedicated guardian of Pritz Harbor; Hermione Evanna Sauron who loves to travel.

After Hermione finished, she rolled on the bed, and she couldn't wait to pretend to be aggressive. What would happen if everyone in Pulitzer saw her appearing at the door tomorrow?Definitely hug yourself with excitement.

The night outside the window was calm, and the surroundings were shrouded in gray mist. Hermione rubbed her newly opened eyes, and found that there was a lamp on the table, and some of the novels and comics she bought were there.The table was against the wall, and she came here quickly and found a piece of letter paper that she used to go to school on the table.

Hermione sat down and started to read. She found that the writing on it was in Chinese, as if it had been typed out.Her hands unconsciously clenched the paper. Isn't this the bedroom she lived in before she came to another world?The surrounding places that are not covered by gray fog are so familiar and nostalgic.

There were a few ideological and political education books next to the desk lamp, and Hermione couldn't stop crying and splashed on the paper. The gray mist around her blocked her sight of exploring, so she could only confine herself to this small area.Her appearance in the mirror overlapped with that of Hermione Evanna, and she looked like herself.

"Hello! Traveler from another world, I'm sorry that I don't have much energy to help you now. I can help you erase the brand on your body, but you will return to the cold and ruthless Hermione who only drives disasters." Evanna Soren. Would you like to be yourself again?
"Most of your anchors are traces of exploration and some legends left over from the past, pointing to that strange self. The imprint in your body can balance your divinity, which is not a bad thing for you. Your later soul The body is too fragile, forcibly recovering it will only make it an insignificant memory, are you willing to lose it?
"Some things are cruel, you are not ready now, I will tell you when you recover! Continue on your journey! Get your own identity, enrich your humanity, maintain yourself, and fate will guide you. , please don't forget your original self.

Signed: The Fool"

Hermione quickly extracted a lot of information from the letter, her tears became more and more unstoppable, and wet most of the paper, she didn't dare to think about it anymore, it was too cruel to herself!He put down the paper and fell on the bed, covering himself with the quilt and crying loudly.

In the early morning, there was a knock on the door, and Hermione woke up from the simple single bed. She was depressed and her eyes were red. Unexpectedly, her real self could not even shed tears.

After a brief tidying up of her attire, she changed into a newly bought light taupe plaid long coat, an off-white knitted round-neck sweater inside, and a dark gray high-waisted dress. Hermione put on a black gauze hat to cover herself Seriously.

When I opened the door, I saw Bonnie standing at the door with a suitcase. She looked in good spirits, wearing a men's linen suit. Tobias, Les, and Dodge who closed the door next to her also greeted Hermione.

"Ancestor, do you have something on your mind? You see that you haven't buttoned your buttons properly and your clothes are not flattened properly. If you let the pile of old antiques at home who are obsessed with etiquette see it, you will definitely be taught a lesson. That's not right, you just teach them a lesson. almost."

Bonnie tidied Hermione up, smoothing out the creases in her dress.

"Let's go! It won't be good if you miss the time later."

Hermione suppressed her thoughts and asked everyone to eat something and go to the pier quickly, otherwise it would be a waste of a few days.

On the pier, a medium-sized passenger ship had already docked. Many people got on and off, and many laborers were carrying luggage. Hermione, Bonnie and others stood not far away to say goodbye to each other.

"This is my messenger, bear with me when you summon her, she has a bad temper, or give her a few drops of high-grade red rose essential oil."

Several people looked at the lines of letters above, especially the last sentence, and almost couldn't help it.

"The ancestor is worthy of you."

"And my honorable name, maybe one day when I recover, I will reply after you read it. My favorite materials are camellia, red rose, and goat's milk jelly. Don't misplace it."

"We'll remember."

"Goodbye, Patriarch/Ms. Hermione."

"Goodbye."

Hermione waved to them and watched them go.Finally, this little episode is over, and the next step is my own business.She was walking aimlessly on the way back, the dream was very clear last night, can the gods speak Chinese?Tell me when I recover, is that really the case?Is there still some hope?

She didn't dare to think about that in her heart, but the thinking analysis brought by the potion kept telling her that maybe this was the truth.

On the streets of the small town in the morning, the carriages pulled fresh sea fish and drove quickly to various small towns and Lange Fort, and stalls were also set up on both sides for pedestrians to rest and fill their stomachs.Two local policemen imitating the uniforms of the Loen policemen were collecting protection fees from street vendors everywhere. People felt helpless and hated, and could only spit at their backs.

Hermione, who was in a mess, walked inside them, and the noisy surroundings were so quiet.The policeman who was about to go to the next family also looked sideways curiously, wanting to see which family's daughter was about to run away from home again, and they could get a lot of thank you gifts if they sent them back.

"Madam, you must be very distressed! Come and listen to God's voice, God's confession, and feel God's comfort!
"In this way, there will be no more troubles and sufferings in time, only God and His happy people.

"What a wonderful divine voice this is!
An old man with gray hair, skinny bones, and a stooped back was talking to Hermione with a conch the size of his palm.His hair and beard were stuck in strips of dirt, and he was wearing a jacket with only outline cloth straps and half-torn trousers. His whole body was black and foul-smelling.There are only one or two yellow teeth left in the mouth, and the speech is not too fast, looking for the melancholy Hermione.

"Old Tatton, if you talk nonsense like this again, you will be put on the stake for trial later."

"Go away now, don't affect normal people."

Two policemen drove the old man to the nearby grassland, where a half-destroyed earth wall stood, and many ragged people squatted there, motionless. Not far away was a garbage dump where nearby vendors discarded garbage.

Old Taton jumped back there, one foot obviously couldn't bend anymore, he put the conch shell to his ear and suddenly went mad, fell to the ground and twitched continuously.The people squatting beside saw the conch in Old Tatton's hand and quickly took it over. Not long after, there was another person who fell to the ground and twitched excitedly.

The two policemen were not surprised by this, they turned a blind eye and closed their eyes, as long as they didn't make trouble, they were confined there and let them fend for themselves.

(End of this chapter)