"Teacher Hermione, isn't today the weekend off? Why are there still classes?"
Hans looked confused. He hoped that his father would come back often so that his mother could stay with him and he could have Hermione's time to himself.
"I'll give you a physical education class. Go ask Adai to play with you."
Physical education class is also a class, I am the teacher and I have the final say. Hermione took Hans and took a small step to the main hall area, and found the housekeeper Marilis in formal attire about to go out.
"Marylis, what are you doing?"
"The food inventory in the warehouse is about to be replaced. I will go and deal with it and distribute the replaced items to the servants and nearby employees."
"See you tonight, I won't disturb you anymore."
When going up the stairs, I also met Gemar, old Geisler's valet. He looked quite young, with brown hair, rare green eyes here, and a good appearance. Hermione took Hans and greeted him.
She went up and didn't pay attention to the way the male servant looked at her. It would be strange not to look at her.
"Is it possible that this manservant is also good-looking?" When Hermione found Adele, she remembered what she had confided to her before, and it seemed that she had to find an opportunity to talk.
Craig took Nalio and Dunman to search in Kamari but found nothing. People said they saw those two people, but they couldn't remember when they saw them.
When they came to the street selling fish, several people endured the fishy smell and looked at the faces of the people around them.
"If you don't want to sell fish, don't join in and stop the people behind you. If you can't make money, I will starve to death in front of your house with my whole family."
A vendor wearing a gray and black apron and with hair like a bird's nest drives away the people looking in front.
Denman was disappointed and left directly. He didn't expect the people here to be so impetuous. Craig and Nalio didn't gain anything either. The three of them could only look forward and look at the people around them.
"According to the divination, this is the final location. Let's go check out the homeless den in the garbage dump over there."
There were many homeless people huddled up against the low mud wall, and the bones protruding from their bodies could be seen. With waves of stench coming out, a few people bravely searched for them.
Craig casually picked up a relatively clean man. His face was covered with skin cracks and weather damage, and it didn't look like he was there. He threw it onto the body of the man squatting next to him.
"Is it hidden in the manor area? Let's go take a look."
"We couldn't find it there anymore, so we went back. The safety of Fort Lange is important, and it's a troubled time now."
"Hurry up and go back after the investigation."
Looking at the retreating figures, an old man stood up and comforted the two people who had been violently treated. After looking at them for a while, his eyes returned to the two people with a smile on his face.
"Look, they are just like that. They can never change. They can only hope that we will change."
Hermione lobbed the ball into the goal in front with a strong kick. Hans could only advance slowly, run a long distance and kick it inside. Due to his different physical fitness, he could only act as a trainer, otherwise he would destroy it.
Game balance. Either Dermot and Marilis hugged her tightly and created opportunities for them. Hermione couldn't pick up two people and kick them, otherwise everyone would be suspicious.
Arnot, who was wearing a black and white dress, ran over with the hem of her skirt in hand and said that the official people who had come earlier were here to investigate whether the fugitive was hiding in the manor area, and asked the two of them to go back and ask questions.
Arnott has slightly curly brown hair and is surrounded by a maid's hat. She has a little freckles on her face. Between her small nose and dark blue eyes, she looks like an adult. She usually works in the kitchen.
The person in charge, Mrs. Robert, took action. Hermione was relatively familiar with her, and she had the charm and favorability buff.
In the living room, Craig and others asked several people present but did not get the answers they wanted. Mrs. Dermot sat there and looked at them with an unfriendly expression. Old Geisler, who was about to go out, sat back on the sofa and looked at
You need to think about strengthening the security at home.
A red-haired woman wearing a slim-fitting coat walked back from outside. The child she was holding was also wearing a pair of shorts. The shoes underneath were of an unprecedented style and had thick streamlined insoles. The little round-faced girl who followed behind her was wearing a pair of shorts.
Her majesty was even more obvious, and she walked behind a little shyly. Arnott quickly returned to the queue of servants.
"You are back! These police sergeants have something to ask you."
Old Geisler's voice sounded. This time he had to find some reliable security detectives to take over the manor. He was determined to take action later. These police officers were somewhat useless.
Hermione was wearing an empty peaked cap and her red hair was tied back in a ponytail. She looked dashing and heroic, attracting the attention of the visitors. 'These people are really here to cause trouble, and the evil god won't care about them?'
"Sheriffs, please ask if you have anything. We are very busy and your efficiency is too poor." Old Geisler urged. He was concerned about the ladies around him and did not dare to look at Hermione often. He just wanted to
Get out of here quickly and find his Charlotte.
Denman and Nalio stabilized their minds, and then lost their concentration without noticing. They were here to investigate, not to see the beauty. Craig was the first to speak.
"Recently, two extremely vicious fugitives ran here from Langeburg, and we suspect that they hid in the manor area."
"What a fugitive? I haven't talked about strangers before." Hans' childish voice sounded. Why did that man keep looking at him?
"We don't have any fugitives here, and we haven't seen any strangers." Seeing all the eyes focused here, A'dai behind her also thought about the people she met in the past few days.
"Who knows?" Craig said.
"Don't you even know what the fugitive is, male or female? If you don't even know the criminal, then why are you trying to solve the case and catch whom? We taxpayers pay taxes just to let such people protect us.
Of?"
Hermione had known that this guy had evil intentions. There were so many manors scattered here and there all the way to Langeburg. It was really embarrassing for them to find this one. If it had been before, the person in front of them would have died of painful illness.
"Pay attention to your attitude and cooperate with our investigation. We are just doing a routine inspection." Craig didn't know why he was yelling at Hermione desperately.
"I suggest you find an archbishop to check his mental and spiritual condition. In all likelihood, he was contaminated by a curse. Otherwise, you won't know how he died."
"And next time you talk to me like this, I will let you know what pain is. There won't be a third time."
Hermione looked at the three of them with an abyss-like gaze, expressionless, and the cold and terrifying aura disappeared invisibly. Dunman and Nalio were unable to move, and Craig was also stunned. The temperature in the room dropped several degrees.
"Thank you for your information. Sorry ma'am, we have finished the investigation and take our leave."
"Excuse me, everyone, no need to send it away, we will go back to check."
Nalio and Denman pulled Craig away. They didn't know why their good companions suddenly became like this. The other party was obviously not something they could afford. They could kill themselves casually, so they should report it to the superiors.
Let people deal with it!
Fortunately, there was no ill intention. I had only experienced that kind of pressure when I accidentally cooperated with Archbishop Colomber. I couldn't do this even if I wanted to die. Nalio and Denman almost cursed, but even if the director came, they probably wouldn't be able to handle it.
A sneeze sounded, breaking the quiet atmosphere in the living room for a long time. Hermione also shook her head. If these guys continue to provoke her like this, the old Hermione Evana will come back sooner or later. She will curse them to death without hesitation and take away the spirit body.
Go and enslave. It shouldn’t have scared the others, right? The aura just now was aimed at the three of them.
"Are you okay with some of the mental effects left over from the past?"
"It's okay. If there's nothing else, I'll leave first. I'll talk to Charles... about that matter at Langeburg in the evening." Old Geisler seemed to have forgotten everything and set off with his valet Gemar.
Mrs. Dermot asked the servants to disperse to do their work, put on her shawl and came to sit next to Hermione, her eyes a little blurry.
"I didn't expect Teacher Hermione to have such a domineering side. It seems that our manor is secure."
"I'm going to calm down for a moment, excuse me."
Hermione also left here, her spirit that had finally stabilized fluctuated, and she couldn't let that impulse affect her.
Mrs. Dermot wanted to lean in, but now she could only hug Hans, caress the top of his head, and look at the retreating figure. Adele stood behind and made no sound. She was still immersed in the majesty of Hermione just now.
among.
Nalio and Denman dragged Craig to the outer wall of a manor. This guy wanted to die but couldn't drag them with him. Craig, who was still a little stunned, planned to listen to what he had to say.
"Hurry back and report. Watch what I do." Craig tightened his collar and planned to move forward.
"Did you know it from the beginning and drag us two here? If the other party is really malicious, we would be dead." Nalio was a little angry. He was obviously using himself as cannon fodder, but he still had a
With all the family members here, the pension is not enough.
"I will definitely report it. After all, there are such dangerous people in the jurisdiction, but you have to go and check it out." After finishing speaking, Dunman walked back. Things were indeed a bit tricky, and Craig couldn't be relied on either.
too close.
"People like them are a danger, you have to believe me...
Craig was trying to explain to them, but the two of them were obviously a little afraid of him. The contamination was difficult to detect, and they didn't want to become sealed objects and have special characteristics.
Next to the pond where Hans usually fishes, Hermione is holding her forehead. She feels as if her head is about to split just now. It seems to be the sequelae caused by restraining herself for too long and not being able to resist the explosion. The delicate balance is like walking on a tightrope. You never know what will happen next.
How will the situation be broken in seconds?
"This guy needs to find an opportunity to put a curse on him, otherwise he won't be able to pass his level."
White light emerged, and an old man in a white robe walked out. His hair and beard were white, and there were some wrinkles on his face. His eyes were full of wisdom and compassion for the world, and his whole body exuded a gleaming white light.
"An angel of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom?" Hermione thought of the portrait in the town church.
"Yes, I am Christopher. It seems that you have encountered some little trouble."
"Are you coming?"
"I just came to check and confirm that there is no problem now. The oracle has come down. Until there is no change, you, the Church of Fools, are friendly partners of our Church of Knowledge."
After the old man finished speaking, he disappeared here. It seemed that he was really here to observe.
‘At least I can help you!’ Hermione was not as sincere as this man. She squatted here and looked at the water, ‘Calm down, calm down, a good attitude determines the life of an extraordinary person’.
In the small town, the old man held the little boy tightly and did not let go until the strong sense of crisis disappeared. What happened? Did he and his party attract attention? The old man then left the place with the little boy, and several people behind him
He wanted to keep up, but was left here by the old man.
