Hermione returned to the Berent Hotel and completed the cancellation procedures, collected the gifts and prepared to leave for Garcia Town. I didn't see Cordis today. It seems that he really accepted the two big scammers' offers last night. I hope
He can calm down the conflicts that are about to break out. And Uncle Vos, making money from both sides is very suitable for his status.
This is fine, at least you will get a wife and many opportunities to move forward. Danger and opportunities coexist. If you survive and persevere, you will have a brighter future.
Yanqi also asked her assistant Bill to arrange a carriage for her to go to the church in Garcia Town. She really cried to death and was not willing to give herself a place alone. She did not treat herself as an outsider at all.
Hermione then sat in a large carriage with a group of novice monks and nuns. They all went to various places in Garcia Town to start their consecrated careers. The carriage was spacious and the seats were OK, but they had to face a lot of strangers.
, may not be very friendly to society.
When setting off, Yanqi hinted to himself that he would help deal with the problems on the road. Since he had worked so hard to help him guess the location, it didn't matter if he helped. All transactions were on an equal footing, and a few extra points would be added to express friendship.
If it's too difficult, I can only run away with this car of people. The sequence is too high, and the danger brought by the aggregation instinct is also high. Hermione is a little surprised that she hasn't seen the hunter and witch that happened to appear during this period.
It stands to reason that with my walking characteristics, I should be able to attract a lot of people.
And Tatiana, she should have asked people from the organization to pay attention to the situation around the sea area. Why did she say that it took so long to search for it? I didn’t see anyone sent by her. Could it be done elsewhere?
Bad thing?
First, tell the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom here. It would be better to give Tatiana’s portrait to the Church and ask them to be careful about the lovers of high-ranking officials. You must also attach a description of the stages of youth, middle-age and old. Beware of her being immortal.
Obtain the ability to disguise yourself. Inertial thinking is very easy to be exploited.
The imprint of the paper filled with knowledge that St. Christopher had left for her was still usable, and she could contact him through it. So Hermione closed her eyes and looked at the imprint and told him about Tatiana, so that the church could be more vigilant to avoid being wrong.
You cause innocent people to be harmed.
As for the crystal sealed object with the aura of the original witch, after Hermione contacted the Fool again, it rarely disturbed her and was wrapped in a seal.
‘Let’s see if there’s anything good to see in the Swan Castle. Let the original witch enjoy it with me.’ That brand happens to be His will, rounded up it is Him, let’s experience the pain with ourselves.
In the eyes of her peers, Hermione was leaning on the back of the chair, closing her eyes and resting. The black gauze hanging down from her top hat covered the upper part of her face. The monks and nuns took a few more curious glances, under the thin veil.
Her youthful face made them unable to move away.
After regaining consciousness, Hermione opened her eyes. The monks and nuns around her also turned back and bowed their heads to pray, repenting for their rudeness.
"There's nothing you can do about being born beautiful!" Hermione sighed a few words and continued to maintain a cold demeanor. No, it should be said that she was originally like this, but she became friendly because of her accident.
The carriage drove for a long time and then stopped. The coachman told everyone that the road was being built ahead and they had to spend the night in a village on the roadside. The monks and nuns could go directly to the church to rest.
Hermione, who had excellent eyesight, looked towards the distance of the road. At least the roads were good in her sight, but there was a sign on the roadside asking everyone to rest for a night before going there. The signature below was jointly signed by the church and the official.
'Is this the trouble Yanqi was talking about?' Since he just asked himself to take care of this group of trainee clergy, it would be better to stay with them. I believe that the Knowledge Church can handle these troubles, and never underestimate the strength behind these ancient organizations.
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The driver drove the carriage into the village where the road was at right angles to the signboard. The road sign indicated that this place was called Muir. The surrounding farmhouses were distributed along the road leading to the mountains and forests in front. Behind them were large wheat fields that had been harvested and bundled.
of wheat straw.
The village is not big, because it happens to be downhill. Hermione can see it all at a glance. There are also some scattered houses in the distance, mostly along the extending roads. There is a small steeple church in the middle. She
I'm worried that there are too many people here and there won't be enough room to stay.
Villagers on the roadside pulled carriages returning with picked wine grapes. Some children were curious and followed this large carriage, which was very clean to them, to the small church. The driver skillfully stopped in the limited space inside the walled courtyard, and then
After asking everyone to get off the horse, he freed the horses and took them to rest.
The children either walked in and leaned against the wall, or sat on the wall and looked at the group of young monks and nuns wearing clergy clothes. Hermione noticed that one child had a beaten rabbit hanging around his neck.
, is this Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden? Don’t go around and watch.
A tall old man with some gray hair came out to greet the new group of newcomers and waved everyone in. Hermione was not wearing clergy clothes like the others, so she was looked at twice and waved in together.
"Hello, my name is Anneke Braun, and I am the priest in charge of the church here. You look very special." Finally, the tall old man took the initiative to ask Hermione. His back was already rickety, but he still looked
At 1.84 meters, he is physically strong.
"I was arranged by Bishop Louis Chris Jentsch to do something. My name is Marple Austin."
"So that's it, then you will have to suffer in the room at the back of the church tonight. The space is limited." Braun looked like he had realized something and prayed a few words to the miniature version of the Holy Emblem of Knowledge in front of him.
"Is there a hotel here?"
"I'm sorry, there is only a simple bar here. For you urban students who have lived for a long time, it can't even be considered a bar. However, the church has some wine and beer donated by the villagers. If you don't mind, you can try it."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "It's okay, let's just make do with it for one night."
The group of monks and nuns in front were already standing and praying to the Holy Emblem of Knowledge. Hermione nodded calmly and dealt with Father Braun next to her.
People here cannot live without alcohol for a day, and church members are also allowed to drink alcohol, but they cannot get drunk. Therefore, some villagers will give alcoholic drinks to the church. Hermione is not too surprised. These home-brewed beers and wines
Similar to some flavored drinks.
After everyone finished praying, Father Braun came to the back room to enjoy lunch. Yes, it was lunch. Hermione was also sitting on the seat that was simply put together. They set out in the morning and ended up stopping here at noon. Everyone was more or less there.
Know some questions.
On top is simple whole-grain bread and some jam, a few thinly sliced sausages, a few slices of green vegetables, and a bowl of bean soup. Two large barrels of wine and beer are placed aside. You can drink whichever you like. A simple and unpretentious life. Everyone sits down.
After joining the two tables to eat, the coachman took the initiative to sit next to Braun and started drinking beer with him.
Next to Hermione was a somewhat reserved nun, and on the other side was an open space. She chose the edge position. Some of these people ate naturally, while others were calm and ate slowly.
They chose to become clergy of the church after graduating from seminary or university, pursuing their faith. Here, there is no distinction between high and low in origin, everyone is a believer who serves God, and they are all equal.
After a simple meal, Hermione filled a glass of wine. A lady should drink something suitable for her status. After entering her throat, the taste was indeed very light, with some grape fragrance and sweetness, which is really good as a drink. Just chill it.
Better.
"Don't be too polite, we are all our own people here."
After finishing a glass of wine, Hermione saw that the nun next to her was still eating the torn bread elegantly. It took a long time to chew and she didn't eat much. She was reminded that she didn't have to force herself too much.
"I'm usually like this, you misunderstood." She spoke quietly and maintained her own speed.
"Sorry, go ahead, would you like a glass of wine?"
"okay, thank you."
Hermione filled a glass for her, and then poured a glass for herself. The person in front of her didn't seem to be too relaxed, maybe the church's rules were still in effect. Look at Braun and the coachman enjoying the wine.
After finishing the drink, Hermione left and went back to the bench table in front of her to sit down and lean back. As the saying goes, hiding in the city, who would have thought that she would actually be with a group of ordinary people, hiding inside. The children outside had already left and went back.
I guess I was called back for lunch by my parents.
Not long after, the group of monks and nuns also came out and sat on the benches to rest. The nun who was sitting next to Hermione also came to ask her name.
"Call me Austin, I'm a passerby."
"My name is Mila Gross. I graduated from the seminary of the University of Stuttgart. Nice to meet you."
"No wonder it's so elegant. I graduated from the School of Liberal Arts of the University of Garytown and have admired her for a long time." Hermione also became serious and answered the man who had the courage.
"This is the first time I have heard of this school. Where is Garytown University? Austin, you are from the School of Liberal Arts. Aren't you good at writing? Are you a writer?"
"In the primary school over there in Intis, there's nothing worth talking about. I'm not a writer now, I'm an errand boy and tutor."
"You don't look like a local. It's quite far away from here, across Fenneport and Lemberg. The tutor is also quite good. I also worked part-time for a while."
"Yes! Good days are always short!"
In the subsequent conversation, Hermione learned the names of the other people traveling with her. The other two women were Helen Zmelman and Ilona Schubert. The three men were David Koch and E.
Rich Becker, Thomas Hofmann.
They were all very common surnames and given names in the local area. As a new clergy member, they also had a sense of vigor and enthusiasm. Hermione occasionally spoke to them and kept a certain distance so as not to hurt others.
"Father Braun, it's not good! Fred's son was kidnapped by gangsters, and he asked you to do a hostage exchange by name."
A middle-aged man wearing gray and white clothes with patches of solid purple ran into the church and shouted loudly, asking the new clergyman sitting on the bench where Braun was. He almost tripped over the legs of the chair.
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Behind the door, tall Braun appeared there, his face a little red, and he quickly asked the middle-aged man to lead the way, followed by the new clergyman, the coachman and Hermione who was behind him.
"Duden, don't worry, calm down." Braun advised the middle-aged man who was walking quickly to calm down.
"Father Braun, that man had a gun, and he wounded Tony's hand."
"Why didn't you hear the gunfire?"
"He hit it with his hands."
Walking past the villagers' houses outside, the group noticed some people gathered at the end of the road into the mountain. They were holding shotguns or steel forks and were wary of the people in the middle of the road who were pointing pistols at children's heads.
The boy was about 10 years old, his eyes were red, he was sobbing softly, and he was holding the arm around his neck with both hands. The man was short, had a fierce face, and his clothes were ragged, and he looked like a fugitive. Villagers saw Braun
When the priests arrived, they all told him not to go forward, and hurled obscenities at the fierce man.
The child's father, Fred, stood behind the wall with a shotgun aimed at the man's head and watched. Father Braun nodded to him and motioned to hand it over to him.
After Duden brought people here, he hurriedly hid behind the wall, calling for the clergy to come and take shelter. Everyone was nervous about the situation in front of them, but they didn't notice that Father Braun stepped forward directly.
"I'm here, please let go of little Fred."
"Come here quickly, or I'll let you see this kid's brain." The man held the kid in front to avoid possible shooting angles.
"You're such a loser. You have a gun and you kidnap a child. Is this your countermeasure?"
After the indifferent female voice finished speaking, the vicious man's hands hung down limply, and the pistol fell to the ground. The child who was shackled felt the restraint disappear, and quickly rolled away and ran away. Father Braun stepped forward to catch him and hug him.
return.
Shotgun shots rang out continuously, and the man's face disappeared here, leaving a vague depression, and red and white liquid continued to remain at the place where he fell. The villagers who followed the gunshots came up with steel forks to deal with it.
I thought I would be able to survive and be tortured, but I didn't expect these villagers to be so decisive. Hermione applauded Father Braun who was holding little Fred for his principle of doing good deeds without leaving his name. Didn't that child just hang a rabbit?
Is this guy trying to grab the rabbit?
"Okay, everyone, stop for a moment. He is already dead. Let the police handle the rest."
Braun asked the villagers to go back and do their own business, and everyone bowed to him and left. The corpse on the ground was already bloody, like a puddle of minced meat.
"Thank you, Father Braun, and thank the Lord of knowledge for bringing you here. He protects us with you."
"Eternal knowledge will always protect us."
The rough-looking Fred, who was half a head shorter than Father Braun, pulled his son who had recovered his senses and bowed to him. Father Braun paid him the same respect. Then Fred pulled the two of them toward the back and the clergymen also bowed to him.
With a thank you, several people who were still immersed in the bloody scene quickly responded and praised the knowledge.
