The Pritz lights were bright at night, and the faint red glow of the crimson crescent moon covered the stars, and Hermione sat on the couch watching the Port Prydz Times.

Except for the official statement "The Possibility of Inland Waterway Connectivity between the Port of Plitz and the Ports of the Sea", everything else is inconsequential trivial, such as the fact that a certain explorer dug up the treasures of the Byron Empire in the Southern Continent, isn't this a pit man! How could the Grim Reaper's things be so easy to take;

XX company recruits high-paying employees in the southern continent, wealth and beauty are waiting for you, death and slavery are waiting for the same; The pirate Frank Lee appears on the Hakata Port route, and everyone is advised not to go near there; Who is this person, and he can still occupy a page.

Hermione flipped to the third page of the news, and it seemed that the newspaper industry was the same everywhere, and unscrupulous media people knew no borders. Most of them are reports on the public welfare of some churches, and some economic analysis articles.

In the small box below, there is also a report of a death in a house in the northwestern city, where a businessman was trying to promote civilian bicycles and died of blood draining.

Hermione put it together, it's still convenient for TV, just listen to it directly. There are too many perverts in this place, and it's still a bit embarrassing to deal with strange and strange cases.

Glore was lying on the couch with a color-printed copy of Adventurer's Weekly, and Hermione thought that someone else had come too, the layout and headlines were similar to the magazines she had seen before.

The cover says the place where the god of war has been left behind, a large orange light shrouds a lake, and a crimson moon hangs in the distance.

Hermione pulled Glore over and opened Rua, touched her soft dark blonde hair, and pinched her fair face, which Hermione couldn't put down.

"Everyone doesn't love me anymore, Dad, when are you coming back." Glore buried her face directly in Hermione's arms, and when she came back, she was educated again by her mother, Mrs. Wappel, who saw that she had no image, and the whole person felt bad.

Aga, the maid who took care of Diego, saw her and reminded, "Miss Glore, you will be blamed if you are seen by Madame like this." ”

Diego was teaching Eliza Yvonne her homework in the room in the hallway, perhaps after walking around the previous place, getting a little angry, or sympathetic to the same situation as himself.

"Aga, you don't have to worry about it, just let me be like this, everyone doesn't love me anymore anyway." Her eyes with turquoise pupils began to moisten, and Hermione was about to laugh when she saw Glore in her arms.

"Glore, what did I just say?" Mrs. Wappel came to the drawing-room in a blue dress, with a yellow lace paper in her hand, and her dark blonde hair pulled back at the back of her head.

"Got it, Mom." Glore sat up obediently, no longer lying in Hermione's arms.

Mrs. Wappel sat down on the sofa and talked to everyone about what was on the paper.

"It's autumn, the Race Day celebration is coming, everyone is going to participate in it, and we're going to get ready, and the organisers have given us a good viewing position."

"Mom, can I go to the event? I can ride a horse. ”

"Glore, you know that riding a horse is a very dangerous thing, what to do if you fall, what to do if the horse goes berserk, and..."

"Then let's wait for Daddy to come back!"

"Daddy can't come back."

Gloll buried her head in Hermione's arms again, and Hermione had heard of it for the first time, so it should have been formed during the gap in her own absence! It's normal for times to change and change festivals.

However, according to the memories and recollections, there are very few entertainment activities for people in this world, and these rare celebrations are just for everyone to release, so they have also been handed down.

"On race day, I heard that there are excellent noble young masters from all over the world, but unfortunately I could only stand very far away and couldn't see the track." Agha said with a little envy at the right time.

Hermione touched Glore and joked, "If you don't obey again, let Mrs. Wappel choose someone for you to marry." ”

"I'm still young, but you can't fool me."

"This can indeed be considered, and Glore is not small." Wappel said solemnly. Glore jumped up and sat back in Woppel's arms to be coquettish, and everyone laughed when they saw this.

Outside a house in the city, Silvia and Karen were standing in the shadows, and this was the only place in the side-by-side houses where the lights were dim, which provided them with convenience.

"You'll be left to figure it out on your own at the beginning, and I'll give you tips, but it won't help any more."

"Of course, I'll figure it out myself."

"Very well, you are quite worthy of cultivation, if you can complete the revenge, I may introduce you to join my secret organization."

Sylvia vanished into the shadows, and Clen slid into the house through the darkness.

In the suburban villages, there are many pedestrians at the intersections, some returning from work, and some are gathered by vendors who set up stalls next to them, making the road a little congested. The tavern and inn shop next to it was already full, and at the table near the road, the fat man was on the side, next to two middle-aged men with curly hair and a messy beard, and a younger one, drinking beer without the smell of alcohol.

"I said, Wei Lang, why don't you rush in, it's just a woman, next time you take advantage of the man's absence, rush in directly, and we will help you drag the village chief brothers down."

"yes, that punch hurt me for days, and that guy was so hard that he had to teach them a lesson."

"They just came here with so many big boxes and small boxes, and there must be a lot of valuable things, and after they succeed, everyone will divide them equally, hide for a while, and what can an outsider say."

"That woman is a rare beauty! It can be compared with the aristocratic wives and ladies in the city. I saw it so beautiful last time at the Red Theater, but it's a pity that those are enjoyed by the old men. ”

"I think Fina on the other side is a good fit for you." One of them pointed to the sturdy woman selling bread pies across from her, plain-looking, with an apron stained with oil and strong muscular arms.

"Fina! I'm afraid that I will be crushed to death by her arm, so I'll let it go to you. The man said drunkenly. Laughter rang out all around.

"You cowards, I've been shouting at the door for so long, and you guys are hiding behind and watching the show. It's been so long, my little pet is probably dead inside. ”

"Wei Lang, it's not right for you to say that, the village chief and the brothers are all watching! You're not afraid, we're afraid! ”

"Those little green imps, you can catch a few more and raise them,"

"You think you can catch it if you want to, damn it, I'll make them pay."

The fat on Valeant's face was crowded together, extremely vicious. Thinking of this, my heart aches faintly, those little ghosts were left by my father, and I don't know how my father got them, and I haven't come back since my father left one night more than ten years ago. Very few people know, and only the accomplices in front of them know.

I wanted to find out if the outsiders had anything valuable, or to get an unexpected harvest, but there was no news after entering the forest. You have to find a chance to get in, and you can't lose that good imp in vain.

Aloisius kept shuttling through the woods behind him, several small things wrapped around his body attacking him, raising his hand to slap away the flying bows and arrows, and quickly lead them to the trap area.

Looking at the burning pit in front of them, the traps and magic set by himself and his wife actually accidentally caught several special and extraordinary creatures that had become extinct—forest dolls, human knee-high, green or gray-brown all over the body, dry skin like tree bark, and demonic features.

According to the diary I saw in the Lemburg Library, some ancient and isolated tribes in the southern continent would mummify dead babies, and then ask the power of the gods to bring the doll back to life through their unique rituals.

Looking at the few flocculent hedrons in his hand, Aloisius fell into deep thought, "That Valean is very suspicious, but he is just a relatively strong normal person; Or maybe these things have been living in the woods all along. Whatever the point, be careful.