The man in the coffin waited for Hermione's memories to end before continuing to speak. Everyone was in a bad state now! They all experienced similar experiences.
"She should be an immortal or a ferryman. Logically speaking, she should be able to live a little longer now. Let's see if she has turned into an evil spirit."
"Are you a little concerned about her? She has a pretty good temperament and fits her image. Let me help you see if I can help you renew your relationship."
Hermione directly joked that it would be nice to become an evil spirit and bring her back here. Let the two of them form an elderly companion.
"Forget it, I can't stand her character and bad temper, so don't come. Didn't you often threaten her until she lost your temper? You are more suitable."
"Let's talk about it after seeing it later. She deserves it, and so do we. Let's just die when we die."
"You have changed a little, and you care a little about ordinary people. Since you have protected them, you have to pay a price. But Veronica's ritual was indeed too much."
The person in the coffin noticed the depression and fatigue in Hermione's will, otherwise he wouldn't have said these words inexplicably. Who can reach this level has clean hands, there is no need to express it.
"Evanna, you'd better find someone to comfort your heart, and develop more anchors. I'm really afraid that you will never wake up again, the you who belongs to you."
"I have some ideas that I would like to share with you." Hermione didn't know how to reply, so she brought up the modern movement that the Northern Continent had started and talked about it.
After listening to this, the man in the coffin thought for a moment. Some of them were pretty good, but it would be even better if they had a place where they could kick the ball.
"I can help you with this. Send a telegram to the people in your association and ask them to authorize my St. Maren Chamber of Commerce to establish a Southern Continent League."
"Then you should be careful not to lose all your money, investment is risky." Hermione gave a few words of caution.
"With you in charge, I won't be afraid of creditors running away. This is still reliable."
Angelica above is wearing Graf's long dress and sitting on the sofa, eating food she hasn't seen for a long time. It feels like she has finally returned to civilization.
If she stayed there longer, she felt that she would become one of those primitive tribesmen and would never come to this place again.
"Drink some juice, don't be in such a hurry. I'll pick out some clothes for you later."
"Thank you, Miss Graf."
"You're welcome. If you need anything, come see me outside."
The enthusiastic Graf was obviously not very good at communicating. After saying a few words and having nothing to say, he left, leaving behind a somewhat reserved Angelica.
In Pulitzer Harbour, Celia and Glore, who brought their children to experience the atmosphere of Pulitzer University, were walking on the campus road wearing thick winter coats.
Wopel, who originally didn't plan to let them go out, reluctantly agreed to let them go out when they saw Silica. Mainly because her daughter had too many whimsical ideas and she was worried that she would use her apprentice's door-opening skills to take the little one with her.
What did the child run to?
"Celia, can you travel through the spirit world? I heard from my father that you have to go to the traveler's house. I still have a long time."
"Voss said my route was too dangerous, so he found something for me to block that perception. I don't know now."
"Indeed, my father also said that you need some protection. That Hidden Sage is a bad thing."
The two chatted about school buildings and Hermione's problems, feeling a little uneasy after not seeing each other again.
"Why did the red sister before disappear and turn into this little thing? I always feel like something happened to her?"
"Maybe it's time to apply for a job and find another employee."
"It's a pity. Although she scared me the first time, she was quite kind afterwards."
Bailot, Palina Hill looked at the somewhat deserted door and walked into the small Church of the Fool inside. The person in charge, the giant Ivanovich, saw her arrival and raised his hand to greet her.
"My lord, Palina, how are you controlling it?"
"Thanks to my Lord the Fool and you, I have no problem now. I feel very good."
"Then let's prepare the content of today's sermon. As long as we serve religiously, the Lord will always protect us."
Because of the city of Bordeaux in the Tisril Special Administrative Region, the whole area here is firmly controlled by the Sauron family, and it is the core settlement after they moved the family here.
Even when Roselle came to power, he was not able to completely liquidate this place. Perhaps he didn't care at all. He also allowed the Sauron family to continue to own the place where they could revive.
Inside the ancient castle built under the mountains, several red-haired old men sat around a faded table. There were many young red-haired faces sitting in the second row behind, both men and women. But the few in front were none.
With one exception, they are all men.
"You should also read the news that Georg sent back. He is still alive, so it should be him."
The young people behind are all wondering about this sentence, who is he, from his own family?
"It's unbelievable. I heard that he came from the path of a witch. It must be a disaster. After all, she took away the '0' sealed object back then, otherwise she wouldn't have beaten Georg so hard."
"This is the inheritance of the will of our ancestors. We can have the strength to get back our share of conquerors from the Iron-Blooded Cross."
The reactions of several people were different, and their calculations of gains and losses were also different. After each said a few words, they calmed down.
It seemed that he didn't even know when he woke up, and he didn't seem to be planning to come back.
The only one who said that seems to still want to come back to seek revenge. We still have to go back and read the records of the grudges from back then to find out what happened.
"Leo, why don't you tell me? After all, you are his direct blood descendant. There is a chance to persuade him."
The old man named Leo put his hands on the table. Some of his white shoulder-length red hair was combed back by him. The wrinkles on his face were not deep, and he looked generally in good spirits.
"What can I say? He said that he must have died because of the promotion of his ancestor Leo XI to the Conqueror. They have a deep love for each other as sisters, what can I say?"
"You just want to use Him to satisfy your own ambitions, but don't forget that today is different from the past. Without the support of the church, what is the use of an angel?"
As the contemporary head of Leo's family, Leo had to consider the reality. None of them planned to come back, or they had been kicked out as early as that year. What's the use of talking about it now.
Moreover, the two major churches are very satisfied with the current political situation. Without the royal family, they seem to have nothing to lose. Letting people they support govern can also alleviate social conflicts.
Your family is like a bunch of vampires now. It’s great that the church can tolerate you maintaining your current situation. Do you really think that it’s so easy to restore its past glory?
His words also made everyone present think silently, and some of their original thoughts were suppressed and they regained their composure.
