In the inner area of Kamari Town, in the large courtyard in the middle of the West Street, in the single-family three-and-a-half-story building, Mrs. Almiron asked her servant to wait on the first floor below, and then went to the second floor. This is where the ladies entertained.
There is a neat deck of playing cards on the table, a card invented by Emperor Russell to fight evil.
There are some bones, teeth, and plant specimens on the bookshelf on the wall; there is also a bookshelf filled with publications from various countries, some of which have not been opened; scattered mechanical parts are piled on the boxes in the corner, and there are some transparent glassware. Almiron
Seeing that no one came to the third floor from the second floor, there were several rooms arranged for them to rest.
As she was walking in the aisle, she was pulled into the room by a hand. Salmont, who was wearing a white shirt, immediately kissed her and took off his priestly clothes on the blank gauze seat next to her.
"Why are you Salmont, where are Redman and Ortel?" Almiron was obviously worried. She didn't know why it was like this.
"They will be here soon, let's get busy first."
"Let's forget it! If Zolilia finds out, I don't know how to face her."
"I love you, and I love Zolilia as well. She does the same. You don't have to worry."
Salmont didn't know why he felt so excited and angry about what just happened, so he took Mrs. Almiron back to bed. It was a pity for Mrs. Dermot, she had the most beautiful face among them.
There is a woman more beautiful than these people, the beauty he has seen in his life. She can actually do those movements, she must not be simple, maybe she comes from the same place as himself. Thinking of this, he is even more excited, completely ignoring Almi underneath.
Mrs. Long's plea.
Maybe when your opportunity comes, will God send you some help? Since you ruined my good deeds, use yourself to repay it, and you must get her.
On the fishmonger's street, a man with a haggard face and listless spirit walked in staggeringly, supporting another man with his head lowered. He was wearing a somewhat tattered brown coat, which was not buttoned properly. You could see that the white shirt inside was stained with dust.
.They forced themselves to look around, trying to find a place to hide.
People around them turned a blind eye to them. Such destitute people can be seen every day, and tomorrow they may be themselves. The man saw the homeless man's den beside the low mud wall, and quickly helped him walk in. An old man stood up inside and quickly helped him.
Follow them inside.
"Save us."
The man held the old man's hand tightly, and the flesh and blood on his body continued to bulge and then dissipated and gathered in another place. The other man's body swelled a little, as if it was about to split.
"This is your destiny. God guided you to meet me."
The old man quickly asked someone to get them in, and then took out a white conch and put it next to their ears. Their frowns gradually relaxed. They felt the noise outside reaching their ears, and then disappeared, as if they were coming back again.
to the time when you are most comfortable.
The two policemen's curses came here again, but the old man didn't pay attention. He put away the conch and sat next to him. All he could do now was wait.
"Why did you let them escape? You also applied for a Level 2 Sealed Artifact. You are a bunch of trash." The middle-aged man with a weathered and tired face was furious at the three people in front of him.
"Director Perec, some accidents happened on the way. They took the residents of Amphenol Street as hostages. Nalio and Denman had some scruples, so they ran away."
"Craig, you turned a deaf ear to what I said, and you are still dissatisfied with the rejection of your application."
"Don't dare."
"You guys go and clean up the aftermath."
The three of them then left here. Perec sat in a chair and read the new investigation report. Regarding the investigation of Miss Feina's origins, he opened the first page of the fairly thick investigation report and read it.
On the backyard lawn of Geisler's house, Hermione was playing ball with some visiting ladies. Old Geisler, who came back a few days ago, saw these new products and thought they were good. After chatting with Hermione for a while, he planned to produce some.
Promote it and take a look. Then take some gameplay and rules obtained from Hermione and discuss it with your partners.
Hermione discovered that old Geisler was often away from home, or simply stayed in Langeburg, the capital of the Faroe Autonomous Principality, for business reasons. The town of Kamari was not far from there, about half a day's journey by fast carriage.
He probably had many lovers there, and it was more like a loveless marriage with Dermot. Anyway, he already had an heir, and each of them maintained a superficial relationship.
Hans has been having too much fun recently and has not paid attention to his homework. At the moment, he is sitting on a chair next to the big tree and reading his homework. Hermione thinks there is nothing more interesting than watching everyone play with the punishment that she cannot play, otherwise
It's not okay to always use appearance to fool you.
"Ms. Hermione, your ways of playing are quite interesting. Also, this set of sportswear is designed for men, which is really convenient."
Orter hit the badminton over, which seemed to suit her. A tennis court was being built on the flat ground further away, which she thought was good as it didn't require much running or jumping around.
Here, Hermione watched her play with Mrs. Redelman opposite her, teaching them some rules and techniques. Mrs. Dermot directly kicked the ball with several other guests on the small track, more like taking a walk and chatting in detail.
Dai was also playing badminton with the girl named Zolilia, but many of them were scrapped due to quality issues and her excessive exertion.
Mrs. Dermot picked up the ball with her toes and kicked it into the net bag. The shoes on her feet were anti-cushion sneakers. It seemed that she could perform ordinary sports. After everyone felt that it was about the same, they all returned to the big tree.
There are chairs to rest on, and two tables are thoughtfully placed here with some drinks and snacks.
"Zolilia, next time when your mother is well, remember to bring her to play with her. This way she will feel much better after exercising. Almiron's walking is unsteady because of lack of exercise."
"Thank you for your concern, Aunt Dermot. Mom can just take a rest. This is better than complicated words. I think I will be assimilated by those ancient texts if I read it again."
Next to them, Redman and Ortel wiped off their sweat with towels and walked over. They were wearing uniform pink long-sleeved sports suits, and their hair was tied back with a hair tie.
"Why don't you come to my house to play next time! Let's take turns."
"That's a good idea. I'm tired of those boring dances and banquets. It's better to have outdoor sports parties."
Hermione wore an off-white peaked cap, long red hair tied into a ponytail, and a gray-blue sportswear. She had a slender body. Listening to their conversation, she thought of the people outside and sighed. Then she came behind Hans and looked
Read his homework with him.
"Sister Hermione, you're putting me under a lot of pressure."
"I won't make a sound, just pretend I don't exist."
The current situation reminded Hermione of when she used to take computer-based exams in school, those antiques from more than ten years ago were so stuck. She was very unlucky to be stuck on the final submission page three times in a row, and then the two invigilators came together
Zuo Yiyou accompanied me to finish writing for the fourth time. 'I taught this in class', 'I also focused on explaining this question', 'I didn't expect you actually passed the exam, but you definitely didn't listen to my class well'.
Hermione didn't expect this feeling to be so comfortable, and her strange anchor knowledge had increased. As long as it could help her understand herself, teaching 996 was worth it.
Maybe it was because everyone saw Hermione standing behind Hans and watching, and the invisible attraction made everyone present move closer without realizing it. Hans: e(┬┬﹏┬┬)3
Inside the low mud wall, the old man pulled the little boy to two men lying on a pile of rags. The two men had soothing expressions and no pain. The smell of rot and fish came from the surroundings, and the sea breeze blew up from time to time.
The muddy sandy soil on the ground.
"Angels of God, please let them return to suffering and save the world!"
Hearing this, the little boy put his hands on the body of the lying person, slowly closed his eyes, muttered something in his mouth, and quickly integrated his hands into their bodies. In a daze, the little boy stood back next to the old man, and the person on the ground
He started to move, raised his body and vomited violently.
"Brothers, welcome back. Just call me Old Tatton."
"Can we talk in another place? Uh..." The man who spoke spit out a mouthful of gastric juice.
Several people came to the back of a dilapidated wooden house, surrounded by some simple shelters made of wooden boards and rags. The two people rescued by Old Taton still resisted a little, but they still chose to stay here out of affection.
"Thank you for your help this time. We have some things to do before we leave. How much do you want?"
"No, no, no, you have joined our brothers and sisters, and you should help each other."
Old Tatton had a smile on his face and looked at him as if he were looking at a younger generation. The people opposite him were also a little surprised. There was such a good thing. The flesh and blood on his face continued to squirm, and skin debris continued to fall off.
"In this case, let's take our leave."
After speaking, the fat man spit out the skin flakes on his lips and left with the people around him. Old Taton took the boy back behind the low wall, and the two people who left also returned here.
"Hey, what are your names? When we meet for the first time, just call me Old Tatton." Old Tatton still looked at the two of them with the eyes of an elder.
The two of them tore off the fallen skin flakes from their faces and replied nonchalantly.
"My name is Ellen Hoffman/Daniel Hartman. Long time no see, old Tatton."
