"Ms. Hermione, I didn't expect you to love my silly son so much. I'm sorry to delay your schedule." Mrs. Dermot, who kept talking about the situation, had already learned that Hermione had agreed to her son's request, and her expression was a little hesitant.
Take a few more glances at Hermione under the black veil.
I found that my inner affection for Hermione was constantly increasing, and it seemed as if there was a voice telling me to say yes. I also considered that it was not good to delay others, so I was confused about it for a moment.
When Salmont came out, he saw a few people chatting and couldn't help but join in. After understanding the general situation, he spoke.
"This is very good! It will help Hans grow up. Let me test Ms. Hermione's ability to master various languages!"
"Really, it will be okay with your help."
Mrs. Dermot glanced at Salmont, thought for a while and felt that it was nothing. Anyway, she was very satisfied, so she decided to follow her heart.
Hermione passed these simple translations naturally. After all, she had traveled all over the country back then. She had never learned anything or seen anything, so she really couldn't use divination.
"Ms. Hermione, I didn't expect that your language skills are very good. I even want you to come here to translate all kinds of books."
Samant continued to praise Hermione, told Mrs. Dermot about the results, and left in time to receive the next visitor. He couldn't help but take a few more glances.
"Sister Hermione, I knew you would succeed." Hans was the most excited and jumped in front of Hermione. If he hadn't been in the church, he would have jumped up and circled in celebration.
"Mom, you see what I said is right."
"My little Hans, please pay attention to your appearance."
Mrs. Dermot could only keep reminding Hans about the etiquette he should pay attention to in public places, but she did not directly stop him. They were a newly rising class of citizens, and their etiquette requirements were much simpler and more practical.
"Ms. Hermione, you can also move to our place. After all, the hotel here is similar to the house on Overly Avenue. It's really hard to imagine that you stayed for so long."
"Maybe it's because I often explore deep mountains and jungles and have more experiences, so I don't care so much about these anymore."
Of course not, I care about it too! After Hermione chose her room, she hired someone to clean it again, and she used magic to clean it again. With her own special aura, even microorganisms did not dare to come close to her residence, let alone
Let’s talk about other things.
The hotel owner has recently lamented that his shop has been free of mice, cockroaches and other small guests. Is it because the God of Knowledge and Wisdom has appeared and given blessings to believers that his business has improved a lot recently?
"Then I have to trouble you, the great adventurer, to tell Hans more about the dangers outside. It's good for children to be curious, but they often forget that there is an old mother who is worried about him."
"Not everyone is suitable for going to the outside world. Sometimes the dream weaved at home is also the best destination for you."
Hermione and Mrs. Dermot looked at each other understandingly, and Ada watched Hans follow the two people in front.
Today, many people with shabby clothes and dirty bodies came here. Since Salmont became a doctor, believers who could not afford to go to the hospital for treatment have come here to seek hope. Father Gerhardt asked not to drive them away, but to come here as long as they are willing.
Can come.
Avoiding the poor people who came to seek help, Mrs. Dermot said goodbye to Hermione on the Marble Square. They came at a very fixed time, just enough to avoid subsequent visitors.
"Ms. Hermione, I will ask the coachman to pick you up at the hotel later. You can go back and get ready. See you in the afternoon."
"Sister Hermione, see you in the afternoon."
Hermione waved goodbye to Hans and Mrs. Dermot as he left. She could feel that Salmont seemed to have something to say to her, and she had noticed all his actions in the past few days.
After walking out of the intact marble square, Hermione set foot on the road back to the hotel. There were many carriages pulling oak barrels on the roadside. She and Hermione went to the street of the hotel and stopped at the bar next to the houses opposite.
Employees who had been waiting outside began to load and unload oak barrels. The mellow aroma filled the streets, attracting many people to watch.
"Beautiful lady, you are back!" The hotel owner didn't know why he was so enthusiastic about Hermione these days, and he took the initiative to say hello when he saw Hermione.
"The latest batch of white wine from the Baden Valley has been shipped to the other side. Madam, you can come and try it if you are free tonight. Although it is not as good as the mixed wine in the big cities, it still has a unique flavor. There is also pure barley and hops.
There are also many types of craft white beers and dark beers, sour beers should be suitable for you.”
The southern countries here have thoroughly preserved their traditions, and the craft beer and wine are also very suitable for Hermione's taste.
In addition, people here generally like hams, sausages, and red sausages made from pork. They are very delicious when eaten with whole-wheat bread with sauce. Of course, they must be fried or grilled, so that the flavor is better preserved. Boiled and mixed with salads, they are also delicious.
Hermione was a little in awe.
Due to the pressure of life, few people here can often eat these things. Most of them eat products such as sea fish, or sell sea fish to other places in exchange for meat, so as to save costs by making them themselves.
"Lucius, I'm leaving here. I promised someone else to be his tutor for a while. Thank you for your warm hospitality."
The owner of the hotel was Lucius Shuze. He became familiar with Hermione who was walking around in the past few days. He felt a little regretful when he saw Hermione leaving and going upstairs.
"Hey, stay away and don't hinder my business. Who wants to come to my shop with you at the door?" Lucius saw the beggars outside and slowly pushed them to the door of his shop, and hurried to drive them away.
Hermione returned to the bedroom to simply pack her things, folded the newly bought dresses and put them in the suitcase. With a traveler here, she wouldn't have to worry so much. She could go to any safe place in the world.
Seeing Hermione coming down with the suitcase, Lucius ignored the people outside and hurried forward. As a middle-aged man, he could not help but have a somewhat rounded look, which made Hermione think he was one of those salesmen.
"Lucius, shopkeeper, what can I do for you?"
"Beautiful Ms. Hermione, can you have a meal before leaving? I'm ready."
Looking at the embarrassed Lucius in front of her, he was about the same height as herself, which seemed a bit funny. But Hermione also understood that except for meeting some tall people from better families, most of them were about the same level as herself, and there were reasons such as malnutrition.
Yes. Also, I seem to be a bit taller, about 1.7 meters tall. This seems to be an inheritance from family genes.
Following Lucius to the quieter booth, there was a meat platter on the table, including local meats such as common ham slices and sausages; creamy mashed potatoes that can be spread on bread; tomatoes, cucumbers,
Mixed vegetable salads such as lettuce; and the common staple whole-wheat bread, with pate, jam, and icing on the side, you can choose according to your own taste; your favorite layer cakes and goat yogurt are also available.
There is a bottle of red mead from the Baden Valley.
'Why is it so grand? You don't serve some ordinary sea fish or more ordinary dishes like you do to fool ordinary tourists.' Hermione didn't see so many types on the menu. The meat was basically a whole fish.
More than a dozen patterns.
"Lucius, shopkeeper, what are you doing?" Hermione just pretended to be stupid, shopkeeper, this was not your intention.
"That's right, Ms. Hermione, I see that you have been going to the church a lot recently. Have you encountered something? Or are you homeless? You see, I have been busy for half my life, so I have my own property here.
Will you live here with me?"
Lucius's eyes were a little dodgey, he didn't dare to look directly at Hermione, he could only keep observing with his peripheral vision.
"Lucius, shopkeeper, with your conditions, you can find a woman in Kamari Town who can help you with your work. Why do you fall in love with me? If I am a liar and take away all your property, wouldn't you be in vain?
I’ve been busy for half my life.”
Hermione wanted to laugh a little, but she didn't expect that the reason for preparing so grandly was to confess to herself. Unfortunately, she was a walking disaster, and there would be no good outcome if she got too involved with herself.
"I believe Ms. Hermione that you are not such a person, and I am willing to dedicate my property to you."
At this time, Lucius looked at Hermione with fascination through the black veil, and the intoxication on his face showed that he was still in his imagination.
'Have I been affected by my own charm? I am really guilty!' Hermione thought and had to quickly correct Lucius. He might have been like this because he had been distressed for too long before.
"I'm sorry, I'm engaged to someone else, and I often wander outside."
Hermione secretly stimulated Lucius's spirit and asked him to wake up and hear these words so that he could give up on her. She did not lie to him. She was engaged to a girl more than a thousand years ago.
However, he did not become a Iron-Blooded Knight, nor did he have a child with a man before being promoted like his mother.
"Is that so? Yes, a lady with such a temperament is not simple at first sight."
Lucius skipped the previous steps and drank the red mead. The sweetness in his mouth turned into bitterness. Hermione, who was sitting opposite, found a reason to leave. There are always some regrets in life. I hope you can make it happen.
Go away!
When they arrived at the door of the store, the coachman was already waiting here. After asking Hermione her identity, he took her to Geisler's house. The road was a bit old and bumpy when walking.
