Mystery: The Fool's Witch Angel

Chapter 69 The Unkind Comer (Please recommend)
In the inner area of ​​Kamali Town, at the three-and-a-half-story single-story building with a large courtyard in the middle of the West Street, Mrs. Almiron asked her servants to wait on the first floor below, and went to the second floor by herself. This is where the wives entertained. There is a neat deck of cards on the table, the battle against evil invented by Emperor Roselle.

There are some bones, teeth, and plant specimens on the bookshelves on the wall; there is also a bookshelf full of publications from various countries, some of which have not yet been opened; scattered mechanical parts are piled up on boxes in the corner, and there are some transparent glassware.Almiron saw that no one on the second floor came to the third floor, where there were several rooms arranged for them to rest.

When she was walking in the aisle, she was pulled into the room by a hand, and Salmont, who was wearing a white shirt, kissed her immediately, and took off her priestly clothes on the hollow white gauze seat next to her.

"Why are you Samont, what about Redman and Alter?" Almiron was obviously worried, and she didn't know why it became like this.

"They will come later, let's get busy first."

"Let's forget about it! If Zuolilia finds out, I don't even know how to face her."

"I love you as much as I love Zorilia, and so does she, don't worry."

Salmont didn't know why he was so excited and annoyed by what happened just now, and carried Mrs. Almiron back to bed.It's a pity Mrs. Dermot, she has the best-looking face among these people.

And there was a woman more beautiful than these people, the most beautiful he had ever seen in his life.She can actually make those movements, she must not be simple, maybe she came from there like herself.Thinking of this, he was even more excited, completely ignoring Madame Almiron's entreaties below.

Maybe when my opportunity comes, will God send me help?Since you ruined my good deed, use yourself to repay it, and you must get her.

On Fishmonger Street, a man with a haggard face and low spirits helped another man with his head bowed and staggered into here. He was wearing a tattered brown coat, but the buttons were not buttoned properly. You could see that the white shirt inside was stained with a lot of dust. .They forced their spirits to look around, trying to find a place to hide.

The people around turn a blind eye to them. Such a down and out person can be seen every day, and tomorrow may be himself.The man saw the homeless den by the low mud wall, and quickly helped him into it.An old man stood up inside and hurriedly helped them into the inside.

"Save us."

The man held the old man's hand tightly, the flesh and blood on his body kept protruding and dissipating and gathered in another place, and the body of the other man swelled a little, as if it was about to split open.

"This is your destiny. God guided you to meet me."

The old man hurriedly asked someone to let them in, and then took out a white conch and put it next to their ears, and the frowns of the two gradually eased.They felt the noise outside came to their ears, and then disappeared, as if they had returned to the time when they were most comfortable.

The swearing of the two policemen came here again, the old man didn't pay attention, he put away the conch and sat beside him, all he could do now was wait.

"Why did you let them escape? You also applied for a Level 2 Sealed Artifact, a bunch of trash." The middle-aged man with a vicissitudes of life and a little tired raged at the three people in front of him.

"Director Perek, some accidents happened on the way. They took the residents of Amphenol Street as hostages. Nalio and Dengman had some scruples and let them escape."

"Craig, you took my words on deaf ears and are still upset that your application was rejected."

"Don't dare."

"Go and clean up the rest of your hands."

The three of them left here. Perek sat in a chair and read the new investigation report. Regarding the investigation of Miss Fei Na's background, he opened the first page of the relatively thick investigation report and read it.

On the lawn in the backyard of Gessler's house, Hermione was playing with some visiting ladies. The old Gessler who came back a few days ago thought these new products were good. After chatting with Hermione for a while, he planned to produce some Promote it.Then he took some gameplay and rules from Hermione to discuss with his partners.

Hermione found that old Gessler was often not at home, or he lived in Langeburg, the capital of the Autonomous Principality of Faroes, for business reasons. The town of Kamari was not far from there, and it was about half a day's journey by express carriage.

He guessed that there were quite a few lovers there, and Dermot and Dermot were more like a marriage without emotion. Anyway, he also had an heir, and each maintained a superficial relationship.

Hans had been having too much fun recently, so he didn't pay attention to his homework, so he was sitting on a chair next to the big tree and reciting his homework.Hermione felt that there was nothing more interesting than watching everyone play punishment that she couldn't play, otherwise it would be impossible to use appearance to get past the level.

"Ms. Hermione, your games are very interesting, and this sportswear is designed for men, which is really convenient."

Ortell hit the shuttlecock, which seemed to suit her.A tennis court is being built on the flat ground farther away, which she also thinks is good. It doesn't require much running or jumping.

Here, Hermione watched her play with Mrs. Redman, and taught them some rules and skills.Mrs. Dermot directly kicked the ball with several other visitors on the small ground, more like walking and chatting.Adai was also playing badminton with the girl named Zolilia, but many of them were scrapped due to quality problems and her excessive force.

Mrs. Dermot hooked the ball with her toes and kicked it into the net bag. The shoes on her feet were padded sports shoes made out of anti-corrosion, and she seemed to be able to carry out ordinary sports without any problem.After everyone felt that it was about the same, they all returned to the chairs under the big tree to rest. There were also two tables here, with some drinks and snacks on them.

"Zolilia, next time when your mother is well, remember to bring her to play with her, so that it will be much more comfortable after exercising. Almiron's lack of exercise will cause him to walk unsteadily."

"Thank you for your concern, Aunt Dermot, it will be good for mom to take a rest. This is better than complicated text, I think I will be assimilated by those ancient texts again."

Redman and Alter, who were next to them, wiped off their sweat with a towel, also walked over. They were wearing uniform pink long-sleeved sports suits, and their hair was tied back with a headband.

"Why don't you come to my house to play next time! Everyone take turns to come here again."

"That's a good proposal. I'm already tired of those boring dances and banquets. It's better to have an outdoor sports meeting."

Hermione was wearing an off-white empty peaked cap, her long red hair was tied into a ponytail, she was wearing a gray-blue sportswear, and she had a slender body.Listening to their conversation, thinking of the people outside, I sighed a little.Then came behind Hans and watched him read his homework.

"Sister Hermione, you put me under a lot of pressure."

"I won't make a sound, just pretend I don't exist."

The current appearance reminded Hermione of those old antique cards from more than ten years ago when she used to take computer-based exams at school.I was very unlucky to be stuck on the final submission page for three consecutive times, and then two invigilators accompanied me to finish the fourth time. 'I taught this in class', 'I also focused on explaining this question', 'I didn't expect you to pass the test, but you must have not listened to my class well'.

Hermione didn't expect this feeling to be so comfortable, and the strange anchor knowledge has increased again. As long as it can help her recognize herself, teaching 996 is also worthwhile.

It may be because everyone saw Hermione standing behind Hans watching, and that invisible attraction made everyone present approach here unknowingly.Hans: ε(┬┬﹏┬┬)3
Inside the low mud wall, the old man dragged the little boy to two men lying on the pile of rags. The expressions of the two men were relaxed and there was no pain.The rotten and fishy smell came from the surroundings, and the sea breeze lifted the muddy sand on the ground from time to time.

"Envoy of God, please let them return to suffering and save the world!"

Hearing this, the little boy put his hands on the body of the lying person, slowly closed his eyes, muttered words, and quickly melted his hands into the bodies of the two.In a daze, the little boy stood back beside the old man again, and the people on the ground began to move, propping up their bodies and vomiting violently.

"Brothers, you are welcome back. Just call me Old Tatton."

"Can we talk in another place? Uh..." The man who spoke spat out a mouthful of gastric juice.

Several people came to the back of a dilapidated wooden house, surrounded by simple dwellings made of wooden rags.The two who were rescued by Old Taton still resisted a little, but they still chose here because of their affection.

"Thank you for your help this time. We still have things to leave first. How much do you want?"

"No, no, no, you have already joined our Brothers and Sisters Association, and it is right to help each other."

Old Taton had a smile on his face, and his gaze seemed to be looking at a junior.The person on the opposite side was also a little surprised, and there was such a good thing, the flesh and blood on the face were constantly wriggling, and the skin debris kept falling off.

"In that case, let's take our leave."

After speaking, the fat person spat out the skin flakes on his lips, and left with the people around him.Old Tatton took the boy back behind the low wall, and the two people who had gone away also returned here.

"Hey, what's your name? It's the first time we met, just call me Old Tatton." Old Tatton still looked at the two of them with the gaze of an elder.

The two tore off the exfoliated skin flakes on their faces, and replied indifferently.

"My name is Ellen Hoffman/Daniel Hartman. Long time no see, old Tatton."

(End of this chapter)