After listening to what several people shared, Hermione followed them to the familiar study room, where there was a new tutor, a mature lady.
He looks about thirty years old, his appearance is pretty good, his hair is parted and tied back, and the overall look is dry and neat, with a hint of intellectuality and motherhood. At least some thought was put into the selection.
"Hello, I am Alfred Beuile, Hans Emma and his family's current tutor. You are indeed as beautiful as Hans and the others said."
"Thank you, my name is Hermione Evanna."
After that, he went to see the excited Marilis and talked to her about the progress of the matter. After learning that there was still hope, he advised Hermione not to blame herself too much.
After waiting for a while, Geisler, who had not left much, came back and saw that Hermione felt a little guilty. He had not kept his promise.
Hermione felt that there was no need for him to feel guilty about anything. He was an outsider and should feel guilty about his wife and children. What was he doing?
I told him about Dermot's situation and my plans, but of course the dangerous part was hidden.
"You are the authority in this area, and we all believe in you."
"I will work hard and never fail again."
Everyone in front of them was sitting on the sofa, looking like a neat family, which reminded Hermione of her own home in the past.
"See you next time."
"When is the next time, Sister Hermione?"
"Soon, it will come soon."
After touching Hans and Emma's heads and briefly talking to them, I left directly and returned to St. Christopher's Church. It would be better to avoid it in the future.
Jorah and Flagg, who had some complicated emotions outside, also came back, and it seemed that something had happened to them.
"Are you ready? We're leaving."
"Let's go, familiar sea, I'm back again."
"I actually don't want to go. It's nice to be on land."
The light came on, and several people waved goodbye to Father Gerhardt in front of them. The three of them went from the spiritual world passage to their destination in the southern continent, Port Alesser.
"Eh!"
After seeing off the guests, Father Gerhardt, who felt a little melancholy, came to the courtyard behind and opened the door. Inside, there was Eva with a swollen belly.
When she saw the old man coming in, she quickly got up and put down what she was holding.
"I actually knew it even if you didn't tell me."
"Uncle Gerhardt, thank you."
In the spirit world, Hermione directly wrapped the two people following her with spider silk. The strange creatures around her were afraid of her breath and did not stop the few people who were teleporting at high speed.
Several powerful auras came at random, and she asked the two of them to close their eyes and raise their hair to drive them away.
As the light flickered, the three of them appeared in an independent courtyard, and the air around them became hotter.
Jorah and Flagg hurriedly took off their thick clothes, the heat wave was a bit intense.
"You are welcome to come. I have been waiting for a long time. The situation on the island cannot be delayed for too long."
A middle-aged man in formal attire with a medium build and a slingback walked out of the aisle on one side, followed by a mixed-race man with a yellowish complexion, and another one who was similar to Ma Xi in the Northern Continent.
"Are you Bahim?"
"Your Excellency Austin, I have long admired you. The next step is to rely on you, Jorah, and Flagg."
A few people sat on the tables and chairs in the yard and started chatting. Now it was a matter of sending Jorah and the others to White Bird Island, and then going to Konot Island themselves.
Bahm told them the latest information. There were problems with two new artillery pieces. The barrels had reached the end of their life and the brake reciprocators were scrapped.
Relying on the cooperation of other old-fashioned artillery positions, the indigenous mixed fleets of Intis and Fenebaud can still be suppressed, but the artillery shells cannot appear out of thin air.
There are also a large number of injured people who need medicines, and now they can survive on it, which is completely a humanitarian check issued by Si West.
"Let's go to the arsenal. Are there any difficulties?"
Hermione felt that Bahm was completely walking and talking, but now it was a little detoured, and there must be some problem.
"Colonel Knox, the leader of Loen here, said that our part has been urgently transferred to support South Austrian State. Let us wait for the next time."
"Are you sure those things are in there?"
"Sure, I'm still sure of this."
"Lead the way, let's go."
Bahm led the three of them out of the yard to the streets outside. There were people of mixed race from the northern and southern continents, and there were quite a few indigenous police patrolling the streets.
Just walking through this street, Hermione had already noticed that many people were staring at her few strangers, standing in a skillful and natural manner.
There are also fights in the streets. The patrol police have no eyes at all and only protect people traveling with accompanying people.
She avoided those 'innocent children' who happened to bump into her and followed Bahm for a while.
The warehouse near the edge of the city was guarded by several rows of Loen soldiers. Bahm quickly went over to identify himself. The other party went in and announced how many people were left here.
Not long after, a middle-aged man wearing Loen's red colonel uniform came out to greet them, as enthusiastically as a friend he hadn't seen for many years. There was a bullet-grazed wound on his wrinkled face.
"Bahm, come in and have a cup of tea together. The military supplies will be here soon."
He noticed that Hermione next to him quickly stepped back and was alert. The aura emitted by the other person was terrifying and oppressive.
"Colonel Knox, we really can't delay this any longer. If this continues, our people will surrender to them. We will be able to win something from anyone by then."
"It seems that you are well prepared, so take it away and don't expose us."
Knox, who had a complex expression on his face, led Bahm and his entourage in. Some Loen soldiers resting around them looked at the strangers curiously.
After asking the soldiers to open the door of a warehouse, Knox asked them to leave directly and took these people in. Let's see how you can carry so much.
Inside, there were piles of tall dark green square boxes of various sizes, as well as artillery parts wrapped in oil paper. The aisle in the middle spread into the dark depths inside.
"It's all here, 9,190 artillery shells of various types, 100,000 rounds of fixed powder bullets, and various supporting parts for maintenance."
"You actually have so much backlog. Do you know that we are dying every day?"
Bachem was so excited that he grabbed Knox's collar. They had all bought these with money and had already agreed on the transportation agreement. He didn't expect the other party to be so shameless.
"I am giving face to the strong man next to me. I can only carry out the orders from above. Everyone is their own master."
"Are the parts for the new artillery also in it?"
"Of course, we will continue to do business later, and our credibility cannot be lost."
Knox unwrapped the oil paper, which was indeed the replacement barrel of the new A-130 artillery gun and the repair parts underneath.
