"Praise the Lord of knowledge, may you and I live eternity under His light. My name is Marple Austin, and I am here to see your parish priest, Louis Chris Yantsch. This is my letter of certification."
Hermione handed the letter she got from Father Gerhardt to the clergyman in front of her.
He looked at Hermione with some doubts, then opened it and looked at it again, confirming that there was no problem with the mark on it. He really wasn't a child who ran away from home.
"Please wait here for a moment. Priest Yanqi has gone back to rest. I'll go talk to Deputy Priest Cordis."
After watching the person on duty walk into the back, Hermione sat on the bench next to her and waited. The candle in the candlestick had been half burned, and the light swayed with the incoming breeze.
Behind him, a sleepy man in black robe walked out together with the person on duty. He had short curly black hair, brown pupils, broad shoulders and a tall height. He looked to be in his mid-twenties.
"Sorry, I am a guest from afar. Please forgive me for being a bit casual like this. My name is West West Garnet von Cordis, and I am the deacon of the Art Church. Bishop Yanqi is going home.
It’s time to rest. We won’t come back until tomorrow. I suggest Ms. Austin that you go to the hotel to rest first.”
"I will. I'm just here to inform you so as to avoid any unpleasant misunderstandings."
"There happens to be a nice hotel nearby, let me take you there. You are a distinguished guest after all, so it won't hurt if I run an errand."
After speaking, Cordis helped Hermione lift the box, told the person on duty a few words, and then walked ahead to take Hermione to the hotel.
The street was already very quiet at night, except for the sounds of small animals in the grass. Cordis, the leader, walked to the left side of the square and passed through the corridor between the rooms there. He did not pay attention to the path if he was not careful.
"Were you harassed when you came here? There has been some instability here recently. You dare to come here by yourself at night. It seems very unusual."
"The people here are very nice. I heard that I came to Yate Church to do business, and even the travel expenses were not confiscated. I forced him to accept it."
"That's good. I'm afraid those gangsters with nothing to do will target you. Those scum should have been cleaned up long ago." Cordis said this coldly.
"Everyone has the meaning of his existence, let alone good or bad. Only in this way can a complete society be formed."
Hermione felt that it would be a pity for Cordis not to become the chief of the Stuttgart Police Department, as this would make security here much better.
"We've arrived at the Bertram Hotel. You can tell me anything you want. Although I don't know what you're going to do here, it must be related to extraordinary events. There's no need to hide it like ordinary people."
On the side of the hotel is a grassland separated by trees and grass walls, with a retracted awning and some piled items on it. Walk in along the hardened road to the gate, and the red carpet extends to the outside of the steps.
There was a drowsy waiter sitting at the front desk inside. When he saw a guest coming, he quickly stood up and said hello.
Cordis seemed to know them, and the waiters and waitresses also respected Cordis very much. He directly asked them to open the room, and asked the waitress to carry the suitcase and take Hermione up the long ladder at the back.
"I'm going back first. See you tomorrow, Ms. Austin." Cordis stretched out his hand and left. Hermione also said goodbye to him politely.
"Please come with me, Ms. Austin."
The neatly dressed waitress led Hermione up. There seemed to be some confetti and other celebration items left on the red carpet below.
Arriving at the room with house number 517, the maid opened the door. The interior was clean and neatly decorated, with a sober smell. The wallpaper was in the shape of light yellow florals, and the crystal chandelier above emitted a warm yellow light.
The erected bookshelf decoration also separated a small conversation hall, which was equipped with a sofa and a small table. After observing it, Hermione sighed that she had been homeless so many times and finally lived in a good place.
The maid explained to her the use of the items inside according to the procedure, left the key, then said goodbye, closed the door and left.
Hermione also put the clothes in her suitcase in the shuttered wardrobe next to the bed, took off her boots directly on the shoe rack at the door, and put on the strappy sandals provided by the hotel. The dark pink carpet on the ground was soft, and the problem of bare feet was gone.
Not big.
After carefully checking that there was nothing wrong inside, I took the provided toiletries and went to the bathroom to take a bath. There was not only a light yellow bedside lamp on the bedside table next to the bed, but also a bright rose inserted in the slender
inside of a transparent glass bottle.
Hermione, who had changed into a white nightgown, sat on the rattan cushioned chair next to her and changed the card there, asking them to change it into a rose when they changed it tomorrow. Hermione liked her sister better. As for the important items she brought with her,
When your body is healed, you won't be afraid of losing other things.
After a while, there was a knock on the door outside. Hermione was a little confused as to why someone was looking for her at this time. She put on a coat, her hair was wrapped in a towel, and went to open the door.
The male waiter just stood at the door holding a plate, which contained water sealed in a transparent glass bottle and some exquisite snacks.
"Thank you." Hermione deftly took the things from his hands and closed the door. She put the plate of things on the table next to the double sofa, walked to the window and opened the yellow patterned curtain outside, leaving
The white soft light curtain is hung there.
There were some porcelain and literary works on the decorative cabinets on both sides. Hermione did not give up checking these blind spots to prevent anything from disturbing her later.
After finishing, she lay back on the bed and returned to deep meditation again, feeling the traces of exercise and the excitement brought by the players. It would be nice if it was more solid.
The next day, she was awakened by the light softened by the white curtains. The environment here was quiet, without the noisy feeling outside of an ordinary hotel.
Her red hair was scattered in a ball, covering part of her face. When she got up, she stretched herself out of bed to wash up.
After changing her clothes, Hermione took out her lace-up boots from the mirror space she carried and put them on, preparing to go to Art Church to find Louise Yantsch. Generally, the middle name was omitted.
Before leaving, she arranged it inside and connected the full-length mirror in the bedroom so that anything could be returned directly. Small-scale movements would not leave traces.
There were also many well-dressed people walking in the corridor outside, and it seemed that they were going to the dining room on the second floor. Hermione had no interest in the breakfast here for the time being, and left directly.
Following yesterday's memory, I walked to the main street outside and turned into the aisle between rooms. There were many locals walking here to go to the church. Hermione was also wearing a black coat and a black gauze hat today, covering up
own appearance.
There were many people walking scatteredly in the square in front. What was better than Kamari Town was that there were no homeless people here. Hermione also followed the flow of people in. In the bookshelf area inside, the deputy priest last night, Cordis, saw it so early.
Hermione was a little surprised when she came.
"Why don't you take a break? After all, people like us are prone to problems if we are not in good spirits. Then we can only accompany the Lord of knowledge."
"I feel very good now, things are more important."
"Priest Louis is already here, you and I can come."
Curtis took her to the office area at the back, walked into a room, and saw Louis Chris Yantsch behind the desk. The stack of books in front of her was very high, and a pile of documents made the large desk look very crowded.
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"Are the guests of Archbishop Colomber here? He's really young!"
Yanqi stood up and welcomed Hermione to sit on the sofa nearby. He wore a pair of silver-rimmed glasses, had messy hair, deep wrinkles on his face, brown pupils, and a neatly trimmed beard. He looked about forty years old.
"Louis, if there's nothing else, I'll go back first."
"Go and rest, Sylvester. You worked hard last night."
Cordis closed the door when he left. After seeing no one around, Yanqi looked at Hermione with an expectant expression.
"Hello, Ms. Marple Austin, my name is Louise Chris Yantsch, you can call me Louis, or you can call me Yantsch. I am very happy to see a strong man going to Swansea Castle again in my lifetime. I very much hope that
You can succeed. The unknown inside has given rise to many legends on this land, and those who seek knowledge will not reject it."
"Then I'll trouble you this time." Hermione didn't know what to say to him, and it sounded like she was going to die.
"Bishop Colombel has some things to do, and he will come here to meet you later."
"This is my personal matter, and it's a great honor to have your help."
"Exploring and learning knowledge is our belief. Omniscient is omnipotent. We are also happy to see someone solve this mystery. I am now screening the materials in the newspaper. It may take some time. You can go shopping in Stuttgart recently.
, just pay attention to ordinary people."
"Understood, I know all this."
After explaining the purpose of the trip to the excited Yanqi and chatting for a while, Hermione left here. He still needed to select for himself the possible places where the Swan Castle would appear next time, and disturbing him would be disturbing himself.
People in the Knowledge Church have learned a lot, and they also have some morbid explorations into unknown knowledge. Hermione doesn't know whether she should be grateful for this, or worried about them.
Walking out of the oak-black door, the thick singing voice of the choir outside came. The large group of children on the stage directly crushed the Kamari Town choir in momentum. The people under the bench were quietly enjoying this moment.
A middle-aged-looking woman was conducting the singing and playing. She was wearing a conservative black robe.
Hermione didn't want to ruin this moment, so she found a seat in the bookshelf area and waited until this session was over before leaving.
There were a lot of people on the street in front of the square. The desolation brought by late autumn did not have too much impact on the place, but the leaves of the trees were a little yellow.
By the pool under the swan statue, there are many people feeding the pigeons sitting on the ground. They are not afraid of people flying directly into their hands.
'Those people in Kamari Town should like this very much.' After walking for a while, Hermione realized that she didn't know where to go. The target had not been found yet, and there was no medium for divination. Do she really want to wander around here?
Across the street are single-family buildings with open front yards, facing the church in the square. Some young people scattered here are painting with picture frames. Judging from the direction of their gestures, the main subject should be the church.
"Madam, can you stay a little longer? I want to add your silhouette to the pedestrians in front." The male student wearing the dean's coat and uniform stopped Hermione who was about to move forward.
"Are you talking about me?" Hermione turned her head and looked at him. She looked like she had just grown up. She was about the same height as herself and had a delicate face.
"Yes, but it feels like you have become the focus inside and are inappropriate for the theme."
"Let me take a look."
Hermione, who had nothing to do, just happened to take a look at the life of students in this place. Ruenprizi had already seen it, and there were some vague prototypes of modern times. I wonder what it would be like here?
The picture inside the frame includes the blue sky where the sun has risen over the main church, some surrounding buildings and green plant belts, and the pigeons in the square are surrounding the people who are feeding, with their wings tilted down close to the palms of the hands.
"It's really not suitable. There don't need to be so many pedestrians below. You can just choose these locations." Hermione only saw the lower part. Too many people is not good, and she didn't learn it either.
When it comes to art, you can only rely on your feelings.
"Forget it, I'm sorry to bother you. A personal portrait should suit you very well, but it's a pity that I can't draw people well yet."
"Come on, everyone is good at something different. Draw these first."
After saying that, she turned around and left. She didn't know how to do this, so she didn't want to stay too long. The disadvantages of these knowledge believers were that they always liked to ask people to share their knowledge, thinking that the other party knew as much as she did.
Understand.
A female student next to her approached Hermione and handed her a note with a sentence attached. "Hello, someone just asked me to give you this note."
After she said her greetings, she returned to the canvas and continued painting. Many passers-by also came close to comment and check, which must have been obtained at this time.
Hermione came to the side and opened the note to check, "Can we meet and chat for a while? You misunderstood me."
This person seemed very cautious, but he gave you the medium, which seemed to be sincere. Then he folded it into a piece of paper and put it in the palm of his hand.
"where is he?"
The long and slender end of the note pointed in one direction, and Hermione walked forward along the direction. The students behind her who wanted to continue chatting with her could only sigh a few times.
"That lady would be perfect as a model for portraits, or those of female saints."
"Then you have to work very hard and strive to become a portrait master like Goethe in the future and paint the San Otini that is handed down from generation to generation. When I see your works in the future, maybe the lady will agree to let you paint one."
"Then time will have changed, and maybe the lady will have grown old."
"Her temperament is still there. We are both about the same age. At that time, it might be more interesting after years of precipitation."
"I still like young people, which is different from you."
