In the inner area of the town of Camerie, in the middle of the large courtyard of the West Street, a detached three-and-a-half-story house, Madame Almiron asked her servants to wait on the first floor below, and went to the second floor herself, where the ladies of the two of them were entertained, and on the table was a neat deck of cards, the invention of Russell the Great to fight evil.

On the shelves on the walls are some bones, teeth, and plant specimens; There is also a bookshelf full of national publications, some of which have not yet been opened; Scattered mechanical parts are piled on top of a box in the corner, along with some clear glassware. Almiron saw that no one had come to the second floor to the third floor, where there were several rooms that had been set up to give them a place to rest.

As she walked down the aisle, she was pulled into the room by a hand, and Samont, who was wearing a white shirt, kissed her and took off her clergy clothes on a white gauze chair next to her.

"How about you, Raiderman, and Ottel?" Almiron was visibly worried, she didn't know why it was like this.

"They'll be here later, let's get busy first."

"Let's forget it! If I let Zorylia know, I don't even know what to do with her. ”

"I love you, and I love Zolilia too, and so does her, you don't have to worry."

Sarmont, not knowing why he was so agitated and annoyed by what had just happened, carried Madame Almiron back to the bed. It's a pity for Mrs. Dermot, she is the most beautiful of all these people.

There was a woman more beautiful than these people, the beauty he had ever seen in his life. She was able to make those movements, she was certainly not simple, maybe she came from there like herself. He was even more heartened by the thought of this, completely ignoring the pleas of Madame Almiron below.

Maybe God is going to send Himself to help when his opportunity comes? Since you ruined my good deeds, pay it back with yourself, and you must get her.

On the fishmonger's street, a haggard-looking and depressed man staggered in with another man with his head down, wearing a somewhat tattered brown coat that was not buttoned properly, and the white shirt inside could be seen stained with a lot of dust. They looked around with their spirits up, trying to find a place to hide.

The people around them turn a blind eye to them, and such a down-and-out person can see it every day, and tomorrow may be himself. The man saw the homeless man's nest in the low mud wall and hurried inside. An old man stood up inside, and hurriedly helped them inside.

"Help us."

The man grabbed the old man's hand, and the flesh and blood on his body continued to bulge and dissipate to another place, and the other person's body swelled a little, as if it was about to crack.

"This is your destiny, it was God who led you to meet me."

The old man hurriedly asked them to get them in, and then took out a white conch and put it to their ears, and the frowning brows of the two gradually eased. They felt the noise outside in their ears, and then disappeared, as if they were back in their most comfortable time.

The scolding of the two policemen came here again, the old man didn't care, 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 seal, a bunch of waste." The middle-aged man with a tired face was furious at the three people in front of him.

"Director Perek, there was some accident on the way, they took the residents of Amphenol Street hostage, and Nalio and Dunman had some scruples to let two run away."

"Craig, you're taking my words as a deaf ear, or are you unhappy with the rejection of your application."

"Don't dare."

"You guys go and clean up the rest of the hand."

The three of them then left the place, and Perek sat in his chair and looked at the new investigation report, the investigation of Miss Feina's origins, and turned the first page of the relatively thick investigation report.

On the lawn in the backyard of Geisler's house, Hermione was playing ball with some visiting wives, and the old Geisler, who came back a few days ago, saw these new products and thought it was good, and after chatting with Hermione for a while, he planned to produce some to promote them. Then take some gameplay and rules from Hermione and discuss them with a partner.

Hermione noticed that the elder Geisler was often away from home, or lived in Langeburg, the capital of the Duchy of Faro, not far from the town of Carmary, about half a day's journey by horse-drawn carriage.

He estimated that he had a lot of lovers there, and it was more like an emotionless marriage with Dermot, and anyway, there were heirs, and they each maintained a superficial relationship.

Hans had been playing too much lately to pay attention to his homework, and was now sitting in a chair next to the tree reading his homework. Hermione thought there was nothing more interesting than watching everyone play with punishments they couldn't play, otherwise it wouldn't be okay to keep using appearances to fool around.

"Ms. Hermione, you're playing with these things very interestingly, and this sportswear is really convenient with a men's design."

Altel played the shuttlecock over, and it looked like it was a good fit for her. A tennis court was being built on the flat ground a little farther away, which she also thought was good, and she didn't need to run too much, and she didn't have to jump around.

Here, Hermione watched her play with Mrs. Rydelman across from her, teaching them some rules tricks. Mrs. Dermot kicked the ball directly with a few other visitors on the small ground, more like they were walking and talking. Adai was also playing badminton with the girl named Zolilia, but it was scrapped a lot due to quality problems and her excessive force.

Mrs. Dermot hooked the ball on her toes and kicked it into the net pocket, and the shoes on her feet were padded sneakers that had been made up, and it seemed that she could do normal sports. Everyone felt that they had returned to the chairs under the big tree to rest, and there were two tables with some drinks and snacks on them.

"Zolilia, next time you wait for your mother to get better, remember to bring her to play together, so that it is much more comfortable after exercising, Almiron will not be able to walk steadily if he lacks exercise."

"Thank you for your concern, Aunt Dermot, it's good for mom to take a break. It's better than a lot of text, and I think I'm going to be assimilated by those ancient texts when I look at it again. ”

Radleman and Altel, who were next to them, wiped off their sweat with towels and walked over, wearing uniform pink long-sleeved tracksuits and hair bands tied back of their heads.

"Why don't you come to my house next time! Everyone takes turns. ”

"That's a good offer, I'm tired of those boring balls and banquets. It's better to play outdoors. ”

Hermione wore an off-white empty peaked cap, long red hair tied into a ponytail, and a gray-blue tracksuit, with a slender body. Listening to their conversation, I thought of the people outside and sighed a little. Then he came up behind Hans and watched him read his homework.

"Sister Hermione, you're stressing me out a little bit."

"I won't make a sound, you just don't exist for me."

The current appearance reminded Hermione of the old antique cards from more than ten years ago when she was taking the computer test at school. I was very unlucky to be stuck on the final submission page for three times in a row, and then the two invigilators accompanied me to write the fourth time. "I taught this class", "I also focused on this question", "I didn't expect you to pass the test, but you definitely didn't listen to my class properly".

Hermione didn't expect this feeling to be so comfortable, and the strange anchor knowledge increased again, as long as it could help her recognize herself, teaching 996 was worth it.

Probably because everyone saw Hermione standing behind Hans watching, and the invisible attraction made everyone present unconsciously move closer to this place. Hans: ε (┬┬_┬┬)3

Inside the low mud wall, the old man led the little boy to two men lying on a pile of rotten cloth, their expressions soothing and painless. The smell of rot and fishy smell came from all around, and the sea breeze stirred up the muddy sand on the ground from time to time.

"Oracle, please let them return to their suffering and save the world!"

Hearing this, the little boy put his hands on the body of the lying person, his eyes slowly closed, his mouth was full of words, and his hands quickly melted into the bodies of the two. In a trance, the little boy stood back beside the old man, and the people on the ground began to move, propping up their bodies and vomiting violently.

"Two brothers, welcome back. Just call me Old Taton. ”

"Can we talk from another place? Uhh

The group came to the back of a dilapidated wooden house, surrounded by simple dwellings made of wooden rags. The two who were rescued by Old Taton still resisted a little, but they still chose this place because of their feelings.

"Thank you for your help this time, we still have something to leave first, how much do you want."

"No, no, no, you've joined our brotherhood and sorority, and it's right to help each other."

Old Taton had a smile on his face, and his eyes looked like he was looking at a junior. The person on the other side was also a little surprised, and there was such a good thing, the flesh and blood on his face were constantly wriggling, and the skin debris was constantly falling off.

"In that case, then we'll take our leave."

After speaking, the person who was a little fat spit out the skin flakes that had touched his lips and left with the people around him. Old Tatton led the boy back behind the low wall, and the two men who had gone were back here.

"Hey, what's your name? The first time we met, just call me Old Taton. Old Taton still looked at the two of them with the eyes of an elder.

The two of them tore off the peeling skin flakes on their faces and replied nonchalantly.

"My name is Ellen Hoffman/Daniel Hartmann. Long time no see, old Tatton. ”