Palina hugged Hermione's arm tightly, almost hanging on it, and wanted to pull away the hand holding the mirror.
"Boss Austin, you really don't force me, don't curse me into a toad! Don't lock me in a dark secret room, don't lock me in a high tower full of thorns."
"If I wanted to kill you, you would have disappeared long ago, and there would be less inner drama. Only I have the leisure to chat with you. You should cherish it."
It is indeed difficult to suddenly change other people's beliefs, and there is nothing life-or-death related. However, this does not prevent several people from believing in each other at the same time. For example, if you respect the faith in the Righteous God on the surface, you should not delay your devotion to the Fool in your heart. Then Hermione asked Palina
I reluctantly accepted this concept.
"Let's wait until something happens to you. Remember to work harder for me tomorrow. I will watch from the stage."
"I understand, eldest sister, I will give 200% of my concentration."
Palina blinked to show off, and found that Hermione had disappeared and was sitting on the bed. She came and went without a trace every time, and even scared herself a few times. It would be best if she were a man.
Okay, marry yourself, believe in whatever you say, and protect yourself when in danger.
"Why a woman! Where are you, my future husband?"
After lying on the bed, Palina found that there was no smell at all where Hermione had been lying, and even the folds of the sheets had not changed. When she rubbed her back, she smelled a faint fragrance, but now there was indeed nothing.
.
Hermione, who was stuck in time and returned to the study, continued her work of teaching and educating people. The little girl Emma basically adapted to the life here except that she didn't like to talk. Hermione also tried her best to teach her to respect the hostess Dermot, and the rest was
It depends on your own understanding.
"Teacher Hermione, Tomorrow the Berglit City team and the Swansea Castle team will also appear here. Do you want to go up and say a few words? I have already conveyed your tactical concept to them. I hope that Geisler will
This time they don’t want to fight like last time.”
When Dermot saw Hermione coming in, he reminded him that he couldn't find her in the manor for some reason. Old Geisler asked him to tell her when he saw her.
"Of course I have to say a few words. After all, I am also the initiator. How can I be left out?"
"Then remember to prepare what you want to say."
"I plan to talk about the original intention of inventing this sport, so that everyone can have an activity to relax their body and mind in their spare time."
"It's better to be prepared, otherwise it won't look good if you make a fool of yourself. It would be too embarrassing to hesitate for a long time without being able to say a word."
"Madam, please don't put you in my situation and don't think nonsense."
These days, Hermione found that football was promoted the fastest. You can play it if you have feet, and the requirements for the ball are not high. It also has the nickname of Marple Sports. Compared with other tennis, which requires a court, it can only be played in ladies.
From time to time, you have to buy at least a racket and ball for badminton. Nowadays, the ball is handmade, so it is difficult to promote it if the cost is low.
In order to regain her strength and become an anchor of stability, Hermione felt that she still had a long way to go to be bound to these people. If one day she could create a Northern Continent League, she wouldn't have to worry, and she might still be able to become a
In best condition.
With the sun shining outside, the town of Kamari has returned to its former tranquility. What is different from usual is that there are more children playing football on the street, and there is another entertainment activity that can kill time and add fun.
Above the coastal village, Old Tatton returned with a fishing net. Fortunately, he made a decisive decision last time and mixed the breath of the flute girl into the two contaminated official investigators, relying on the little boy Schiller to escape the disaster.
In this way, even if they are chasing after the flute girl and the active decay, they will not come back here unless they are willing to throw themselves into a trap, so that they can continue their plans.
He has been waiting for a very long time, time and time again, but he did not expect that Hu Bo, the secret he had tried every possible means to develop, would be detonated in the middle of the process, causing the prepared ritual believers to almost lose all. If he had known that person
Whoever it is, he will definitely take revenge at all costs.
'Divine power, I have longed for you for so long, I hope you will succeed this time. Dear voice of God, may you always protect your devout believers.'
"It's just one step away. I'm not willing to give in. I will definitely see it until the end. Schiller, you will definitely help grandpa." Old Taton's expression changed rapidly, and finally returned to his normal appearance, dragging the net like an ordinary fisherman.
In front of the flat, mirror-like sandy area, there were many people posting online. Old Tatton was once again grateful that he had made the decision, otherwise he would have been erased now.
"Taton, I need your two sons to help me. My children are still at sea and have not returned. I can't capsize the fishing boat."
"Wait a moment, I'll be here in a minute. Rufus, you're getting older now, so you don't have to worry about all this anymore. It's time to take good care of yourself."
"The hard work I am accustomed to can never stop. Maybe this is the only way to prove that I am alive."
"You should be more careful and don't do heavy work."
"Taton, aren't you still dragging the fishing net?"
"Yes, this is how you live."
Old Tatton held the fishing net and walked away with somewhat stiff legs, her back a little stooped. Rufu continued to mend the fishing net she was always repairing.
In the third-floor attic, Ortel and the others, who had not been together for a long time, returned here, wearing new retro white gauze skirts and a few heavy coats beside them.
"Three Kings, you lost. Alter, Redman, I know you want to tease me, but I didn't expect it."
"The evil Almiron has finally figured it out, so we have no choice but to admit defeat."
Ortel and Redman took off their top hats and put them into the pile of clothes. Almiron was obviously blushing and angry, and stretched his hand under the table from time to time.
"This is a reward for you, hurry up and start the next one."
"You lied to me again. The hat also counts."
"Aren't you still wearing your top hat? You can figure it out later."
"You guys... Almiron leaned on the table before he finished speaking, causing Ortel and Redman to laugh.
"Samonte, please stop teasing her. Let's start the next round. Whoever loses will take your place."
The coachmen outside the door downstairs were chatting with each other about a series of recent events. There were not many pedestrians on the street outside, and the late autumn sunshine was much softer, making it suitable to rest outside.
The tall figure, hidden in the black hood, walked through the street and quickly disappeared. For a moment, both the driver and the pedestrians thought they had made a mistake and started looking around.
