Hermione wore a light blue sports suit, a zippered long-sleeved jacket, straight trousers, and a pair of reasonably well-fitting cushioned sneakers. She tied her hair into a ponytail and wore a hollow sun hat. Unexpectedly, Mrs. Redman
I copied these things quickly.
She kicked the ball back to the children who were playing far away, and continued to play badminton with Mrs. Dermot opposite. It was a bit boring here, and she wanted to play football more, but there happened to be a bunch of children to tease her.
"That's almost it. Overworking is not good either."
Hermione ended her fun, which was just a formality. Such peaceful days made her feel a bit dreamy. According to the law of aggregation of extraordinary characteristics, there may have been many extraordinary people nearby. No wonder there are always fugitives coming here.
, I guess I have attracted a few, so I can only trouble the great Saint Christopher to work harder.
"Teacher Hermione, you look out of shape today. It means you didn't get any rest last night, okay? Go change your clothes first! It's all sweat and it's not good."
Mrs. Dermot pulled Hermione away. When no one was around in private, she still liked to be called by her real name. Compared to the group of people here, she still liked to play with a few people in her backyard.
At the long table under the shade of the trees, Salmont, who came from behind, was also talking to the gentlemen and ladies present. He used his status as a clergyman and physician to gain the favor of many people, and some medicines were the most popular with them.
Fallon, who had finished chatting, also sat next to him. Lucy behind him looked at the people playing on the lawn with some envy. Due to her special status, she could only sit there quietly.
"Samant, do you also know that Ms. Austin?" Fallon and Samant both looked at Hermione who was walking away in the distance.
"We often saw each other in church some time ago, so we know each other."
"Are you also interested in her? Your eyes have betrayed you."
"She is a very dangerous person. As a friend, I suggest that you don't go to her to play your playboy tricks. And don't you plan on having some tactics in your game? I can give you some advice."
"The mermaid's song will also make people forget its original ugliness, otherwise why would it be named this. I didn't expect you to know these sports well, let's take a look. Do you still have the potion from last time? It's still the same old rules.
"
"Your metaphor is not right. Be careful of what others hear. As for the potion, you and I will come together at the end. For example, you can allocate everyone's position and what to do...
Hermione, who had changed back into the platycodon blue dress, accompanied Mrs. Dermot back here, and the maid behind her also left to do the next thing. Hans's little face came back here with some sweat, and he hesitated whether to follow his friend.
The group continues to play together, still staying with the mother.
"Hans, your friend is calling you. If you don't hurry up and play, it will be class time later."
Someone in the group of children in the distance waved to him. Thinking that there were still many classes ahead, she hesitated and returned to her friends. Hermione saw that Mrs. Dermot was becoming more and more proficient at one thing, and hoped that Han
Don't blame her for growing up. Parents are not something you can control.
The two sat back at the table. Many people in front of them went to play new sports. Hermione could see that everyone had very few entertainment activities. No wonder they all went their own way to find excitement and fun.
"Ma'am, can we talk to you?" Samant came to Hermione, his eyes were calm and he said with a smile.
"Please tell me." Hermione was a little curious about what the deacon wanted to do with her. Why did he come here? Shouldn't the people in the church be very busy? She felt that the deacon in front of her was full of fog and she couldn't see clearly. Is it because she was still here?
No recovery?
"Can I take a step to talk? The iris behind seems to be blooming beautifully."
"Mrs. Dermot, I'm leaving for a moment..."
Hermione said a few words to Dermot next to her, and then walked with Salmont to the flower path at the back. The colors of the irises on both sides were combined like a rainbow, with a few withered occasionally in the middle, but it still did not affect the whole. If it was too perfect,
Hermione was afraid she would be the first to run away.
"It seems that the gardeners here also have two brushes." Hermione waited for what Salmont wanted to say, as long as it wasn't some silly love talk to waste time.
"I wonder why Ms. Hermione is called Marple Austen. Is it because of Jane's book Pride and Prejudice? I have heard a little about it. Does Ms. Hermione also like to watch football games?"
Samant's expression was as normal, as calm as if he was talking to an old friend. Hermione didn't panic and continued to look at the streamlined irises.
"What Jane? Jane, the Intis writer, is really good. The books she writes are very imaginative, and the stories are worth recalling by the audience. As for the ball game, what kind of ball game is it? Are there other ball games here? Behind football
It was just held.”
Hermione's heart felt so calm for some reason. The other party had already hinted clearly. But this was obviously not enough. Hermione was well aware of the dangers of this world and intuitively told herself that Salmont needed to observe it, but it was okay to test it. After all, Russell
Exploded a bunch of gold coins for the latecomers, there were curses and luck in them.
"It can be seen that Ms. Hermione is also a very knowledgeable person, otherwise she would not pay so much attention to popular literature from various countries. She has considered changing these into comics, or passionate fantasy. Nowadays, weekly magazines and journals
It has also become popular, so I don’t have to worry about not having a good platform.”
"I have no interest in these. You overestimate me. I still prefer to study Roselle's diary and those weird machines."
Hermione planned to test whether the other party was a fellow countryman. If he could understand Old Huang's diary, it shouldn't be a big problem. She also read a lot of diaries circulating in the market and learned the real name of Russell. It seemed that he should be
I fell down due to lack of awe. Compared to myself who knew a lot from the beginning, it was both unfortunate and lucky.
"The knowledge left behind by Emperor Roselle is indeed valuable. I also have a lot of his diaries. Ms. Hermione can study them if you are interested."
"You are talking about his Roselle text, will anyone be able to decipher it? I can't imagine that a person can create an independent text out of thin air. It's a pity that I haven't met anyone who can understand it." Hermione showed great expression.
Looking regretful, I looked at Salmont with my spiritual vision for a while and found that he was a mixture of red, blue and black.
"That kind of writing might really have been created by another civilization. Do you believe it?"
"Really? That can only be said to be incredible and difficult to explain."
Hermione found that Salmont was a little excited, but it was obviously wrong, and it was not about the inheritance behind the words. The emphasis of the words was obviously different, so she had to continue pretending to be stupid and chatting. She must be on guard against others, so as not to become a tribute to the evil god. Now she
After all, it is a potential stock.
On the party lawn in the distance, Mrs. Dermot, who was sitting on a chair boredly waiting for Hermione, looked curiously at Friedrich Huber, the police chief of Kamari Town, who was belatedly arriving in front of him, although his position was not high.
, but after all, he is also one of the local administrators, and building a good relationship can save him a lot of trouble.
What surprised Mrs. Dermot was that he seemed to be holding the air and talking to the right. She rubbed her eyes and found that there was no one there. Was it because she was dazzled? Or was there something else from Intis or Fenebaud?
New fashion has spread, but the aristocratic conservatives in Loen are not like this. Their resistance to change is extraordinary.
"Mr. Hu Bo, please come this way, everyone is here."
The maid does not dare to be disrespectful to these people. As long as her etiquette is in place, she will not be able to see the other person even if they are naked.
"My dear, you see, everyone is so friendly. You don't need to be afraid. They will all accept you. After all, we will have a wedding next week and no one will say anything about you."
Police Chief Friedrich Huber spoke into the air on the right, as if there was really someone there. The hair on the maid who was leading the way stood up, feeling inexplicably frightened, but considering the people in the family, she could not live without this job.
, I can only bite the bullet and suppress my fear and continue to complete my job.
Hu Bo is about in his early forties, slightly taller than the maid in front of him, with brown-black hair, more wrinkles on his face, a tall nose, smaller eyes, and is rather thinner than fatter.
After Salmont left, Fallon, who was talking to Matthias, another manor owner of Langeburg who came here to recuperate, also looked at the strange phenomenon in this scene and felt an inexplicable sense of loss in his heart. His experience told him that he could only express his emotions now.
Everything seems to be normal, just cope with it.
Matthias, who was also a middle-aged man next to him, also reminded Fallon, and then told the women behind him to go to the lawn to play with Hans' group of children and find a chance to leave here.
"Baron Luo Li, Charles. I haven't seen you for a while. I have some good things I want to share with you recently."
Luo Li didn't put down the lemon sparkling water in his hand. Charles coughed twice. They also noticed Hubo's abnormality. How could this man find the two of them? Fortunately, Ortel and Almiron were fighting on the lawn.
Hit the ball.
"Hu Bo, it seems that you are well prepared this time! I'm waiting for your sharing." Luo Li looked at the air on his arm, focused his eyes there and nodded.
"Is the police station all busy lately?" Charles also said in agreement with Luo Li.
"Things happen every day, otherwise why would I need subordinates to do this? The look in your eyes must be that you are fascinated by my new wife."
After hearing this, Luo Li and Charles' eyes remained on the air next to them. If they hadn't had some experience, they would have lost their expressions.
