Hermione was isolated from the hustle and bustle of the outside world, her entire face hidden under a black veil, staring at her black thin-strap short boots. In the eyes of outsiders, she was like someone who was angry with her family. Negative emotions quickly infiltrated the surroundings, and those who were watching
I can't help but feel sad.
The white pigeon passed by, Hermione raised her expressionless face, her light blue eyes were dim, she saw the fountain gushing in front of her, the beggar who tried to steal the pigeon secretly, and the church employee who was angrily scolding him, in the hands of the employee
The big bowl he was carrying still had a lot of rice grains.
Hermione ignored this and walked into the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom. Father Gerhardt was not there, but a strange face. Hermione found a seat to sit down. The God of Knowledge and Wisdom probably wouldn't mind her coming here.
Calm down, everyone has nothing to conflict with.
"Ms. Hermione, we meet again. Have you encountered any troubles?"
Father Gerhardt, who didn't know what happened, sat down next to Hermione and asked like an old man about the troubles of the younger generations in the family.
"Father Gerhardt, where is your hometown?"
"I was born here in the town of Kamari, and by chance I got the opportunity to become a preacher for God, so I later returned to my hometown to fulfill my responsibilities."
"It's great, right at home." Hermione looked at Father Gerhardt with a wry smile.
"Is there something wrong at home? I have never experienced the pain of being away from home, but I will be your most loyal listener."
"I may never go back to that place that I can't go back to." Hermione said without confidence. There should be a way!
"Isn't it just possible? You can't give up any opportunity you can seize. Even if you fail in the end, you have at least tried hard."
Father Gerhardt comforted Hermione. When he was young, he also faced the world and was confused by the experiences of the world. In his opinion, this might be because Hermione was not mature enough.
"There once was a young man in this town who was called a genius. He was lucky enough to be admitted in the joint examination and went to a distant university to study. Far away from the morning of the town, the ocean of the town, and the people of the town.
"There, he was still a genius, but under increasing pressure and disappointment in reality, he also began to regress, and his grades were worse each time. Gradually, the teacher became disappointed with him, and his proud father also became disappointed.
He stooped and sighed, feeling that the people in the town were beginning to laugh at him and his incompetence.
"He ran away from the university, the town, and his parents in fear, and kept wandering around the countries like a ghost. Until that day, he met a person, a lifelong friend, who took him into the world of knowledge.
The new palace.
"If you are confused, then look for your own answers. One day, you will encounter the answers. As a friend, I can only give these trivial suggestions.
After listening, Hermione sincerely thanked the priest. This time he did not use the name of God to explain herself, which showed that he really regarded her as a friend. It seemed that Father Gerhardt also had a very exciting life.
"Don't worry! Father Gerhardt, I won't be that fragile."
"It is a good thing to have fighting spirit, but forcing it on is not the answer. If you still have doubts, you can continue to come to me. God will not reject everyone who needs salvation. Only knowledge is eternal!"
"Only knowledge is eternal!" Hermione prayed to the Fool in her heart, hoping that this would still be possible.
After Father Gerhard finished speaking, he left here. He was the chief priest of the church and had a lot of things to deal with. Before he took a few steps, he was surrounded by several people, and then he continued to start his own persuasion.
"Ms. Hermione, your worries will only increase as you think about them. Why don't you go have a drink?"
The deacon Salmon Garn came to Hermione, and Hermione noticed that his ordinary appearance had changed a bit, becoming more handsome. Was it the change brought about by his potion?
"No, I just want to be alone now. Thank you Salmont, you are such a good person."
Wine was of no use to him, and drinking it wouldn't relieve his worries, so he might as well stay calm for a while. When Samant saw Hermione, he refused no matter what she wanted. He could only leave angrily, and returned with some doubts when he left.
I took a few glances.
"Sister, is that you?"
The childish voice brought Hermione back to reality. The cute boy stood beside him a little excited, and the maid Adele standing behind him was looking after him.
"it's me."
Hermione turned her head and saw Hans in front of her. Her brown eyes reflected Hermione's appearance. His soft white skin and brown-blond hair made him really cute.
Seeing the innocent child, Hermione felt much better. She touched his hair and hugged him. He didn't know how many girls he would be fascinated by when he grew up. Behind him, Adai was taking care of him responsibly.
Hans, with his round little face, smiled and greeted Hermione. He was still wearing a black and white maid uniform. This time, there was a skirt that tightened around the waist, making her burden appear.
"Ms. Adai, it's not easy for you either!" Hermione also said to her.
"This is my duty. Thank you for your compliment, Ms. Hermione."
"What are you here for?" Hermione realized as soon as she said it that there was something wrong with her words. This is a church, and they are believers in the God of Knowledge and Wisdom. It is normal to come here. But she, a pagan, came here to express her inner thoughts.
There is a problem only when you pray to your own God.
"We come here not only for daily prayers, but also for my mother to come here for medical treatment."
After Hans finished speaking, he pointed to the person in front of him, which was his mother Dermot. She was wearing a duck egg green dress today, with a lace hat on her curly hair, and her face seemed a little melancholy.
Looking back, Dermot seemed to remember that it was Hermione, someone he had met a few days ago, and nodded. The girl's appearance was a bit special and beautiful, which she could not forget.
Hermione turned on her spiritual vision and saw Dermot. She found that there was nothing wrong with her body, but it might be caused by mental confusion. It would be better to find a psychiatrist. 'I really want to recommend Audrey's friend Susie to you.'
Samant stepped forward and took Dermot to the back area. There seemed to be many people waiting behind him.
"Does he also treat diseases? Is he a pharmacist or a doctor?" Hermione didn't care too much. It was a good thing that he was willing to treat everyone. At least ordinary people could suffer less and have more hope.
"Sister, what are you doing here!"
Hans was a little curious when he saw that Hermione hadn't moved since she looked in front of her. She had been thinking about it.
"I'm here thinking about what I'm going to eat later, what I'm going to eat tomorrow, and what I'm going to eat the day after tomorrow. No matter how much I think about it, I can't come up with an answer."
"Do you have to think about this? I always eat whatever I have, and then study afterward. I have never thought about this."
Looking at Hans who was a little confused, Hermione raised the corner of her mouth. Children are easy to fool. Adele, who had already sat down behind, also understood and was also holding back a smile.
Hans looked at the two of them and realized that he had been bypassed.
"Sister, how can you make fun of me? I respect you so much."
"Okay! If others want me to make fun of my sister, it's okay. In fact, I'm thinking about where to go next."
Hermione touched little Hans, comforted him, and let him lean against her.
"You can go home!"
"I can't go back to my home, my hometown."
"Is that so? I don't know, I haven't left home yet." Hans was lost in thought.
Looking at Hans who was suddenly confused, Hermione told him not to think too much, it was her own question.
After a while, Mrs. Dermot walked out talking and laughing, turned around and said goodbye to Salmont behind her, and walked towards here, while Salmont continued to receive the next person.
"Ms. Hermione, I didn't expect to meet you again. You can come to our home when you have time."
After a few brief greetings, Mrs. Dermot left with Hans and the maid Ade, not forgetting to wave goodbye to her.
"Sister, will you still be here tomorrow?"
"If nothing else happens, it will still be there!"
"See you tomorrow, sister."
"See you tomorrow, Hans."
After sending Hans and the others away, Hermione was also going to go out for a walk. Maybe she would have some adventure. When she used to play games, she could occasionally open treasure chests in the grass and get rare props.
The sunlight caused some people to disappear on the street. Hermione walked towards the street in the direction of her hotel. When passing by a small stall, she bought a pancake on the roadside. She didn't know why she bought it. She saw a small vendor.
Helpless?
After passing the hotel and continuing towards the fields at the far end, I don't know when I saw a dirty little boy next to me, swallowing his saliva and looking at Hermione's uneaten Dixie pie.
"Here you go, I don't have any anymore."
After the boy got it, he stuffed it into his mouth and said something inarticulately. Hermione didn't hear clearly and left the place quickly.
