At that time, when I was young, I was still willful and ignorant, and just wanted to have fun. Now I understand that their overt and covert fights have already changed things.

The acquisition of his disaster trait had something to do with the fight between them, but the most important thing was his sister's intervention, which allowed him to successfully take him away.

But sister, where are you? I read your honorable name but there was no response, and the messenger I used could not be summoned. Its mark has long since disappeared and truly died in the spiritual world.

I can't remember some things, and forgetting is sometimes a kind of torture.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Immersed in her own thoughts, Hermione and Brandt, who was also quiet and silent, walked back to the area inside the town, leaving the muddy grass road and returning to the brick and stone streets.

Inside the small frame surrounded by bricks and stones outside the house are golden camellias that bloom in late autumn. The bright yellow petals begin to fade and turn into dark yellow and orange. The smaller flower trays are filled with crocuses, spider plants and the like.

Hermione walked over and picked one each. Can this summon her sister? She liked the fragrance of crocus and the dazzling brilliance of golden camellia, and further liked the essential oils and spiritual powders made from them.

Do the things in front of you first. Thinking about things you can't do all day long is of no use except adding trouble to yourself.

Taking the flowers, the two returned to the Garcia Church. When they entered the door, they saw a man kneeling in front of the Holy Emblem of Knowledge, bowing his head in repentance.

He is a little stout, middle-aged and has some white hair, and is of medium height. He is the Ren who was thrown to the farm last night.

He was dressed in plain dark clothes, with streaks of purple on his face, neck, and hands, and his bald hair was combed back.

"O Lord of knowledge! Existence of wisdom, I confess my sins, please protect this reformed person...

Ren was mumbling more out of fear. Hermione found that he still lacked some necessary sincerity, and those who came to pray just took it as a joke.

Before Father Brandt could open his mouth, Ren hugged him as he walked up here and shed tears of pain, just like a wronged child coming back to seek comfort from his family.

"I confess, Father Brandet, I want to listen to your teachings, listen to the sermons of knowledge and wisdom, and I apologize and make amends to Alyssa."

He burst into tears and kept sniffling. He also wanted to kneel down and hug Hermione.
Chapter completed!