Mystery: The Fool's Witch Angel

Chapter 63 A day at work

"Sister Hermione, do you understand the real giant language?"

"This language has long since disappeared into history. Our current language in the North Continent is a derivative and variant of Giant's language. In a sense, what you speak now is also Giant's language."

That language is not for ordinary people to learn, it is too dangerous.It is better for children to master the main languages ​​of several countries in the Northern Continent before speaking.

"Sister Hermione, when will we learn Dutan?"

"You should master the writing of Ruen, Intis, and Fusac first! There is still a long time ahead, let's learn Ruen first."

Hans in front of him moved around, asking questions, and Hermione couldn't do what her Chinese teacher did to herself when she was a child. After all, her mother was watching. Mrs. Dermot held the book in one hand and rested her face in the other. looked at Hermione quietly.

'Ma'am, you put me under a lot of pressure!I don't even know if I have taught it well. 'Hermione's calm appearance has already boiled with anxiety inside, just like you are reporting on the project, and Party A below is watching quietly, giving you a look of your own experience.

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"Okay, let's go here first. Hans can come to me if you don't remember. I will translate these literally today."

"Ms. Hermione, can I find you too?" Adai, who was about to lean forward to the table, also asked in a low voice.

"Of course, I will work for another two hours in the afternoon, and remember not to be late."

Hermione looked at Mrs. Dermot next to her. She was either looking at herself or reading a book. She had been sitting here for a long time.

"Mrs. Dermot, what do you think?"

"Very well, Hans should have been taken care of by someone long ago, and I will support you. Let's go to dinner first."

Hans, who was still anxious about the difference in words, looked at his mother in confusion. He had always been obedient, why did he say this?
Mrs. Dermot asked Adai to take Hans, and she held Hermione's hand and started chatting about the contents of those books.Hermione, who still wanted to read the great detective Sherlock Moriarty, could only cope and walk together.

"Looking at your behavior, Mr. Hermione, you should also be a nobleman. Whether it's speech, manners, facial expressions, or actions, you have become a habit."

"It used to be, but I don't know if it was not."

"Have you encountered something? It's okay. If you want to talk about it, you can talk to me. I will wait for you."

"I will if I need to, and I'm feeling pretty good right now."

Came to the dining room, and after taking a seat, Mrs. Dermot asked Marylies and others to also eat.Mrs. Dermot saw that the after-dinner dishes were only dessert cheese, and then planned to have a drink with Hermione. Hermione dragged it off until the evening on the grounds that she had to study in the afternoon. It is not good to teach bad children.

The staple food is pasta baked like pizza. Hermione saw that it was sprinkled with ham, cheese, minced barbecue meat, braised pork knuckle with pickled cabbage, a bowl of potato salad, sour goat cheese for dessert, and a glass of red honey. liquor.

"Mrs. Dermot, don't you go to church?"

"No need for now, I think I have found my target."

"That's good. People have to have something to look forward to when they live."

"Do people have a hope in life? It makes sense. Let's taste a honey bar like this tonight!"

"Very happy."

After finishing the meal, Hermione went to the balcony on the first floor outside. The temperature here was a bit high. There was a small round table and two white reclining chairs. The breeze kept blowing over, which made up for the shortcoming of the high temperature.Hermione, who was leaning on the chair, felt a little tired for some reason. Has she become more human recently?
The long white clouds in the sky in the distance were constantly driven up by the sea breeze, and Hermione fell asleep lazily, "This kind of life is pretty good, I never thought that my previous dream would come true here." '

Hermione woke up as if thinking of something she hadn't done yet, a faint fragrance came into her nose, and there was someone lying with her in front of her, fortunately she wasn't afraid of being crushed.

"Mr. Hermione, you woke up. I just saw you resting here. I also read a book here. I don't know why I fell asleep when I was a little sleepy."

"Mrs. Dermot, I'm going to class first, you can continue reading!"

Hermione got up and straightened her clothes, thinking about the study plan she had made for Hans. Mrs. Dermot sat up with a book in front of her, showing a bit of laziness just like Hermione.

"I'm coming too. It's boring to stay anyway, just to supervise Hans."

On the marble fountain square, homeless people hid in the shadows in the corner, and pigeons also flew to the shady place next to the church, giving no chance to redeem others.

Father Gerhardt was in the church together with Salmont and Sekman. Sekman Alphonse was nearly 1.8 meters tall, with brown-black hair, and looked a little thin. He had three-dimensional features and was about the same age as Salmont. His eyes looked devoutly at the Holy Emblem of Knowledge.

"Teacher, is the investigation team coming back?"

"It's almost today. After all, such a big thing happened, we all realized it later. This is our responsibility."

"I will go to the village of Maggiore to preach and rebuild. Teacher, Samante, you don't have to worry too much."

"Trouble you, Alphonse, you can tell me what medicine you need, and I will fully support you."

Salmont also heaved a sigh of relief. Although he could shirk most of the responsibility on the grounds that the island's environment was closed, he knew that his teacher, Gerhard Fan Jie, would not do so.Alphonse took the initiative to ask Ying to go to the front to support it, and no one could have predicted such an accident.

At this time, two ordinary men walked in at the church door. The taller man was neatly dressed, with brown-black hair, and his silk coat, which was not too thick, was buttoned up neatly. He had the temperament of a scholar, and looked like a college student.

The other man took off his coat due to the high temperature of the air. Inside he was a blue and white striped shirt and overalls trousers. He had black hair and a common appearance in the local area.

"Master Gerhardt, we want to know something."

"You are back, please follow me."

Father Gerhardt led the two to the back. Due to the level issue, Salmont and Sekman were not enough to listen to the conversation inside.

"I guess nothing can be solved this time. The ocean is so big, where can I find that ghost ship. I didn't expect the legend of the treasure to be true."

Salmont and Alphonse waited and chatted beside the bookshelves. There was a lot of dust on the ground, which was cleaned up in the morning.

"This is a disaster for the villagers after all, they have suffered a disaster without reason."

"The ghost took the things and compensated the rest of the villagers for the loss. This is much better than the administrator, but it's a pity that they didn't know what happened inside. Alphonse, remember to ask what happened when you go to the island."

"I will go to find out what happened. It is estimated that these things have also spread in the small town, but who will take it seriously? They all think that an evil storm has descended."

"The evil storm will not give compensation to the villagers. Alphonse has worked hard on you during this time. This is a new potion I have researched. It may keep your spirits up after a night."

Samante took out a few tubes of green medicine and handed them to Sekman, showing his eyes that you understand. Sekman obviously didn't notice, and sincerely thanked Samante.

"Thank you Samont, with it I am sure the Maggiore issue will be dealt with soon, knowledge is with you and me."

Outside the door, Mrs. Alter walked in with another well-dressed mature woman, followed by a girl who looked somewhat similar to the mature woman.Salmont showed a smiling face, and hurriedly received the believers who were confused and needed comfort.

Alphonse couldn't help but feel a little relieved when he saw the smiling believers coming to the church. He had to work hard to deal with the island's affairs, so he unconsciously clenched the potion in his hand.

In the shadow next to the fountain square, the half-squatting homeless man took out the white conch in his arms with his dark palms, trying to spend this difficult afternoon.Just when it was about to stick to the ear, the withered arm fell down and snatched the conch away.

"Why did you rob me... It's you."

The tramp raised his head and saw the old man who looked like a wild man in front of him.

"Follow me, I have a nice voice to share with you, and you won't hear it here in the future."

After the two finished talking, they took a few people and left here, except for those who were still looking at the pigeons in the shadows.

　Thanks for the monthly ticket cast by the forest that used to have you
　　
　
(End of this chapter)