In the dining room, Mrs. Dermot finished drinking the sour wine and looked at the empty seats next to her, feeling a little angry. These official fugitives could not be caught and would only dominate people like herself. There was not even a strange animal in the house.
I have never seen him, how could there be a fugitive?
It seems that I need to mention it to my best friends and wives. The citizens' council usually allocates too much money to them, and they have a lot of people who don't do their job.
"Mom, I've finished my meal. I'm going to see Sister Hermione."
Mrs. Dermot stopped Hans and said, "You should go back and review your homework first. Teacher Hermione needs to rest now. It would be bad if she disturbed her."
"I know." Hans felt a little depressed and was taken away by the servant.
At night, Mrs. Dermot put on a pink silk nightgown, held a lighting candle, and opened the door of Hermione's bedroom from the inside. She happened to see Hermione and Adele, who were also looking at her, half leaning on the bed.
.Hermione was holding a book and correcting the mistakes of Adai who was holding her. In her opinion, the more reading and reading, the faster progress would be made.
"Mrs. Dermot, what are you doing?"
"Madam, good evening." A'dai struggled to get up.
"No need to do this, I'm not disturbing you! I'm here to see if Teacher Hermione has had a good rest. After all, you are not in a good state today."
Mrs. Dermot consciously extinguished the candle and put it on the bedside table, then squeezed onto the bed next to Hermione and leaned against the cushions behind her. There was barely enough room for three people on the bed.
"Are you reading Jane's autobiography "Jane Eyre"? It's very well written and emotionally delicate. It's better than Jane's previous books. Maybe it's her own experience that makes it so good!"
Mrs. Dermot also got in for some unknown reason, and Hermione was now having trouble holding the book as she was being leaned on from left to right, almost becoming the filling of the sandwich.
The two people in her arms seemed not to be affected, and turned over and studied. Hermione had no choice but to lean in between them and watch, cheek to cheek, and there was no room for Marilis.
"She should be a believer in the God of Steam and Machinery. Priests of the sun don't get married, let alone propose marriage. An affair is more of an affair."
"Teacher Hermione, why do you always focus on these weird aspects instead of portraying the feelings expressed? You are also an Intis, do you also like to have affairs? You should not pay attention to Jane's tragic experience and the hard-earned love.
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"I'm afraid that others won't be able to bear it. Maybe I've passed the age where I love fantasy, and beauty is out of reach for me."
"It can be seen that behind your young appearance, Teacher Hermione, you have an old heart, which is more tired than ours." After Mrs. Dermot said, she put her ear to Hermione's chest, "Let me listen to it.
Go over there!”
"Shall we continue reading?" A weak voice sounded.
"Look, keep reading." Hermione continued to talk about the meanings above, how many layers there were, and ignored a fisherman who sneaked in.
In the room of the Director of the Special Division of Langeburg, Perec looked at the three people in front of him, sometimes frowning, with a little anger and intolerance. It was best to calm down and have a good attitude to avoid increasing the risk of losing control.
"That person has already said that we don't need to worry about it, and we can't afford to offend him. The signature on this document is that of His Excellency Archbishop Colomber Werner."
Colombel Werner is the head of the southern region of the Massif Grand Alliance of the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom. After speaking, Perec made an exception and showed them the signed documents, and then continued with the subsequent arrangements.
"You should hurry up and investigate Miss Feina who suddenly appeared. See if it's from Feineport. It's better than running to someone else's manor to make trouble unreasonably."
"And Craig, go to the church to get checked. Dunman, Nalio, you stay with him."
After telling people to leave, Perec also left the place through the back door. The shadow behind the curtain of the window shook for a moment, and then returned to calm.
There was a knock on the door at Hermione's residence in Geisler Manor. She woke up from the gap between the two people and found that there was still some saliva on her face. Could it be that she slept on her own all night? Next time she would just knock
Forget about the floor.
He quickly walked out of the bed without disturbing Mrs. Dermot and Adele who were having sweet dreams. He opened the oak door and saw Hans arriving on time, but Marilis and Rosina were accompanying him.
"Is Madam in there too?"
"Yeah, we talked a little late last night and they were a little tired."
Hermione was wearing a gray nightgown, her red hair was a little messy, and she didn't stay under her nightcap properly. She walked into the bedroom with a few people, and saw people still sleeping on the bed.
"What a nonsense. I have to go to Mrs. Redman's for an appointment today."
Looking at Marilis, who was frowning, Hermione was embarrassed to say anything. After all, she was the culprit and would always attract people around her unconsciously.
"Do you want to wake me up?"
"Let them rest for a while first."
After Marilis finished speaking, she went to do her own thing. Hermione looked at Hans and joked.
"Do you want to come too?"
"I...I'll come back later!"
Then left here with Rosina.
Hermione saw everyone leaving in displeasure and went back to bed to continue sleeping. It was good to meditate to refresh herself. At least she knew that she was still alive and warm among everyone.
On the messy path that was already somewhat familiar, the carriage was driving with a little trembling. Hermione put on a platycodon blue pleated dress, tied around the waist with a similar color lace to show off her figure, and put on a straw hat decorated with pink flowers on her head. The white dress in front of her
The gauze just covers it.
Now I can only deal with it like this. Pope Derrick wrote back and said that this kind of sealed object that blocks the breath is relatively rare. He is looking for it. I don’t have to blame myself too much for losing that one. It would be nice to have a few more tasks in the future. I need help.
Just mention it to him.
Sitting next to him, Mrs. Dermot also put on a lilac dress and gloves of the same color. She winked at Hermione who turned around, looking mature and charming.
As expected of the most handsome among the ladies, no wonder she gave birth to a child as cute as Hans. Opposite Hans also put on his own small formal suit and was supported on his seat by Adai.
Two men in somewhat shabby clothes walked by outside, with unshaven faces, looking for something in the surroundings. Hermione glanced at their profiles for a few times. Aren't these the Jorah and Flagg she met on the island?
The carriage continued to move forward. Looking at their disappearing figures, Hermione was a little curious as to why the pirates and the navy got together. Could it be that they were recruited by the church?
"Did you see any familiar people again?"
"I didn't expect that the unlucky guy I met at sea was still alive."
"Then they are not unlucky ones, but lucky ones. The sea is so big and they can get lost, but they can be rescued. They are very lucky."
"That's right, he's the lucky one."
On the street, Jorah and Flagg, who were a little depressed, were looking for the goal of their trip. They compared the brown paper in their hands with the pedestrians and found that they didn't match up.
Since they were rescued last time, they were locked up and interrogated for a while. Considering that both of them had attended the Church of Knowledge and were short of manpower, the person in charge of the church fished them out and asked them to face each other.
The Holy Emblem of Knowledge swore a sacred oath to serve God for life, and then absolve them of their mistakes and arranged to come here to investigate and atone for their sins.
"How could these two cultists hide so well? I finally escaped from the place, but I didn't expect to come back again after going around in circles."
"At least God has forgiven us, Jorah, you should feel lucky."
"I am a lucky person! Why am I so unlucky?"
Jorah went to pick up the homeless man on the street with a sad face. Flagg didn't know how to comfort him. At least his classmate was back on track, which was gratifying.
When he was in the seminary, out of the six people in his dormitory, he and Jorah were the most outstanding, and the others were gradually eliminated. Later, for some reason, Jorah became a pirate, and he became the navy chasing him.
"Wait for me, Jorah." Flagg came back from his memories and hurriedly chased after Jorah who had already walked away.
"Indecent assault! Rape!"
The woman squatting in the corner shouted to Jorah who stretched out her hand. Her eyes were a little hollow, her lips and face were a little bruised, her relatively clean clothes were stained with dust on the ground, and her chest was bulging, revealing a fair complexion.
"I'm a policeman. Look out. Who beat you? Tell me." Jorah took out his inspector's card. After all, he is also a sequence 7. Can't he give it to a senior inspector? He is so angry now that he has no place to express it. It's just right.
Ask for life for the people and fight against injustice.
"It's that Moritz. He forced me to pick up customers and took away all my savings. If I didn't give him back, he would beat me. I have no choice. Please help me. You won't want any money in the future."
Seeing the majestic and domineering Jorah, the woman hugged Jorah's lower body and started working as if grasping at straws.
"Am I that kind of person? Let's talk about it later. Now take me to find him. You have my protection now."
Jorah stopped her, pulled her up and let her lead the way. It would be a pity not to use such a good command arrow. So what if the local snakes, the entire Church of Knowledge is standing behind me, and there is nowhere to vent the resentment accumulated before.
Flagg followed without saying a word. It was already very difficult for her to be a street girl, but she was still forced into a corner. He would not stop Jorah.
