Hermione on the other side laughed a few times in her heart, and it wasn't you who stood up to her, anyone would say sarcastic remarks.
It seems that there is a certain probability that this group of people are fishing for Tillings, and what I see now are just weak baits.
"I hope you can stop them next time and don't let them run away again."
The people sitting at the table continued to write their own things and did not participate anymore.
"Berneteau, have you finished selecting your area? How are we going to arrange it?" Reina leaned over to read what the person sitting on the table had written.
"The choice has been made. Let the Yildi River District 2, West District 4, and South District 8 contribute first."
"Let's get ready right now."
"If you don't succeed, wait until next time. Don't delay what you are doing now."
After watching several people inside leave from one side, Beneteau turned back with a sneer on his lips.
Hermione marked this place and walked down the wooden stairs on one side. The store employee holding the bag leaned the things against the wall and walked down faster.
"When did someone go up there?" With doubts, he disappeared into the stacked shelves.
There was a low voice of prayer coming from the partition wall at the corner, and after it disappeared, there were some beating sounds.
She felt the mysterious connection from before again. The flickering light fell, like a seed rooted here spreading its roots around.
The already messy prayer scene was filled with people kneeling in a circle. They all had their hands folded and faced upwards, their eyes closed, their faces pious, and the corners of their mouths raised with a satisfied smile.
The extinguished candle wick emits invisible white smoke, and the prepared sacrificial materials have dissipated into powder.
Maintaining a certain distance, Hermione stared at the circle of dead people. The parts of them that were stuck together began to merge, their hair fell off, and their appearance became a little different, as if they were slowly losing focus and far away from reality.
"Is this dedication? Burning yourself is just a matter of people who have no choice!"
Hermione wiped the reflective glass hanging on the wall and left. Let's wait until the Tillings family finished their business.
It seems that both sides want to kill each other. I don't know who will win in the future. I should be able to see it until the end.
Although Loen has left a demigod governor behind, the elite team below is the backbone of public security, and the church does not have many manpower. It seems that this matter is intended to break out.
Reiner, who was tracked, went to the next location, relying on the mark left on him. Hermione returned behind them.
"May the Lord grant you strength beyond all, Reina."
The aisles here are narrow and old, and from time to time a few people nearby would talk to this group of people, giving endless encouragement while losing a part of their belongings.
"We will go back to how we were before."
At the chosen place, Hermione saw the previous scene again, which should be the precursor to large-scale ritual magic.
Is it just for hunting the Tillins? Or to take revenge on the Loen colonists? Or is someone about to be promoted?
The promotion path of believers of these special secret existences is different from that of the local ones. They need to please the existence above them, so it is reasonable to use these as sacrifices.
Along the way, she also saw a few people who were behaving strangely and didn't know which side they were spies from. Perhaps they could be given some guidance to make things more chaotic.
After being told that they were going to stay here for the night, Graf and Angelica packed their things and sat on the half-open balcony outside. Some people who didn't know what to say waited in silence.
Graf is not good at communicating with others, while Angelica is afraid that if she says the wrong thing, she will be angry with these people who have magical powers, and she will never be able to go back again.
Just when the two were thinking about how to break the awkwardness, there was a knock on the door. Graf, who had his own reflexes, was overtaken by Angelica.
"I'll go."
The door opened, and the unfamiliar local man took off his hat and held it in front of him, looking past the door frame and entering inside.
“Praise the Lord who transcends all, brothers and sisters, it’s time to make your contribution.”
