In the early morning on the outskirts of Pulitzer Port, the morning dew still hung on the leaves and grass, and bits of mist lingered in the distant woods. There were already huge crowds of people gathering on the relatively green grassland. Many people got up early in the morning, just hoping to take advantage of it.
It's a good position to have a clear view of what's going on inside the stadium.
A low and gentle slope on the grass is surrounded by scattered fences, and some guards are patrolling, which isolates a large open space. In front of it is the trace of a track, where you can see the competition more clearly, which is the best place.
Good viewing area.
People in uniforms are carrying a box for inspection on the track, with a long ribbon surrounding it. Many people set up simple tables and chairs outside the ribbon, filled with things to sell, which is a favorite of vendors.
On festivals like this, people tend to consume more than during ordinary times.
Hermione also came here with her family. She didn't expect that there was such a large grassland here. She hadn't been there yet? In the distance, she could see patches of forest, which should have been reserved for hunting. Who was it?
private property?
Gloor, who was wearing a yellow bubble skirt, was particularly excited today, holding hands with Eliza Yvonne and humming folk songs constantly. Royce and Voppel, who followed behind, were also very happy to see their quirky daughter.
Today, Hermione is wearing a black coat with a white lace lining, a high-waisted dark gray skirt, and a black top hat on her head, giving her a serious look rather than attending a celebration. Next to her is Royce's Loen Tradition.
The formal dress was incompatible with Voppel's lilac dress. Aga followed behind, wearing a maid's black and white dress, carrying a basket.
Arriving outside the small gentle slope, Royce handed the previous invitation letter to the guard, and after verifying it, he went to find a good seat with everyone.
In a house somewhere in the city of Pulitzer Harbour, Herminia opened the door of the room wearing a bath towel and saw Sylvia sitting on the bed with her knees in a daze. She had not yet put on her clothes, and there was a trace of tears in the corners of her eyes.
The bed in front of you.
"Now is not the time to be sad, you have to prepare quickly."
Herminia didn't care what her mood was now, she picked her up and walked out.
In the stable next to the racecourse, Julius was caressing a tall maroon horse with dark skin on the edges. Theo also led his mount for inspection, and a group of servants nearby were preparing saddles and other items.
"Julius, do you feel itchy/I feel a little itchy and a little bumpy on my body."
"I also feel a little bit, maybe I'm allergic to something. Just hold on."
From time to time, people came with horses in the wide stables. A handsome young man with brown hair and brown eyes came to Julius with a few supporters.
"Isn't this Julius? Are you in a bad mood? Did you work too hard at the Red Theater last night?" The people behind heard and laughed.
"Duke Crowborough, you are as good as ever!" Theo looked at the handsome men behind him.
"The competition is determined by victory and defeat. I hope you can be a little stronger than last year. Especially Julius, don't live up to my expectations for you."
Crowborough left with a look on his face, not forgetting to wink at Julius as he left. Julius stared at the retreating figure and clenched his fists.
"Calm down, Julius, you lost on impulse. He just wanted to anger you."
"I will definitely repay the old grudges and new grudges."
Seeing Julius' angry expression, Theo didn't know what to say. After all, those things were something a normal man couldn't bear.
There are gradually more and more people on the gentle slope, most of them are aristocratic people with gorgeous clothes and outstanding temperament.
It seemed that one could not get in here without a certain identity. Hermione also saw Grantster, who was wearing almost the same black as herself, and the Bishop of Canterbury from the Church of Storms. Mayor Crowley was talking to both of them.
Gloor chatted with Celia who came to see him, and Mary who came by the way. They met each other late and talked some nonsense and whimsical content. Aga took care of Eli on the picnic cloth spread out.
Shayvonne, the unfamiliarity around them obviously makes them a little cautious.
"Hi, Glor, I didn't expect you to be here."
Anna and Rick also came here, and those who looked somewhat similar to them should be their parents. After greeting each other, they left here, and Anna joined Gloria Celia Marie and others.
Rick, who was still staying in place, saw Hermione in front of him and suddenly remembered why he felt that Sylvia was familiar. Her aura was the same as that of the lady in front of him. Could it be that that girl was related to the lady in front of him.
Hermione also noticed Rick staring at her and asked, "You keep staring at me, is there anything on my face?"
Rick also noticed his rudeness, apologized and walked away with a blushing face.
"Is there any connection between this?" Rick decided to find a place further away and look around.
The first round of horse racing has begun, and crowds of people on the sidelines are cheering. Some come to watch the horse racing and enjoy the festival celebrations, while others participate in gambling, hoping that they can turn around this holiday.
Celia, Glor, Mary, Anna and others brought their younger brothers, sisters or friends to the front to watch, and commented on the horseman. Hermione saw Beson naturally stand behind them and put down the horse.
Come to your senses.
Grantster, who was not far away, waved to him, and Hermione walked over.
"Is this your special person? You really can't tell the difference." The Bishop of Canterbury said with a hint of majesty in his eyes.
"Yes, I can guarantee that she is on our side." Grantster replied, and there was a sense of peace and tranquility on his face that could not see the age, which made people feel closer to her unconsciously.
"Thank you for your help last time, Mr. Canterbury." Hermione saluted Canterbury.
"You're doing a great job, this is my duty, you're welcome." The Bishop of Canterbury kept his majestic expression, making it difficult to see his emotions clearly.
"Hey, are there new guests?" Mayor Crowley, who was chatting with a bunch of old men next to him, seemed to smell something and came back.
"Hello, I am the mayor of this city, Robert Crowley."
"Hello, Mayor Crowley, I am Hermione Evanna, a citizen of this city."
Hermione shook hands with Mayor Crowley and replied humorously.
"Haha, I thought Miss Hermione that your personality would be the same as your reserved beauty, but I didn't expect you to be so humorous."
After dealing with Mayor Crowley for a few words, who talked nonsense to everyone, Hermione looked at the horse racing in front of her, and it happened to be Julius's turn.
At the edge of the separated field, Sylvia walked in with the invitation. Now she has to wait for the right time to create an accident.
Half of the horses were running on the field. Suddenly, several groups of horses fell to the ground, and several people rolled down with them. The panicked horses didn't know whether they had trampled on the people, and the staff nearby hurriedly stepped forward to deal with it.
Everyone is not surprised that this kind of accident happens occasionally. The staff rescued the person in time and moved the horse away, so as not to affect the next wave.
In the farm in the south, the forest dolls were sitting cross-legged in a rune altar outlined with red blood. Weilang and the others were no longer here. Tatiana next to her saw the runes light up and disappeared.
Outside the racetrack, Julius, Theo, and a few unlucky guys were sitting there dejectedly.
"Theo, do you feel it? It seems like something is going to be lost from me."
"I feel the same way. Did you suffer internal injuries from the fall?"
In the crowd, Wei Lang was holding a rag doll, muttering something in his mouth, and his eyes were red. The people next to him saw it a little strange.
"Brother, what's wrong with you? There's something wrong with your body! Why are you rolling around?"
A man patted Weilang with his hand. Weilang's body began to expand instantly, and then exploded. The flush surged around like a flood. The person who patted him was instantly submerged, and darkness followed to limit the flush. People around him
The man fell to the ground and fell asleep for no apparent reason.
Hermione's eyes found that a girl lingering on the edge was suspicious, and the familiar aura made her judge. She quickly chased after her, but because there were a lot of people, the road was not easy to walk.
When they arrived at this place, they found that the girl had walked outside. Hermione climbed over the wooden railing, squeezed through the crowd, reached out and grabbed her shoulders.
The moment the girl turned her head, the sound of 'bang', 'bang', 'bang' sounded, and Hermione realized that something was wrong. She wanted to run away, but found that she couldn't do it. The person who turned around was Hermione.
The most familiar Tatiana.
'It's over.' I can't escape now. The mark left by the original witch in my body suddenly came to life and completely suppressed me.
"My dear, I miss you so much!"
"It turns out that the target is myself!"
Looking at Tatiana who was full of smiles, the two figures disappeared into the panicked crowd.
