The lights in Pulitzer were brightly lit at night, and the faint red light of the crescent moon covered the stars. Hermione sat on the sofa and read the Pulitzer Harbor Times.
Except for the official statement "Possibility of inland shipping connectivity between Pulitzer Harbor and the ports in the Middle Seas", the others are trivial matters, such as a certain explorer digging up treasures from the Balam Empire in the Southern Continent. This is not a trap.
Human! How can it be so easy to get something belonging to the God of Death?
Company xx is recruiting high-paying employees to develop the Southern Continent. Wealth and beauties are waiting for you, but death and slavery are not far behind. The pirate Frank Lee appears on the Hakata Port route, and it is recommended that everyone not get close there. Who is this person, and he can still occupy a page.
Hermione flipped to the third page, which finally contained news from the region. It seemed that newspapers were the same everywhere, and unscrupulous media people did not respect national boundaries. Most of them reported on some church charity projects, as well as some economic analysis articles.
A small box below also reported that a murder occurred in a house in the northwest city. The deceased was a businessman who was planning to promote bicycles for civilians. His blood was drained and he died.
Hermione closed the door, it was more convenient to listen to the TV directly. There were too many perverts in this place, and they dealt with so many weird cases, it was still a bit jarring to see them again.
Grohl lay weakly on the sofa holding a color-printed copy of Adventurer's Weekly. Hermione felt that someone else should have come here. The layout and titles were very similar to the magazines she had seen before.
The cover says "The Lost Land of the God of War". A large area of orange light shrouds a lake, and a crimson moon hangs in the distance. It looks like that. Some fellow countryman also learned the tricks of marketing accounts.
Already.
Hermione pulled Grohl over and opened the rua. She stroked the smooth dark golden hair and pinched the fair face. Hermione couldn't put it down.
"Everyone doesn't love me anymore. Dad, when will you come back?" Grohl buried his face directly in Hermione's arms. When he came back, his mother, Mrs. Vopel, saw his imageless look and was lectured again. The whole thing
Everyone feels bad.
Aga, the maid who was taking care of Diego, saw her like this and reminded her, "Miss Glore, if you are seen like this by Madam, you will be scolded."
At this time, Diego was teaching Eliza Yvonne her homework in the room in the corridor. Maybe he was a little angry again after walking around the previous place, or he was sympathetic to the same situation as himself.
"Aga, don't worry, just let me be like this. No one loves me anymore anyway." Her eyes with green pupils began to moisten, and Hermione almost laughed when she saw the upper body of Grohl in her arms.
"Glore, what did I just say?" Mrs. Vopel came to the living room wearing a long blue casual dress, holding a piece of yellow lace paper in her hand, and her dark blond hair was pulled back on her head.
"I know, Mom." Grohl sat up obediently, no longer lying in Hermione's arms.
Mrs. Woppel sat on the sofa and told everyone about the contents of the paper.
"It's autumn now, and the horse racing day celebration is coming. Everyone will go there to participate, so we have to make preparations. The organizers have given us a good viewing position."
"Mom, can I go? I can ride a horse."
"Glor, you know that riding a horse is a very dangerous thing. What to do if you fall, what to do if the horse goes crazy, and..."
"Then let's wait until dad comes back!"
"It's not even possible for dad to come back."
Grohl buried his head in Hermione's arms again. This was the first time Hermione had heard that it should have been formed during the gap between his absence! It is normal for the changes in the times to bring about changes in festivals.
However, according to memories, people in this world have very few entertainment activities. These rare celebrations are just for everyone to relax, so they have been passed down.
"On horse racing day, I heard that there were outstanding young nobles from all over the place. Unfortunately, I could only stand very far away and couldn't see the track." Ajia said with a little envy at the right time.
Hermione touched Grohl and joked, "If you don't obey me, Mrs. Woppel will choose someone to marry for you."
"Although I'm still young, you can't fool me."
"This can indeed be considered, Grohl is not young anymore." Wopel said seriously. Grohl jumped up and sat back in Wopel's arms to act coquettishly. Everyone laughed when they saw this.
At this time, outside a house somewhere in the city, Sylvia and Karen were standing in the shadows. Among the houses side by side, this was the only one with dim lights, which was convenient for them.
"You'll have to figure it out on your own from the beginning. I'll give you tips, but I won't be of any help."
"Of course, I will solve it myself."
"Very good, you are quite worthy of training. If you can complete your revenge, I may recommend you to join my secret organization."
Sylvia disappeared into the shadows, and Karen stalked through the darkness and into the house.
The villages on the outskirts of the city are at crossroads, and there are many pedestrians. Some are returning from work, and some are gathered by vendors setting up stalls nearby, making the road a bit crowded. The tavern and hotel shop next to it is already full of people.
At the table on the road, Fat Wei Lang had his own room, and next to him were two middle-aged men with curly hair and messy beards, and a younger one, drinking beer without alcohol flavor together.
"I said, Wei Lang, why don't you rush in? You're just a woman. Next time, when the man is not around, just rush in and we'll help you hold down the village chief and his brothers."
"Yes, that punch made me hurt for several days. That guy was so cruel. He must teach his family a lesson."
"When they first arrived, there were so many big and small boxes. There must be a lot of valuable things. After they got it, we all shared it equally and hid for a while. What can an outsider say?"
"That woman is a rare beauty! She can compare with the aristocratic ladies and ladies in the city. I saw such a beauty last time at the Red Theater, but it's a pity that they were only enjoyed by the gentlemen."
"I think the Fina opposite is a good match for you." One of them pointed at the strong woman selling bread pies at the stall opposite. She had an ordinary appearance, her apron was stained with oil, and her arms were strong and muscular.
"Fina! I'm afraid I'll be crushed to death by her arm, so I'll leave it to you." The man said drunkenly. Laughter sounded all around.
"You cowards, I have been yelling at the door for so long, and you are hiding behind to watch the show. After so long, my little pet is probably dead inside."
"Wei Lang, what you said is wrong. The village chief and his brothers are watching! You are not afraid, we are!"
"You can just catch a few more of those little green imps and raise them,"
"You think you can catch them if you want. Damn it, I will make them pay the price."
The fat on Wei Lang's face was squeezed together, which was extremely vicious. Thinking of this, his heart ached. Those little devils were left behind by his father. He didn't know how his father got them. One night more than ten years ago
My father has not come back since he left. Very few people know about it, and only the few accomplices in front of him know about it.
I originally wanted to touch the outsiders to see if they had anything valuable, or to get unexpected gains, but after entering the forest, there was no news. I had to find an opportunity to go in. Such a useful little devil cannot be lost in vain.
Aloysius kept running through the woods behind, and several small things wrapped around his body were attacking him. He raised his hand to swat away the flying bows and arrows, and quickly led them to the trap area.
Looking at the burning pit in front of him, the traps and magic set by himself and his wife unexpectedly caught several extinct special extraordinary creatures - forest dolls, as tall as human knees, with green or gray-brown bodies and skin as dry as bark.
Demonic facial features.
According to the diary records I read in the Lundberg Library, some ancient and isolated tribes in the southern continent would mummify dead babies, and then use their unique rituals to ask for the power of the gods to resurrect the doll.
Looking at the few flocculent crystals in his hand, Aloysius fell into deep thought, "That Weilang is very suspicious, but he is just a relatively strong normal person; or these things have been living in the forest."
