When it was completely dark and the telegraph office was getting ready to get off work, Hermione was waiting for Colomber's reply.
She has encountered some things recently and is quite busy, so sometimes she cannot reply in time.
As for what it was, she didn't say anything. Hermione also knew that she was a strong woman like herself.
Friedrich left a sentence in his last diary before disappearing.
"Our beliefs are equal."
Further forward are some daily church affairs, as well as complaints about things encountered.
The 'Greenhouse Garden' incident has been clearly resolved, and the Keeper team has brought back the source of the pollutant, a thorn vine that exudes desire and vitality.
Its evaluation is just a level 2 sealed artifact that barely reaches the level. It doesn't seem to involve a higher level of power, otherwise it would just stay where it is and let the Keeper team deal with it.
Some disasters broke out in Stuttgart before, which caused the church to step up its efforts to clean up heretics and secret organizations. No one will dare to show up in the short term.
Colombel told Hermione not to worry about this and just concentrate on dealing with her own affairs. After that, she could go to Berglit City to talk to her when she had time.
After reading it, Hermione felt that they must be hiding something from her, and something was obviously not right.
Although I helped clean up the heretics yesterday, there is no need to emphasize it.
The problem is not too serious. Even if the original demon goddess descends, now I have the confidence to run away. If I run back to the church and sit down, no one can do anything to me.
After greeting Father Brandt, who was also preparing to go to the banquet, he went to find tonight's protagonist, Edmund Winter.
In the darkness of the town, Hermione jumped down from the leaves and came to the wooden roof.
Below, Edmund Winter is sitting on a haystack eating bread.
She hid in the darkness and watched Edmund, who went for a swim in the lake after eating the bread.
It is late autumn now, and the temperature of the lake is not bearable for most people.
Just when Hermione thought he had become somewhat normal, Edmund crawled into the mud pile and rolled around again, making the sound of opening and closing his mouth.
She almost couldn't help but let him fall asleep physically on the roof. For the sake of the people around her, she endured and continued to watch these weird behaviors.
Edmond ran to the shore and suddenly stood upside down on a tree, holding the trunk of the tree with both hands, pretending to climb the tree, but his body kept retreating.
Did he discover himself? Hermione weaved spider silk into a hammock and waited for the right time.
If this guy is frightened, it will be bad if he doesn't dream.
When the crimson moon came into the sky, the only sounds in the surrounding environment were the sounds of small animals. Hermione controlled the spider silk hammock and landed in front of the wooden house.
Inside, Edmond had fallen asleep on a pile of straw. With the faint moonlight, he could see that there was a small table inside with some of the things he had found.
Take out the badge and arrange the prepared moon flower essential oil, night vanilla powder and other spiritual materials.
Peace, soothing the restlessness in her heart, dispersed, and the scenery around Hermione began to be separated, like separate areas.
There was no trace of Edmund Winter in the wooden house. He was holding a rope on a spruce tree that was growing upside down in the clouds, tying a fish that was wandering nearby.
The fish's double fins are spread out like wings, with feathers, and they glide to avoid the rope.
Edmund climbed on top, rowed some logs he tied with straw ropes, and sailed on them.
The thread pulled Hermione in front of him, and he continued walking without noticing Hermione.
"Don't you think you're weird?"
Edmund turned his head to look at Hermione, who suddenly became frightened and fell down. Below was a large lake full of silt, and a black figure with hair full of venomous snakes, with a perfect figure.
A spear with brilliant patterns and silver light appeared in his hand. His eyes were full of determination, and the spear was filled with fire and burned the black shadow.
When he was about to fall into the mud, a group of people appeared below, holding the fallen Edmond and running and cheering, while colorful flowers sprinkled into the sky and fell.
Sitting on the spider silk hammock, Hermione was a little surprised that as an ordinary person, he could actually travel into the dreams of small town residents.
It’s not like that. He has a problem in his brain and cannot be treated as an ordinary person. It’s just a good time to go and have a look at his brain.
"Miss, can I spend the night with you? You are so beautiful!"
A rough man and a few men dressed as gentlemen surrounded Hermione who was sitting in the hammock, and the preparations in her hands had already begun.
"Don't dream about everything, go have some good fun."
She directly picked up these people and threw them away into the distance. There was no need to care too much about ordinary people, unless they were like that John, sober and insulting themselves.
At this time, Edmond was already leading a group of people in the square, curling up and making strange movements, like a duck.
This group of people must have been a figment of his imagination, because the people around him had normal dreams and were doing their own things without being affected.
Hermione, who had been observing for a long time, didn't feel anything unexpected nearby, and the white thing didn't appear again.
Edmund had finished chewing and crushing the purple periwinkles there, and then jumped to another place.
People who were sitting independently and dreaming were united and walked towards the park covered with trees. However, the church next to it disappeared and became an open space with a few book pages scattered there.
Hermione jumped off the hammock and followed the crowd towards Edmund, who was standing on the high stone platform. He was wearing formal clothes and had a straight face, like a successful speaker.
Below were the flower farmers and others that Hermione saw today. The ladies were walking in the front. The men next to them should be their husbands. That Renn was also there.
After these people came together and sat on the non-existent chairs on the ground, Edmund above them was about to speak.
Hermione trembled all over, feeling very dangerous. She didn't know when she was surrounded by a white cloud.
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She actually kicked herself out. Sitting on the spider silk hammock, Hermione was stunned for a long time. It felt like meeting her natural enemy, the original witch, and she was kicked out of the dream in a daze.
She stayed here and thought for a long time, and when she looked at Edmund again, he was asleep in his dream. He was lying on the bed with a nightcap on, looking very comfortable.
A reddish moon as big as a house accompanied him, and the pits and pits on it were clearly visible.
Hermione quickly interrupted the scene. There were some things that couldn't be recalled in memory right now to avoid unnecessary trouble.
'Some things are best left alone and left to fend for themselves.'
After leaving here, she seemed to understand the cold treatment of the Church of Knowledge and Wisdom. These involved too many things, like a bomb wrapped in a mess, and it exploded when it was straightened out.
In a somewhat dim bedroom, Tatiana, wearing a holy white dress, opened the door and walked in. Her blond hair was naturally spread on her back, with a youthful vigor and beauty.
She closed the door and sat on the sofa. There was a shadow falling on the opposite side, but there was nothing else.
"You just like to pretend like this and make this kind of contrast, why don't you be more real?"
The cold voice is full of ridicule and temptation, trying to tempt you to unleash your innermost desires.
Tatiana, who was sitting on the sofa, covered her squeezed body with her hands, her clear green eyes became blurred, and her holy aura carried an imaginative charm.
"We hope that you, Duke of North, can help you. In exchange, we will provide you with enough 'desires'."
"I'm afraid it's not that simple."
"You just need to help us entangle her, and we will do the rest."
Tatiana's voice became softer as she spoke, and she was already lying on the table.
"Is this this person? He made us suffer a big loss before. We didn't want to do it at first, but I promise you this time, I will give you half first, and you as well."
"Okay, we enjoy working together."
Tatiana released her covered hands and threw away the dress in her hands. The shadow on the opposite side slid over her body, and the lights on the wall kept swaying.
Hermione, who had watched a lot of boring dreams last night, got up and stretched. Edmund was still missing something, but with her around, the white mist didn't dare to come near.
We all have the same beliefs? Do you want Edmund to also believe in the God of Knowledge and Wisdom? Or do you believe in the Fool with yourself?
Friedrich went in at Dande in the Carrington area. Now, 170 years have passed, and all the people involved have long since died, and there is no place to investigate.
Still wearing her top and skirt, she was ready to go out and continue to observe Edmund, to see how he would be during the day and what the difference would be at night.
Helen unexpectedly showed up at the church early today. When she saw her dressed neatly and the small stick in her hand, she knew that today was the time for worship.
There is no other way. As a pretended Church of Knowledge person, Hermione can only follow and complete the entire process. I hope that the God of Knowledge and Wisdom will not mind her flexible bottom line of belief.
The outside of the church was already filled with townspeople who had come, and Helen came to wait in front of her choir children.
Father Brandt held a heavy book and saw that the time was up, then came to the Holy Emblem of Knowledge and Wisdom...
Hermione went through a set of procedures here, and the children's chorus was really good. After the bell rang, everyone got up and left.
Some people in the front rows were still staying to avoid the crowds. Yesterday, Ren and his wife were also staying there.
Lady Catherine came to Father Brandt with her husband, Ernst, the mayor of Garcia and the administrator. Her children followed behind and stopped Hermione who was about to go out.
"Miss Austin, you are even more beautiful today. What happened last night?"
"I've always been so good-looking. Thank you for your compliment. I'm going to do important things now."
Not intending to waste too much time, Hermione ended the topic and left. She still had a lot of practice to do and there were people to save, so this was not the time for small talk.
"What a strange person!"
"You are such a arrogant girl who doesn't understand any etiquette."
Ernst shook his head and commented. He thought the girl should just stay at home and wait for arrangements, just be a canary.
The daughter behind him still looked like she owed money, and she pulled her brother.
"Stop talking about this, Brandt, let's discuss the scope of expansion. Renn, come here quickly."
Ernst waved to wake up Renn, who was stunned there. He came to his senses and walked over. Mrs. Renn beside him kept a distance and followed him.
Hermione walked out of the church, found a deserted place, and quickly came to Edmund's place.
Today he took a wooden stick and dug a small hole next to it, and then walked around and kept measuring, as if he was carving a work of art.
"What are you doing? Do you want to return to your mother's arms?"
"How did you know? Are you coming too?"
"Let me help you."
Hermione simply knocked him unconscious and buried him there, leaving only the upper part of his chest exposed, allowing him to breathe smoothly.
She really doesn't want to talk to this person for a moment, and she can always find an angle to talk to you, so that you can't even provoke him.
After preparing the steps to fall asleep, Hermione looked at Edmund who was on the bed. He was holding on to the bed and desperately trying to get into one place.
There was nothing but him on the bed, and he actually slipped into the suspended air strangely, and the flesh and blood on his body kept compressing, as if he was returning to the embrace.
Hermione, who was watching, wanted to get closer and study, her body reacted with excitement, her red hair spread out, and a roaring face appeared at the ends of the hair, and she wanted to rush out. Evil patterns lit up all over her body.
The dream suddenly shattered. A low-spirited Edmund jumped out of the mound, holding his head and yelling wildly, and then jumped into the lake.
Hermione, with her hair disheveled, also felt a hidden existence watching her, and the pollution that was secretly emitted was resisted by herself.
I actually didn't see it in advance. This was really careless. It was necessary to accept more divinity.
But I don't have many anchors to anchor my current consciousness, so I don't know if I can withstand the impact.
After seeing Edmund swimming back from the lake without any problems, she left with peace of mind and returned to the church.
Daytime dreams don’t work. Do we need everyone to dream together? Or do we need a sufficient number of people?
It seems that we can only do it at night, otherwise we will be in trouble if we die.
The white mist has been sensed, and the last step is just around the corner.
When she walked out of this area, something disappeared from her body, making her instantly relaxed.
'Is this the consequence of seeking death?'
She tied her loose red hair back, braided the thin hair on both sides and tied it behind her head, creating a simple long hair style.
When we returned to the church, the couples were still there. They were sitting next to them, and in the middle sat an old man with some gray hair.
He is calm and capable, with a bit of majesty in his eyes. He has two beards under his nose, wearing a black formal suit and a top hat.
Seeing Hermione come in, she stood up to greet her, and the other people also stood up and looked over.
"Are you the father of Silvester Cordis?" She got straight to the point and shook hands with the person in front of her.
