Under the sky covered with thick dark clouds and flashes of lightning, there is a figure with thick red hair suspended. Each hair tip is a human face, and they are so pale that they are so beautiful and charming.
Below are the ruined villages and mountains. The water flow that appears from nowhere keeps piling up, causing the remains of the houses to rotate around countless whirlpools in the water. Tornadoes that are enough to destroy everything are constantly generated and surrounding them.
She turned her head, and the evil light on her face made it difficult to see her original face clearly, and her skin became a little transparent. The distorted and changing illusory space was reflected in the light blue eyes, and every space was filled with twisting terror.
The figure, rather than everything outside that has been destroyed.
"Are you so afraid of yourself? Coward."
Hermione woke up from the bed, holding her hands on both sides, letting the scattered red hair cover her. This was the message she read from the shape of her mouth, that was herself, the self she had never dared to face.
She seemed to be thinking of something again. The girl riding horse with her, she seemed to be called..., Hermione held her head and didn't think about it anymore.
The latter part is a warning to myself. Will there be danger? Besides me, there are other people looking for Swan Castle? The spiritual intuition is not wrong.
'I really have no mercy for myself at all. I am indeed a coward and I am afraid of losing.'
After sitting there for a while, Hermione got up and left the bed. With disheveled hair, she startled Helen, who also opened the door to the bathroom opposite and came to the bathroom.
The morning light coming from the window hit the light red hair, which was a little more crystal clear, and it looked like it was covered with a ball of fire.
Helen, who couldn't move her eyes away, was a little envious of the person in front of her. Her hair was just lighter in flaxen color, and she was not very good-looking and had some freckles, so she was called an ugly red-haired girl and was made fun of in campus life.
That person would not have been able to complete his studies if he had not been mentally strong.
Those people should really come and take a look at the girl in front of them and see the real red hair, instead of causing trouble all day long for their flaxen hair.
"You go ahead and use it first, I'll comb your hair first."
"Austin, you are so beautiful."
Helen leaned directly against the door and started looking. Hermione also realized that she had accidentally forgotten to restrain herself, and turned back in embarrassment. Helen felt her consciousness falling, suddenly woke up, and subconsciously touched her hair.
"It's so shameful that I actually have jealous thoughts. Lord of knowledge! Please let the light wash my heart."
After praying, Helen went into the bathroom to wash up and tidy up.
Hermione combed her hair and continued to tie it up. Compared with braiding or long hair, it is better to have her hair in a way. Whether she is wearing a hat or fighting, her hair is less likely to be disheveled.
After washing up, she changed out of her nightgown and put on today's outfit, which included a high-waisted long skirt, a lace tie shirt tied around her waist, a jacket and tulle hat, and then she went out to visit Ellie next door.
Sha. Now that I have seen everything, I can’t just leave it alone.
Inside, she was still sleeping soundly. The quilt that had fallen to her chest was held in both hands, and the hair from her nightcap had escaped. Her expression was still a little nervous, and there were light lines between her brows.
After confirming that there was no problem, Hermione left the place and closed the door, so that she could come in without having to explain why it was locked. She didn't want to be labeled as a break-in, otherwise the first thing she would think of when encountering similar things in the future would be herself.
The next step is to observe Edmund Winter. This guy has a problem with his brain and cannot communicate. Is it the influence of the rainbow color in his middle?
Or was it because of this that he was able to let Swan Castle come to him and enter, which was equivalent to making a mark. His mirror world replacement failed to capture the dot that didn't seem to exist. Was he of high status?
Praying to the Fool should be able to handle it, in case it is a ticket to enter...
Thinking of this, Hermione decided to keep an eye on Edmund Winter first, and deal with him immediately if something unexpected happened.
In the room directly behind the church, Anna and Apfel had already finished breakfast there. Helen, who was in a hurry, was obviously not used to the rhythm of the church.
After saying a few words to them, saying good morning and so on, I left here. Church services or masses have fixed times. If it is not necessary, there is no need to get up early every day to wait.
Except for some devout believers who were already praying to the Holy Emblem of Knowledge, there were basically not many people in front. Father Brandt was also standing there. Hermione sighed that he had such good energy that he could not sleep until his previous self.
I couldn't get up at 9 o'clock.
"Father Brandt, I'm going to the lake house."
After saying hello, Hermione left the church and walked directly to the road by the river yesterday. From time to time, a carriage pulling goods passed by, and the already narrow road had to be constantly avoided. Hermione almost wanted to walk to the guardrail.
Went up there.
Compared with the main road that has to circle around inside, it is indeed much faster to cross here.
The municipal urban planners are not good at it. If they put a few stone piers, they will not be able to come. Hermione complained a few times, which made people who walked here in the morning have to avoid from time to time, and their good mood was ruined.
When we came back to the forest on the shore, there was also a different policeman guarding the place. It was not one of the two policemen from yesterday.
Hermione directly explained to him that she was a researcher sent by the church, and obtained the past qualifications.
The straight spruce branches spread out, and the yellowish leaves are still stubbornly stuck on the tree, as slender as needles. The morning light shines through the remaining mist between them, forming a beautiful Tyndall effect.
There are also some rippling blue waves on the calm lake surface, and the golden light is reflected like scales under the light. Edmund Winter didn't know when he leveled the grassland opposite his wooden house and moved a few pieces.
The stone cushion is sitting here, facing the lake, holding a long wooden stick in his hand, and there is a slender weed at the end.
Are you fishing? Or what are you doing?
He immediately confused Hermione. She saw that the grass was caught in the crack of the wooden stick and fell off as soon as she pulled it.
"What are you doing? Drawing?"
After walking next to him, Hermione also looked at the scenery in front of her. On the other side of the lake were the rooms of small town residents. On the shore were evergreen broad-leaved forests, and there were also ginkgo trees that had turned golden.
The calm lake surface reflected all the scenery above, and with the rising sun, it was a beautiful morning. She couldn't help but store this beautiful scenery directly through the reflected lake surface.
"I was confronting a terrifying being. His hair was disheveled, his expression was distorted, and his appearance was similar to that of a beautiful human woman. Although the light emitted made it difficult to see clearly, there was no way he could deceive me. I saw him
Ugliness inside and evil thoughts.”
Hearing this, Hermione warned herself not to take the wrong position. After all, ordinary people would have died violently when they saw their own mythical creature form, and that would still be the same as the current conclusion.
"What about me? Aren't you going to say something?"
Edmund Winter turned his head and looked at Hermione. His beard and hair, which were like withered grass, almost covered his entire face. The strange thing was that he was not too dirty and had no unpleasant smell.
"Ghost! Oh my god, it's already morning, why doesn't the light dispel the darkness?"
He threw the stick forward, plunged it directly into the water, and floated out. The man kept retreating, and when he saw the tree, he climbed up.
Hermione lost her patience and tied him to the tree trunk with spider silk. She didn't believe it and couldn't pull that thing out of his brain and let her talk to her properly.
This guy makes all kinds of mockery of himself when he looks at him. Is he jealous of his beauty? It's a pity that he doesn't have the extra characteristics of a witch. Otherwise, give him a witch and let him become a sister with those twisted people.
Don't even think about it, the remaining hunter characteristics will not be given to him. Speaking of which, I haven't eliminated the hunter characteristics yet, and it is not good to have too many low-sequence burdens.
After Edmond Winter struggled for a while, his eyes became pious again, and his constantly twisting head slowly moved upwards to maintain an upward angle.
"I saw it, saw the world above the white clouds."
After hearing this, Hermione also observed carefully. There was indeed a link here, but she could not catch it. The condensed ice mirror was close to Edmund, and a white place appeared there, but unfortunately it disappeared after a while.
Edmund also suddenly lowered his head, as if he had no breath. After a while, he woke up and turned into that unpredictable look again.
Hermione tried to use the witch's charm to seduce him. Apart from drooling and staring blankly, the guy didn't understand anything. He laughed stupidly from time to time. She was so angry that she almost couldn't help but hit him with a tree branch. After the charm was lifted, he was drooling.
Open your mouth.
"In the sweet dreamland, everyone is equal, but now that the sun has risen, it is time for people to return to their unequal roles, and the dream is far away."
The nonsensical words made Hermione understand instantly. Perhaps she could come to this town through a dream, find Edmund Winter inside, and enter Swan Castle through him.
I was too concerned about the external reality, but ignored these rules that did not need to be rational at all. This was because I was influenced by the materialistic thinking in the past.
You can use your own magic to help you enter the dreamland. You can also ask Chao Grant for advice and some insurance. She is an expert in this field. Preparation can completely avoid many accidents.
I don’t know what the conditions are. It shouldn’t be that simple. Otherwise, the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom wouldn’t know about it, and it doesn’t rule out that they just ignore it all the time.
After thinking about some methods, Hermione looked at Edmund Winter to see if this guy could regain his consciousness after doing this.
"Thank you very much for the reminder, I will try it out." Hermione subconsciously thanked Edmund Winter.
When he raised his head, his temperament changed again, looking a little sinister. "Are you feeling well last night? Am I very powerful?"
After hearing this, Hermione let go of the spider thread and quickly knocked him unconscious with a kick as he tried to struggle away.
Now is the time to take a look at his dream. Does this guy not understand his situation? Or is the reflex arc of charm too long?
One side of the mirror was dark, with white clouds leaving the sky and people rowing a raft, and a huge figure with a beautiful body stirring the mud below like a big lake.
He appeared there, stepping on the slender weeds under his feet, holding an ancient spear that glowed red and plunged into the mud.
The content shown in the picture is mostly his nonsensical remarks, and finally it becomes silent into a pitch black darkness.
Thinking that it wouldn't be that simple, Hermione didn't ask him to make it right away. At least, she just had to make sure that he was one of the targets. If he died after being used for experiments, it would be difficult to find the next one.
When leaving, she thoughtfully used spider silk to pull Edmond back to lie down on the straw bed in the wooden house.
Go back and write a letter asking Columper and Yantsch if the Bishop Friedrich who went in left any notes or anything like that.
I learned some information myself. If I keep it, I should be able to compare it.
The castle was a remnant of the past, and Hermione was inclined towards the one left by the Night King Trensolt. This place happened to be within the scope of his empire, but how could she not know about the existence of this thing? Didn't she have the memories that she remembered?
Many things happened in the Fourth Age. People who were good at first suddenly changed their temperaments. The two parties who were still cooperating also started fighting. Even the devil family that caused the trouble left the world. She raised her head and looked at the sky. What would happen?
The source of the problem?
After meeting the demon family in Pulitzer before, I haven't met them for a long time now. Logically speaking, a saint who was torn apart by his own hands should come back to take revenge on him.
She looked at the surrounding environment. The policemen in front of her were still sitting there leisurely eating melon seeds. She had to be careful that they had joined forces with Tatiana, who had never been heard from.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! After saying hello to the police outside, she walked straight out of the forest area and walked along the riverside road back to the small bridge yesterday.
Lady Catherine, whom I met yesterday, also took a similar girl who was shorter than her and a waist-high boy to the right-angle turn. The same maid followed respectfully with a basket.
Different from yesterday's pink, today's dress was a white layered pleated ruffled dress with indigo ribbon decoration on the edge. It looked younger, but the few wrinkles on her face made Hermione feel a little uncoordinated and not in line with her temperament.
If you use it to adjust to the age of 36 or 7, you will definitely not wear it. Choose some dark red, purple and dark colors that are more in line with the temperament of this age.
But I am always 18, so I can be embarrassed for others. She also has good looks and can handle it well.
Hermione politely stopped here and asked them to come forward first. There was no need to rush to squeeze in a seat. Lady Catherine also stopped there and watched Hermione give in to each other. Her daughter kept her appearance as if someone owed her money.
Expression, the younger son will continue to move forward.
"Thanks."
After saying that, Hermione walked directly in front and left. The walking steps seemed very small and very relaxed, but soon only her back was left. Lady Catherine, who had just come out some distance behind, wondered if she hadn't moved.
He returned to the room behind the church and quickly wrote a letter to summon the other party's messenger and give it to Grantster, asking if there was any magic that could be used to enter the dreamland without harming others. It would be best to reserve a group method with more people.
If my previous self had probably used Edmund as a sacrificial medium to violently fall into a dream, there would be no need to worry so much.
Then take the written letter to the telegraph room next to the church and ask them to send it to Columper at St. Ottini Church in Berglit City. Ask Friedrich before if he left any notes or words.
