‘People here really love fountains and sculptures.’ The Yate Church in front is obviously much larger than the one in Kamari Town, like a heavy book turned over.

"Okay, you go to the police station and turn yourself in. If you ask me where I am, tell me the truth."

Hermione sent the glazed-over coachman away, picked up her suitcase and walked towards the Art Church. There were a lot of steps on the ground, and the carvings had been smoothed away.

When you come outside the gate, you can see the carvings on the walls on both sides under the dim light, and some of the stories that have been told are also on them.

Walking inside, there is a reading area in front as usual, surrounded by rows of neat benches, and a huge Holy Emblem of Knowledge stands right in front.

There are some unknown people in the paintings above, and Saint Christopher is also surrounding the solemn symbol on the brass bookshelf. The winged children and books are scattered around.

"It's about the same size as the churches in Pulitzer. It's truly an elite education."

After speaking, she walked towards the drowsy clergy on duty inside. The people inside also noticed her and stood up unsteadily, looking a little tired.

"Praise the Lord of knowledge. Madam, are you confused about whether you want to receive sermons or confession? Or did you have a tantrum with your family and run away from home? It's too dangerous for you to be alone at night. Do you need to call the police?"

When the young clergy saw Hermione's appearance, beautiful, young and elegant, they probably thought that a child from some family did not accept the future arrangement or was lured away from home.
Chapter completed!