"Sister Hermione, do you understand real giant language?"
"This language has long since disappeared into history. Our current languages in the northern continent are all derivatives and variants of Giant Language. In a sense, what you are speaking now is also Giant Language."
That kind of language is not suitable for ordinary people to learn, it is too dangerous. Children should master the main languages of several countries in the northern continent before speaking.
"Then sister Hermione, we can learn to speak frankly whenever we can."
"Now you should master the writing of Rune, Intis, and Feysac first! There is still a long time to come, so let's learn the Rune language first."
Hans in front of him moved around, asking where he was asking, and Hermione couldn't do what her Chinese teacher did to her when she was a child. After all, her mother was watching next to her. Mrs. Dermot was holding a book in one hand and holding her face in the other.
Looking at Hermione quietly.
"Madam, you are putting me under a lot of pressure! I don't know if I have taught you well unless you say something." Hermione's calm appearance is already boiling and uneasy, just like you are reporting on the project, and Party A below is watching quietly.
Let me give you a look that shows your own experience.
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"Okay, let's come here first. Hans, if you don't remember, you can come to me and translate these literally today."
"Ms. Hermione, can I come to you too?" Adai, who was about to lean forward to the table, also spoke in a low voice.
"Of course. I'll study for another two hours in the afternoon. Remember not to be late."
Hermione looked at Mrs. Dermot next to her. She was either looking at herself or reading a book. She had been sitting here for a long time.
"Mrs. Dermot, what do you think?"
"It's good. Hans should have been taken care of by someone long ago. I will support you. Let's go have a meal first."
Hans, who was still anxious about the difference in words, looked at his mother in confusion. He had always been obedient. Why did he say this?
Mrs. Dermot asked Adele to take Hans with her, and she took Hermione's hand and began to chat about the contents of those literary books. Hermione, who also wanted to read the Sherlock Moriarty, could only cope with it.
Walk together.
"Looking at your behavior, Teacher Hermione, you should be a noble. Both your speech, behavior and facial expressions have become habits."
"It used to be, but later I don't know whether it is or not."
"Have you encountered something? It doesn't matter. If you want to talk it out, you can talk to me. I will wait for you."
"I will do it if necessary. I feel pretty good now."
Arriving at the dining room, Mrs. Dermott asked Marilis and others to have a meal after sitting down. Mrs. Dermott saw that the only dishes after the meal were dessert cheese, and then planned to have a drink with Hermione. Hermione said
It's not good to teach a child bad things if he postpones it until night because he has to study in the afternoon.
The staple food was pasta baked like pizza. Hermione saw that it was sprinkled with ham, cheese, minced barbecue meat, braised pork knuckles with pickled cabbage, a bowl of potato salad, sour goat cheese for dessert, and a cup of red honey.
liquor.
"Mrs. Dermot, aren't you going to church?"
"No need for now, I think I have found the target."
"That's good. People have to have something to look forward to in life."
"Do people have to have expectations in life? It makes sense. Let's try a honey bar like this tonight!"
"Extremely happy."
After finishing the meal, Hermione went outside to the balcony on the first floor. The temperature here was a bit high. There was a small round table and two white lounge chairs. The breeze blew constantly, which made up for the shortcomings of the high temperature. She leaned on the chair.
Hermione is feeling tired for some reason. Has she become more human lately?
The long white clouds in the distant sky were driven upward by the sea breeze. Hermione fell asleep lazily, 'This life is quite good. I didn't expect that my previous dream would come true here.'
Hermione woke up as if thinking that she still had something to do, a faint fragrance passed into her nose, and there was someone lying with her in front of her. Fortunately, she was not afraid of being numbed.
"Teacher Hermione, you're awake. I just saw you resting here. I was also reading a book here. I didn't know why I felt a little sleepy and fell asleep."
"Mrs. Dermot, I'm going to class first. You can continue reading!"
Hermione got up to straighten her clothes and think about the study plan for Hans. Mrs. Dermot in front of her sat up with a book, looking as lazy as Hermione.
"I'm coming too. It's boring to stay here anyway. I just want to supervise Hans."
In the Marble Fountain Square, the homeless people hid in the shadows in the corners, and the pigeons also flew to the shady places next to the church, giving no chance to save others.
It was rare for Father Gerhardt, Salmont and Sekman to be together in the church. Sekman Alphonse was taller, nearly 1.8 meters tall, with brown and black hair. He looked a bit thin, with three-dimensional facial features, and was about the same age as Salmont.
, looking at the Holy Emblem of Knowledge with pious eyes.
"Teacher, is the investigation team coming back?"
"It's almost today. After all, such a big thing happened and we all realized it later. This is our responsibility."
"I will go to the village of Maggiore to preach and rebuild. Teacher, don't worry too much about Salmonte."
"Excuse me, Alphonse, if you need any medicine, please tell me and I will fully support you."
Salmont also breathed a sigh of relief. Although he could shirk most of the responsibilities on the grounds that the island environment was closed, he knew that his teacher Gerhard Fanger would not do this. Alfonse volunteered to step forward to support him.
It's not bad, no one can predict this kind of accident.
At this time, two somewhat ordinary men walked in at the door of the church. The taller man was neatly dressed, with brown-black hair and a not-too-thick silk coat neatly buttoned. He had the temperament of a scholar and looked like a college student.
Another man took off his coat due to the high air temperature. Inside he was wearing a blue and white striped shirt and suspender trousers. He had black hair and a common appearance in the local area.
"Priest Gerhardt, we want to know something."
"You are back, please come with me."
Father Gerhardt led the two of them to the back. Due to rank issues, Salmont and Seckmann were not able to listen to the conversation inside.
"I guess nothing can be solved this time. The ocean is so big. Where can I find the ghost ship? I didn't expect that the legend of the treasure is actually true."
Salmont and Alfonse were chatting next to the bookshelf. There was a lot of dust on the ground, and it would only be cleaned up in the morning.
"This is ultimately a disaster for the villagers. They suffered an unreasonable disaster."
"The ghost took the things and actually compensated the remaining villagers for the losses. This is much better than the administrator. It's a pity that he didn't know what happened inside. Alphonse, when you go to the island, remember to find out what happened."
"I will go find out what happened. It is estimated that these things have spread in the small town, but no one will take it seriously. They all think that an evil storm is coming."
"The evil storm will not compensate the villagers. Alfons has worked hard for you during this time. This is a newly developed potion that I have developed. It may keep you in high spirits after staying up all night."
Salmont took out a few tubes of green potion and handed it to Sekman, with a knowing look in his eyes. Sekman obviously didn't notice, and thanked Salmont sincerely.
"Thank you Salmonte, with it I believe that the problem of the village of Maggiore will be solved soon, the knowledge is with you and me."
Outside the door, Mrs. Ortel and another well-dressed mature woman came in, followed by a girl who looked somewhat similar to the mature woman. Salmont smiled and hurriedly went to receive the confused believers who needed comfort.
Alphonse couldn't help but feel a little relieved when he saw the smiling believers who came into the church. He also had to work hard to deal with the island's affairs, and unconsciously clenched the potion in his hand.
In the shadow next to the fountain square, a squatting homeless man took out the white conch in his arms with his dark palm, trying to survive this difficult afternoon. Just when he was about to put it to his ear, his withered arm fell down and snatched the conch away.
Walk.
"Why did you steal my..., it's you."
The tramp raised his head and saw the old man in front of him who looked almost like a savage.
"Follow me. I have a nice voice that I want to share with you. You won't be able to hear it here in the future."
After the two of them finished speaking, they left here with a few people, except for the people who were still looking at the pigeons in the shadows.
