Hermione, who didn't know why she was sleeping, woke up, and she knew that the Fool had agreed to provide power for her magic-stealing ritual.
Is it a hint from the subconscious? The gray fog swept over me but it was nothing, and I felt a little more curious.
"You're awake."
Teresa, who was wearing white gauze casual clothes, looked at her face to face, with some indescribable feelings.
"What's wrong?"
"Don't rest here anymore. The lounge is not for sleeping. Spread the word and tell me, Theresa, that I don't let guests sleep in the bed."
After saying that, she took out the tied blond hair and handed it to Hermione.
"This is Enis Kent. She has never done any reverse divination, so you can confirm it. The materials are already being found. Some of them are precious and may take some time."
"Thank you."
"Just smile at me."
"You are really not afraid of death."
"Because I've gotten to know you. You're not the kind of guy who doesn't have feelings. You're very kind to the people around you. I'm sorry."
"This is the best use, right? It's as you expected."
"It's not good to say it too clearly."
Ignoring Teresa who continued to inquire, Hermione prepared to do divination.
The clear water in the tabletop kettle floats and turns into an ice mirror, and the hair in your hand dissipates and blends into it.
A grown-up and elegant girl of sixteen or seventeen is practicing her etiquette smile in a well-decorated house, with a mechanical aid to keep her smile in her mouth.
Wearing a waistcoat and lotus shorts, he listened to the instructor's instructions again and again.
Her light-colored pupils look forward firmly and confidently, and her long blond hair spreads on her back.
"Now you believe it, but I can't control that. I can only say good things."
"It's okay, thank you." Hermione stopped the ice mirror and let it disappear.
"Aren't you going to take her back? This can also be traded."
"Everyone has their own growth trajectory. I can't interfere directly. As long as she lives well, that's all."
"How ruthless! I will take care of you occasionally. After all, it is the key to winning over big customers."
Teresa chatted with her here for a while and then left to do her own business. Lucy was probably digesting the notes about the next mission and didn't have time to come to her.
A somewhat bored Hermione tried to summon Isolda, but when the other party was about to come here, she directly resisted and did not come out, and finally disappeared again.
It seems that we have to find a new messenger to deal with the recent situation. We cannot continue to lose contact like this, everyone will be worried.
After preparing for the ritual of finding the messenger, she recited the ritual process several times.
"The spirit that travels in the upper world...
Most of the applicants who came to apply were spirits that could easily disappear at first glance, and there were also a few thorns with strong auras that she tore into pieces and threw back.
Only a squirrel-like spirit satisfied her, and there was a pocket in front of her specifically for storing things.
His strength is also pretty good, probably at a high level, and he is gentle and cute towards himself.
But the thorns on his back proved that this guy couldn't judge from the appearance.
After signing the contract, you don't have to worry too much. Nothing unexpected will happen if you are here.
"Go back, be careful not to get intercepted." After stuffing the letter in, the squirrel disappeared directly.
Hermione got up and went to the telegraph room at Theresa's house to send a reply to Kamari to prove that she was still alive, so that Hans and the others didn't have to worry.
I also told Pulitzer’s relatives and friends that I had changed my messenger to a temporary one and that I could use it to contact myself. I can’t bother others all the time.
In the evening, Teresa, who looked a little solemn, found Hermione who was sitting by the floor-to-ceiling window looking at the snow outside, and brought her a message.
"Archbishop Columper of the church invites you to go to the city of Berglit. There are several people there who want to see you."
After she finished speaking, she sat aside and asked the maid who wanted to massage her to leave. Hermione could see that she was not just doing this.
"Are you experiencing any trouble?"
"A lot of things about Fenebaud and Roen. Do you remember Silvester? The boy from the Cordis family."
"Didn't he go to the Southern Continent?"
"Yes, Konot Island has been besieged for a long time by the navy of Intis and Fenebaud and the indigenous forces supported by it. Roen's ironclad ships have also moved south."
"Vote, you have no chance of winning." Hermione was helpless about this, as long as fewer people died.
"Run is still waiting to see whether to intervene, not necessarily to join the battle. Si West has persuaded the Fusac armed forces left on the island to still hold on together with the indigenous people."
"Is it because the transfer of interests hasn't been negotiated yet? How much do they want? They won't want them all, except they won't accept those from your southern countries?"
Teresa sighed, chatting with smart people would save trouble, and the hopeful part is now in front of you.
"Yes, we have not discussed this. The main problem is that the group of pirates supported by Roen no longer provide supplies to the defenders of Konot.
Especially the shells and replacement parts for the six new rifle breech-loading guns on the Port Heights. Our ability to defend Port Connaught depends entirely on the support of that position.
Its range and accuracy are ahead of the enemy's sailing artillery, and its rate of fire can reach 10 rounds per minute.
Unless the indigenous armed forces and the Feneport Navy attack regardless of heavy losses, it will only benefit Loen who is watching the show on the side.
The wear and tear caused by continuous use is also high, and it needs to be repaired and replaced after every battle. If the supply continues to fail, I am afraid that we can only achieve the worst result."
"They want to use this to pressure you to give up the port. You can actually buy six new large-caliber artillery pieces from Loen. It's not easy. I remember that the technology of the hydraulic-pneumatic retreat and re-entry device was not long after Loen's breakthrough.
"
"They are really good at calculating. The technology is all in their hands. We have to continue to buy their shells and parts. We are still working hard for them. Even if we don't get satisfactory benefits in the end, the large amount of money for arms is enough to deal with the future.
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This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "You must not be unwilling to invest so much. Are you now looking for someone to replace the pirates to establish a new supply line?"
"The Loen people are pretending to be stupid and won't transport it, so we have to find a way to deliver it. This is how small countries are."
"I understand, what about the pirates supported by the church?"
"It is not convenient for them to take action openly to prevent the navies of various countries from finding excuses to annihilate them. They will escort the newly established fleet."
"So now it depends on Roen's attitude? Whichever way it falls, whichever side will have an overwhelming victory."
Hermione analyzed it and found that the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom probably wanted to provide some help to Konot's war.
But since I am a member of the Church of Fools, I cannot take action openly, at least I cannot express my position openly.
"Run is waiting for Konot Island to fall, take out our 'agreement', and go directly to take over."
After finishing speaking, Teresa kept looking at Hermione, blinking twice, waiting for her words.
"My identity does not allow me to intervene in your war. Don't use those requests to help you repel those fleets."
"Just help me bring the first batch of supplies up. The church has already said that you will help us." Theresa came over, grabbed Hermione's hands, and put them on her chest, with a look of prayer on her face.
"That's enough to hold on until the supply lines are established again, please, beautiful Austin."
"You can let me bring the entire island's supplies up there."
"Other artillery supporting coordinated defense also needs to be supplemented, as well as guns and medicines for the wounded...
Listening to Teresa finish counting an arsenal, she almost couldn't hold her breath.
Although it is enough to reflect all the space in the mirror, this is really rude.
For the sake of creation magic and helping you find those materials, it doesn't matter if you bring it with you.
Obtaining the magic ritual happened to be given to Pope Derrick and he kept it in the church. It can be regarded as an exchange of benefits.
"Are you going to take two more missionaries?"
"That's not necessary. It's more useful than having two officers with you."
"You guys should figure this out yourself."
I didn't expect this kind of regional battle to last so long. It's better for Lun to just sit back and watch the Diaoyutai.
"Has their main fleet arrived?"
"No, most of them are mixed fleets that cooperate with the indigenous armed forces. Otherwise, we wouldn't be able to hold on for that long. Several flagships have been mixed in, which puts a lot of pressure on us. Now is not the time to break up."
"Is the Beyonder team up there okay?"
"The situation can still be maintained, and no saint will intervene."
After understanding the situation with Teresa, Hermione roughly understood that she should be the one to take the pirate ship with her when going to Berglit City.
It just so happens that I am going to the depths of the Southern Continent, so I will just go around and get to my destination.
"Watch your behavior."
Teresa squeezed together with her, acting like good sisters, but she didn't know how much calculation was behind her smiling face.
"How should I contact you after I have the information about those materials?"
Hermione directly gave her messenger a way to summon her, so that they could use each other in the future. We can cooperate on goals with common interests.
"You are indeed from the Sauron family, no wonder you don't care about all this."
"It's not the case a long time ago. Just don't talk nonsense. It's bad luck that my enemies come to visit you. Don't blame me."
The next morning, Hermione and Theresa sent Lucy off to Langeburg to go to Feneport with Fallon, and then went to meet Heinrich.
He saw Hermione asking about things inside Swan Castle first, and when he saw Hermione shaking her head, she didn't mention it again.
I felt sorry for those few people, but no one expected that North suddenly came out at that time.
I briefly talked about Konot Island and learned about the next step.
He can only wait now, waiting for the outcome of the negotiation with Roen, to ensure which side the armored ship's guns are aimed at.
When she left, she also went to see the local bishop Yanqi and told him about Garcia.
He was also very sorry about the incident at Swansea Castle. He didn't mention it. He just asked if he was in good condition and if he could get some more rest. It was like being given a bucket of cold water. He should have been informed by his superiors.
After Hermione and Theresa said goodbye and left, she didn't know what to say to them when they returned to Kamari Town. A lot of things of her own were also bothering her.
"Come and have a look when you have time. I have returned to Baylot. You are welcome to come at any time, my princess."
Teresa, who put on a men's white formal suit, looked more heroic and escorted Hermione to the train station.
"I am the daughter of a duke, not a princess. Goodbye."
Seeing Hermione's disappearing figure, Theresa's face returned to calmness and became a little more calm.
"It's not easy to confirm. Evana is a female name that has been used in the Sauron family. Hermione is trying to determine which Evana it is. Isn't it the old monster who has survived before?"
Teresa asked the coachman to drive back, and she meditated on it.
The steam whistle sounded, and Hermione stepped off the train and arrived at the largest city in the southern countries, the Free City of Berglit.
This is a prosperous place in the mountains. A large river has carved out a huge valley plain, surrounded by hills, and the city extends along the river.
When I was riding a private carriage, I encountered police blocking the street in front of me. As a result, all the traffic was crowded behind me. Those who were overtaking in the wrong direction made it impossible to turn around and leave.
There was no other way! Hermione had no choice but to give the coachman half of the fare, and headed towards the Church of Sant'Otini as directed on the map.
The densely packed streets above are not friendly at all, and even those with weak minds may not be able to understand them.
She directly picked the fastest street and walked through it, regardless of their narrowness or crowding. She would avoid them unless they smelled bad.
"Miss, is this your first time in Beglit? Do you need me to help you lead the way?"
The few people lying in the passage moved their positions appropriately.
"Hand over the money you have and I will let you pass. Don't force me to do anything."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The woman with a haggard and fierce face pulled up her still worn gray and black skirt and wanted to come over and take away the box in Hermione's hand.
Then the sundry lying on the side began to cough loudly and became weak, as did several other people.
Hermione continued to walk forward as if nothing was wrong, and saw some children squatting on both sides of the narrow corridor in the front and rear houses.
The environment inside was dim, with only the light coming from a crack above.
Muddy puddles and a putrid smell are standard features here, and the windows of the buildings above are also tightly closed with iron bars.
When the children saw Hermione stopping there, they all hid behind some debris, and some also sat there and watched boldly.
Ragged clothes, gray face, messy hair, numb and dull eyes.
She sighed and wanted to continue walking. Half of her body was exposed from behind the broken wooden frame. She smoothed the messy hair on her forehead with her hands and stared at her with a slightly chubby little face.
The smile went back again.
"Are you still abandoned? Olivia."
Hermione walked inside, came behind the rotten wooden frame, and squatted down regardless of the mess around her. Olivia lay among the debris and looked at her, with a smile on her lips.
His body was wrapped in rags of a tattered coat, with a small hole cut out between his hands. Small holes were poked out of the fitting edges and tied with ropes. His feet were wrapped in rags and rotten shoes, tied with several cloth straps and ropes.
Tight there.
The smell has long been assimilated to this place, the dark wall behind is stained with dirt, and the blanket on which I sit is like black charcoal.
Sitting here, she probably used up her last bit of energy just to say hello to herself. Her eyes were dim and her body was in a weak state.
The other children were watching from a distance with some fear. The coughing sounds outside were very disturbing.
