On the beach of the coastal village, Old Tatton and his 'son' dragged up the small boat that had gone out to sea, put down the repaired boat patches as if they were feeling something, and went to the shore under the trees that separated the village and the beach.
Coconut trees and windproof fine-leafed trees form a large shadow here, which is where villagers usually rest and work. An ordinary woman sat there, and the tool for repairing the fishing net in her hand stopped, as if standing still.
Seeing the old man coming in front of him, he raised his head and looked at him with a smile. His eyes were a little dull, like an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time. Old Taton relied on that feeling to guess who the person in front of him was, and his heart was a little ups and downs.
"Traitor, I didn't expect that you would dare to come in front of me. Come back, it will just make up for what Schiller was missing before."
After he finished speaking, the surrounding trees and scenes became twisted and squeezed together, and the place where he stood was not affected. A confused voice filled here, passing through the space like wrinkled paper and reaching the ears of such an ordinary woman.
On the other side, her dull eyes were a little blurry and she got up and walked towards the old man.
"Can you represent God? We just have different dogmas, so you are the traitor. Since I dare to appear in front of you, of course I have to be prepared. After all, I promised someone else."
After the woman finished speaking, her body exploded, and the scattered flesh and blood wrapped around the shadow solidified on the ground, turning into a half-illusory, half-realistic flesh and blood net covering the wrinkled space.
A transparent liquid emitting white light flows on the red squirming surface. Ripples appear on the surface, and beautiful notes come from inside, filling the space.
Old Taton lowered his head to resist the seductive voice. From time to time, several small openings opened in his body and blood flowed out. The white ripples around him turned into a light curtain, resisting for him the things that had tightened the space of the film like tying up Rouyuan's objects.
The big web of flesh and blood. The big web of flesh and blood trembled, and the frantic sound replaced the original temptation, trying to swallow this place whole.
"Are you crazy? This will attract the thugs of those false gods. What good will it do to you?"
"As long as it's bad for you, you didn't consider this when you sacrificed us." The voice came from all directions and swept towards Old Taton in the middle, and the barrier was about to be broken.
Just when the flesh and blood web was about to completely swallow up this place, a comforting voice came, and Old Taton, who was about to be tied up, breathed a sigh of relief.
Those notes full of beauty, rage, tranquility, mania... smoothed the wrinkled space, thick ancient whispers appeared in the ears, and the land under the feet turned into layers of gray and black quicksand, with different sizes of light on top.
Dots, red, yellow, blue, white..., as if you are standing in front of a huge black screen and looking up at the stars at close range.
"Blessed Schiller? I think it's more appropriate to call him cursed."
The big web of flesh and blood dissipated inside, leaving behind the last words. The picture suddenly shattered, and the pool of blood in front of Old Taton jumped up from the ground and covered him.
The remaining blood stains in the air seemed to have been hit by an invisible object, spilling onto the surrounding rotten wooden piles and melting into the ground. Old Taton left here with lingering fear. Behind him, his 'son' and a little boy were watching him.
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The surrounding trees and objects have long since rotted away, forming a small irregular area. The originally yellow-white beach has also turned gray and black, and the leaves blown here by the wind have turned into powder in the air.
"Father, where should we go now."
"Stay here and take care of her later."
After speaking, Old Taton quickly eliminated his traces and left here to return to the sea. Everyone present died immediately. Fortunately, there are not many people now. As long as a few come to mend the fishing nets, they should be able to get through.
On the boat, Old Taton became confused about the other party's words and purpose. She would also leave traces when she came here. This would be of no benefit to anyone. What was there to do?
"Ellen is spreading the fishing net and checking to see if your brother Daniel is fishing in the nearby waters. I'll take a rest and take care of Schiller."
"Understood, father."
After Old Tatton finished speaking, he covered himself with the canvas. Ellen then spread out the somewhat damaged fishing net and started rowing on the sea. Schiller, who was somewhat silent, also sat in the shadow of the canvas and watched everything.
After returning to the manor, Hermione went directly to her room, looked at the mirror in front of her and took out a few strands of Lucy's hair. They quickly turned into ashes and merged into the mirror, similar to the rippling appearance of lake water.
"Is there an organization behind Lucy similar to Ming Shu? I want to know something about her."
Scenes flashed across the mirror quickly, some were glamorous, some were abject and impoverished... People of all kinds were shuttled among them, haunting high-end clubs or small, but clean, small houses.
In the end, a very thin girl with yellow hair was picked up from the straw by two rough men and thrown into a carriage. There were several children in the same situation inside. Their dark faces could not tell the difference between male and female.
In the end, Hermione couldn't bear to take a look at Lucy's past. There was no use except sighing. It seemed that she really didn't hide and deny her past.
"Is Ines in there too?"
A white mist appeared in the mirror, and there was no information. Hermione, holding on to some luck, changed the question. The connection here had almost nothing to do with the medium, so asking was in vain. You can't do divination in the air.
"How to find them in the Autonomous Principality of Faroe? I need information about the contact person behind Lucy. Who should I contact?"
This was clear enough. She didn't believe that Lucy had never been in contact with, spoken to, or seen. Hermione then wrote down the information provided in it, and they would look for it together when they went to Langeburg to find the Blue Star Brotherhood later.
This guy named Tony Jonas.
After finishing it, Hermione, who probably looked at Lucy passing by, leaned on the table with some emotion. "It's all hard work before and after!" A picture quickly appeared in the mirror in her hand. The man and woman in it were a little older, and their faces were obviously different from now.
The people were different. Then they transformed into two heroic and heroic women with red hair, carrying a sense of arrogance.
"I don't know how you are doing, but I will try my best." Then the mirror flipped over to the table and disappeared.
When we came to the floor-to-ceiling balcony with wind chimes outside, the distant sea horizon was covered by dark clouds, the orange-red afterglow of the sun was compressed to one side, and the sea breeze with the smell of water vapor made the wind chimes ring with disorderly sounds.
"This is not a good time. The ripe fruit is about to suffer."
"I hope it won't rain for so long, so we can buy more raw materials and preserve them."
Hermione chatted with Dermot who appeared behind her. It was now the harvest season for late autumn fruits such as apples and grapes.
