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Chapter 59 Arrogance not suitable for Intis

The car drove through some dirty streets. Although the road ahead was paved with a lot of gravel, it was still a bit muddy. The car came to a manor area on the edge of the town. The terrain here was higher and the ocean in the distance could be seen.

Along the wide road, you can see many manor houses next to each other.

The carriage drove familiarly to a manor. Outside the manor was a grassland that separated a small forest and farmland. The iron thorns on the fence were entangled with many vines. The manor was not big. The carriage was parked aside. The driver was doing maintenance. He must be Dermot.

The car is exclusively for my wife’s trip.

In front of her was a renovated castle, which had been transformed into a new-style villa that has been popular in recent years, with windows for more lighting and floor-to-ceiling windows in the main hall on the second floor. It seemed that this family was quite wealthy, and Hermione was probably familiar with the terrain.

I figured out the escape route in my mind. There was also a gardener inside trimming overgrown plants.

Hermione got off the car directly at the door. The house in front was only more than ten meters away. The road did not lead directly to the front door of the house on the right, but curved like an ellipse to form a closed loop between the door and the main door. The carriage could go directly

After walking around, the middle was transformed into a lawn and a flower bed.

"Sister Hermione."

Hans ran out excitedly, and Adai was chasing after the excited Hans.

"It's really a embarrassment for her." Hermione sighed when she saw it. It was Hans's burden and her own burden.

Hans, who quickly ran to the front, and Adele who followed him were holding themselves up to catch their breath. Hermione sighed that Hans was so blessed that he didn't know how to be blessed. If he didn't take care of the little maid, if it were her, every night...

"What am I thinking!" Hermione woke herself up. It must be because she had too many memories of reading comics in the past. A man who looked like a waiter also came here and took the suitcase from Hermione's hand.

"My name is Cary Dillon, and I'm the valet here."

After a brief introduction, Cary took Hermione to the bedroom assigned to her. Hans happily held Hermione's hand and followed him.

Entering the house, you are faced with the foyer, with banquet halls, study rooms and the like on both sides. They are all available, but they are a little smaller.

Follow the stairs covered with red carpet to the second floor. The master area, guest area, and servant living area are separated. Hermione came to a room in the guest area. The curtains on the window were opened, leaving only a layer of white gauze.

To block the view and let the sunlight in, new quilts and pillows were laid out on the iron frame bed.

"Ms. Hermione, you can rest for a while before meeting with Sir and Madam."

Kari put down his suitcase and left. The place had been cleaned and there was no need to tidy it up.

"Master Hans, let's wait outside first!" Adai also took Hans away from here, leaving Hermione some private time.

The interior of the room was simply decorated, with dark red floors and walls separated by stone cold wooden decorations. The wardrobe stood on the wall near the corridor, and the desk faced the window. There was also a door inside that led to the house next to it. Hermione twisted it

I immediately realized that it was locked, so I didn't pay much attention to it.

After simply putting away her clothes, she came to the lounge. Mrs. Dermot was sitting on the sofa looking at the documents in her hand. There was also a middle-aged man sitting on the desk with black hair with a receding hairline and brown hair.

The pupil looked a little impatient, looking at the pocket watch from time to time. He must be Hans's father, old Geissler.

Hermione knocked on the door to indicate that she had arrived, and the middle-aged man inside quickly came to the sofa and sat with Mrs. Dermot.

"You must be Ms. Hermione! Hans has a good sense, and the dog will be in trouble for you in the future."

"Mr. Geissler, when we first meet, I am Hermione Evanna."

"It's a good name. It suits you very well. Hans is a bit slow in language, so you may need to worry more."

Geisler briefly spoke to Hermione, and then he left here citing business as an excuse. He glanced at Hermione a few more times as he left.

Mrs. Dermot's face was a little solemn, and her expression was complicated as she looked at Geisler's departure, but she soon returned to normal. Hermione also discovered that there must be something wrong with their couple, otherwise Mrs. Dermot would not be able to see it often recently.

I went to the doctor and felt depressed.

"I'm going to make you laugh. My husband is so fickle. He does whatever comes to his mind right away. Let's drink tea! This is Ma Xi's new 'Summer Night Red'."

There were some biscuits and dry cheese slices on the table. Hermione picked up the tea cup and took a sip, savoring the aroma and leaving her teeth. It was really good. She was too embarrassed to care about other people's emotional problems, and she didn't know how to speak for a while.

"I didn't expect that Ms. Hermione, you would look even prettier when you took off your hat. I have never seen that charming and passionate red hair so pure, even the roots are red." Dermot observed it and met Hermione before.

I haven't observed it carefully since.

"It's inherited in the family. Thank you for your compliment. Mrs. Dermot, you are also very beautiful and have a mature charm."

Mrs. Dermot touched her face, "Really? Am I really like what you said? I feel like I am more of a failure."

Realizing that the other person was Hermione who had just arrived, Mrs. Dermot stopped thinking about continuing, "What's wrong with me? I almost made others laugh." The more Mrs. Dermot looked at Hermione, the more friendly she felt.

"Frustration is only temporary. The unknown life will always be with us. Don't worry too much about this. Mrs. Dermot, just be yourself."

"That makes sense. Just be yourself, right?"

"Yes, be yourself. For example, you can change your focus to something else."

At this time, Hermione was in a very excited mood. She didn't expect that she would become a psychology teacher first. If she saw Audrey and Susie another day, she would have to ask her for advice. In the future, she could still have a part-time job. Mrs. Dermott, who was opposite, stared at Hermione.

, as if something was relieved.

"Deacon Salmont also enlightened me in this way, telling me not to suppress myself too much and to obey my own nature. I think I understand what you mean. Let's talk about business now!"

"Just understand. You see, I like a free life. Just do it if you like it. Don't let yourself regret it."

"I will give it a try. I hope Ms. Hermione won't mind my request for help."

Hermione agreed without thinking too much. Thanks to the increase in favor brought by the witch's charm, her journey was relatively smooth.

"I plan to hire you as Hans's language teacher, with a weekly salary of 20 Bot gold (temporarily exchanged at 1:5 according to the Loen Gold List). We will provide food and accommodation. Hans's situation will be assessed at the end of each month.

have…

The small countries in the south have formed a grand alliance with Ma Xi as the center. They are militarily unified, politically semi-independent, and have principalities and autonomous territories. They jointly resist the invasion of the big powers Loen and Fenebaud on both sides.

Penetration, coupled with the common belief and support of the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, has stabilized the order. Currency circulation is also dominated by Ma Xi's currency.

"Then, you can go to class tomorrow, don't worry! Mrs. Dermot."

"I'll have someone take you to familiarize yourself with this place later. If I still have any troubles, I'll come and talk to you. I hope you don't mind."

Hermione said she was welcome at any time. She was much more reliable than those in the Witch Cult. At least she would not instigate bad things, pray to evil gods, and sacrifice innocent people. She could be a guardian of integrity.

Then Hans ran in and took the initiative to invite Ying to take Hermione to visit his home. Mrs. Dermot, who was sitting behind him, looked at the retreating figure and stroked her face, with a smile on her lips.

"Teacher Hermione, this is where you will have classes from now on."

Adai took Hermione to the fairly spacious study room. The surrounding bookshelves were filled with bookshelves on the walls. On the empty side were a blackboard and several maps of the northern and southern continents. The sea areas outside were all marked unknown, Hermione.

Min looked familiar at the two continents. To the east was the Land Abandoned by the Gods, and to the west was the Abyss, the home of the devil. These two places were very dangerous in his memory.

There is a long table in the middle, with a chair on one side of the blackboard and a few on the opposite side. On the table are several newly published new stories by the great adventurer Gehrman Sparrow, Hermione in The Fool

When I went to the church main hall, I learned that He was also one of the angels under the Fool's seat.

Hermione picked up the Adventurer series on it, and also opened Pride and Prejudice in Intis, the writer Jane, and saw the familiar plot at the beginning and the five sisters of the Bennet family, but the names and pen names were changed.

He also used the skin of the original author. Is this considered a name for seeking out his contemporaries?

"You're not original at all, it's all about emotions, right!" Hermione found that the content was very different from the movie version she watched. It seemed that people of the same generation really came here.

"Ms. Hermione, do you also like to read these new writing novels? Usually Madam likes to read them here."

Adai asked curiously about Hermione, who had been reading for a while. She didn't know much about literacy and could barely make ends meet.

"There is obviously a problem with this book. If the characters are placed in Loen, it is reasonable, but if they are placed in Intis, it is open to question."

Hermione quickly ignored the topic. She would definitely not say that they would only care about arrogance in bed.


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