"That's pretty much it. I'm going to track down those who escaped first. Let's find a few targets for your reference first. This will make it easier for you to search and increase the probability of getting in."
"Then I'll trouble you."
Colombel disappeared on the chair, and Hermione lay on the chair rocking up and down, as if she didn't notice. After a long time, she left with the girl in her arms.
After putting Emma down, she returned to the room between the guest room and the master bedroom. Inside, Hans was already lying on his side on Dermot's stomach, with his arms folded and his back to the door, muttering to himself in a low voice, unable to listen.
What to say.
Adai was sitting on a chair to the side watching them. When she saw Hermione coming in, she forced a smile to her, and her red eyes soon overflowed with her sadness.
"Parting will happen at every sudden moment, and we must learn to accept it. Maybe one day I will no longer be here, but you must also live your life seriously. And isn't there still hope? I am still here." Hermione
He comforted her with his previous words and rubbed her round face.
"I will, Hermione."
After hugging the girl in her arms for a while, Hermione came to the bedside and looked at the last Hans. She felt guilty in her heart. It would be better if he blamed himself. He has not said anything now. It is Hermione who
What Min is most worried about is how she will deal with it if her temperament changes drastically.
He raised his right hand and touched Hans' head as usual, and wiped away the tears on his face with his left hand. Maybe he had tried calling just now. The 6-year-old child seemed to understand, but in fact he understood a lot.
"Sister Hermione, am I going to be like Emma? I can't wake up my mother."
"Don't worry, my sister will wake up your mother. I won't let this happen." After Hermione said that, she picked up Hans. Excessive sadness was not good for the body and mind. "Cheer up, otherwise your mother
If I wake up and see you lying here crying every day without making any progress, I will be very angry."
"But I don't want to do anything now. I'm so sad."
"Then just relax for a few days. Your mother definitely doesn't want to see you like this. You won't grow up if you do this, and you won't be able to take care of your mother..."
Under Hermione's coaxing, she took Hans away from here, and then asked Rosina to take care of Dermot. With the protection of magic, Hermione didn't have to worry about complications like being in a vegetative state.
"Sister Hermione, are you leaving me too? I understand some of those words. Is 'Natalia' Emma's mother? Dad said it was his fault. Why did Emma's mother come to find her?
my mom?"
Hermione squatted down in the aisle, placing her palms against Hans, her sad brows looking a little melancholy.
"I don't know how to say it better. Natalia is Emma's mother. But that person is no longer Natalia, but she is using the appearance of Emma's mother.
"Emma's mother is dead. The devil is just taking on the appearance of Emma's mother to make us hate and isolate Emma. Would your mother have the heart to make you sad?
"Besides, it's not like I won't come back or leave. How can I find a way to wake your mother up?
"As people grow up, they will experience separation and reunion, encounters and losses. When you grow up, you are also saying goodbye to the past. Many people and things will grow old and gradually disappear and leave you.
"I can't always be with you. Sometimes we have to get used to this, but don't forget to work hard for the next time we get together."
Hermione slightly modified one of the sentences. She didn't know how much original instinct Natalia still had. It was hard to explain clearly the product of mysticism. She was just telling it to herself.
"Sister Hermione, you are really making a lot of sense, and I still don't understand it. No wonder my mother often talks about you. I won't blame my sister, after all, she is the only one who doesn't know yet. I will protect my mother and not let that
The devil took away my mother's appearance."
Seeing Hans sorting out his emotions, Hermione stood up and pulled him away. He was indeed the child she cherished.
In the Fountain Square of Kamari Town, Jorah and Flagg were carrying backpacks and preparing to go back to resume their lives and advance to the next stage of the sequence. The church, which was usually very aggressive, actually allowed them both to be promoted.
I originally thought that after accumulating enough merits, I would have to spend a lot of time queuing up. Needless to say, I knew where I lost an elite team. Sometimes it is not a good thing to see too clearly. Jorah felt that he might as well be with the people in front of him.
Like Flagg, he thought this was an opportunity and a responsibility.
Flagg was saying farewell polite words to Father Gerhardt and Salmont. After all, they had been here for a long time and everyone who should be familiar was familiar with each other. Charlotte and Nancy also came to watch them and wait.
The conversation between them ended.
"Fleg, it would be great if you came to us as the police chief. The security of the town has been very good these days, and there have been a lot less conflicts and quarrels."
"Father Gerhardt, I also want to live here for a long time, but the Lord still needs us and needs us to spread His grace. We will come back when time comes."
"Praise the Lord of knowledge. I was a little deceived. You can save more people than it means to be here. Knowledge will always protect you and me and shine on our future."
"Only knowledge is eternal. We will work harder."
Jorah finally waited until Flagg finished chatting, and waved goodbye to Father Gerhardt and Samant. They also walked back to the church. The work of the church was basically open all year round, and taking breaks during the busy schedule was just the result of taking turns.
Charlotte and Nancy, who had been waiting for a long time, also came up to say goodbye to them. They seemed to be in good spirits. Although they were dressed plainly, their youthful vigor had returned. There was a bit of expectation and shrinkage on their faces.
"Thank you for your previous support. Nancy and I will welcome you back often."
"Charlotte and I don't know how to thank you. Why don't you come here too? This is the only thing I can do. Many people here look at each other like this, and afterwards everyone just pretends it didn't happen."
Nancy, who was looking forward to it, gave Jorah a headache. She quickly advised her to pay attention to her private life and prevent diseases. She should take good care of her body now and find a suitable person to start a family in the future.
As for those who fall in love with you, don't listen to other people's nonsense, go and see for yourself, most people are normal. Those who mess around are probably cultists.
During this time, he and Flagg beat up the local gangsters, and Flagg happened to be playing the role of sheriff, which improved the security here.
They worked as waiters at a hotel outside Moritz, and they also went to do some cleaning before leaving. There shouldn't be any big problems in the future, and there won't be any such thing as force. These people just ate too much.
I think about these things every day, just like myself, I think so much every day between life and death.
After saying some words of caution, Jorah saw that the time was almost up and said goodbye: "If anything happens, come to the church and see Father Gerhardt and ask him to send a telegram to tell us that we are going back to resume our duties."
"Let's see you off again. After all, the long-distance carriage is going to the stables. I will keep an eye on Nancy."
"I know that way is closer, let me lead the way."
After the three of them finished speaking, they followed the excited Nancy into the street.
