In Fountain Square, where night had already shrouded and the church and its surroundings were lit up, Jorah leaned against the door of the church with her ears covered, and Fleg, with the assistance of Father Gerhardt, shot the screaming and nagging homeless people outside.

Obviously, there was no sound, and there was nothing else around except ambient sounds, but several people could clearly hear those chaotic voices whispering in their ears, and then exploded violently, making Jora and the others feel upset.

If it weren't for the fact that Father Gerhardt brought a Level 3 seal and the negative effect was to make people lose their perception of the outside world, several people probably wouldn't want to go out of the church, after all, the sound was too ugly.

"Leave a mouth alive, brother. Finally, there is a clue. ”

Jorah hurriedly ran out, and was very lucky to knock over an open-mouthed homeless man who wanted to escape, and knocked him unconscious with another punch, ignoring the stains on his hands, and dragged the homeless man back to the church.

Flegg also shot the three accomplices to death. Most of the homeless people they saw along the way were asking for food, or they came to ask for food. Jorah, who had become short-tempered, directly gave them their favorite big-mouth scrapers, and the homeless people they saw behind them quickly ran away.

Back outside the fountain square, they noticed a homeless man shaking wildly with a conch, and the two of them hurried up, and the man fell to the ground and died. The people next to him tried to leave but were stopped by Jorah and Fleg, and the people who were still moving were also forced back by Fleg's shot. At this time, the homeless man sitting next to the deceased man stuffed the conch directly into the deceased's mouth and broke it, and the frantic noise began to wreak havoc here. The dead man also stood up and began to scream with the people around him, and the unaffected people heard it and passed out.

"It's strange, I haven't encountered this ability yet, and I don't need to make a sound." Flegg felt that he might not have seen the world, and was embarrassed to say this.

"I didn't expect them to hide here, it's really hard to find!"

Father Gerhard came here and prayed for the deceased. The homeless people who had passed out and came to spend the night around had not woken up yet, and now Flegg could only ask the police to take everyone who was present back and lock them up, but fortunately there were not too many of them.

"Teacher, Fleg, this is a calming elixir, you can drink it, it is good for mental stability." Samont gave Gerhardt and Flegg two small tubes of potion for them to drink.

"Thank you, Samon."

Several people regained their senses, looking at the corpse that caused the problem, inside the open mouth, there were blood-stained conch fragments, the expression remained the same as shouting before death, the body emitted a foul smell, and the tattered clothes and skin were covered with dirt.

"It looks very similar to Hu Bo's, but Hu Bo made a direct sound, we still have to be careful later, if they are premeditated and organized, they can preemptively interfere with us, and then others will catch that moment and give a fatal blow." Flegg analyzes based on his own experience.

"Let's see if we can ask anything, and by the way, dispose of these corpses." Father Gerhard took out a piece of cloth and asked Flegg to turn the dead man over and shoot the pieces out of his mouth with the blood. Gerhardt quickly wrapped it up and took it back to church.

Samont looked around and voiced his doubts. "There are fewer homeless people here, did you scare them away from Fleg?"

"Yes, it's too little, you reminded me to strictly check the homeless people who have recently left here. Samont, take a look here, and when the police arrive, let them take these people back and watch. ”

Flegg patted Samont on the shoulder and walked quickly to the church, leaving a thoughtful Samont, he didn't expect the cultists to stay here at the foot of the church, sure enough, the most dangerous place is the safest place, how to arrange the follow-up plan? Let's put it first!

Inside the manor, Hermione and Dermot sat in the women's lounge, chatting at a table covered with beige patterned tablecloths. The yellow light makes it a little dim, but it's just enough to see the night view outside the window.

Hermione, who put down the cup, found herself very calm, I don't know why she was still thinking about things just now, and now she doesn't think about it anymore, is it a mental effect? I'm afraid that Dermot, who was sitting next to him, was also very sober and thinking about his own business.

"Teacher Hermione, didn't you have a lot to say just now, why are you bored so much and still don't say it."

"I'm here to hear from you, it's better to know less about my affairs. After all, I'm a disaster, do you like disasters? Those people look at me more like instinctive desires, and I've tried hard to restrain them, looking at you every day like a spectator. After saying that, Hermione poured some sour beer into the cup, which was a little bitter, and just drank it as a drink.

"When you say this, I seem to like your appearance first, and I feel very close to you at first, and then I find out that you are also a very gentle and kind person, just like not a person from this world. Although you look at those people outside, although they are very cold, I can sense the pity, pain, and powerlessness in their eyes. Although sometimes anger can suddenly become very scary and freeze the air around us, we still love to be around you. ”

"Don't think I don't know, you always come to secretly take advantage of me, the saliva on my face is yours, for the sake of being a good sister, I don't care. What are you going to do with that matter, are you leaving Emma in foster care for someone else? ”

When Hermione was in Pritz, it was difficult for Wappel to take care of Glore, and she usually preferred to visit the clothing store owned by herself and her friends and use Hermione as a model.

"I didn't expect to be discovered by you, who made you so good-looking, we don't know why we like to stay with you, don't you want to satisfy my little wish as a lonely widow?"

"What about Emma?"

Seeing that Dermot leaned the topic on herself, Hermione pulled her directly and asked her to answer. She said that it is really possible to sell the little girl Emma to the Red Theater in this world, and everyone will turn a blind eye, and the illegitimate daughter is not a child of the family at all, and there are already many orphans in the town who have a tragic ending, at least stay as a servant.

Dermot leaned on Hermione and drank half a glass of wine, and his eyes returned to their former firmness: "You know what? If I agree, then I'll be a joke in Kamarytown, and my dignity will be gone. What's the difference between that and the girls standing on the street outside, they can't resist life, but I can fight against my injustice.

"Why did you all come to persuade me, I am the victim! Am I doing something wrong? I've been playing a good wife and Hans's mother, and I've not had as much fun as Ortel and Raydelman, and they think I don't know? I know everything, I just don't want to spoil our relationship.

"Is it because she's young, she's ignorant, she's pitiful? But who is going to pity me, do you think that I am that kind of bad person, am I a bad person?

After a flurry of answers, Dermot burst into tears, tears dripping from Hermione's chest, and Hermione held her in her arms, allowing her to vent her accumulated emotions. Say it like this, it's not good to hold back, it's going to accumulate more and more, and you're a bad person!

"Originally, I was out of sight and out of mind, but I didn't expect her to be so ignorant. I won't admit it if it's public now, that's the bottom line. For your sake, I can let her stay and be Hans's maid from now on.

But a 3-year-old child knows what to do, and she doesn't have a choice. Hermione didn't say it, she wouldn't say that to Dermot, she could only keep comforting her. Emma at least doesn't have to worry about the rest of her life.

"We are all people who are powerless in the face of fate, we can only choose from the existing options, and all we can do is hope that it will be better. You can go and talk to Geisler, after all, it's better to talk about it, you still have a long time to come, and Hans. And I'm not a good person, you don't have to worry. ”

"Isn't that something that good people shouldn't be worried about?" Dermot said in a somewhat nasal voice.

"So you've got to watch out for me in case I go crazy one day."

"Then I guess I'm going crazy too."

Hermione hugged Dermot and suddenly laughed, and Dermot followed, not knowing whether to laugh at herself or be happy.

After taking some time to coax Dermot to pieces, Hermione asked Marylith, who heard the crying, to help her go to Geisler. Although there was the sound of some soldiers in the back, it should have been generally stable, and she didn't know if it was right or wrong.

After dealing with this, Hermione finally had time to prepare for her own business. I climbed out the window and went outside, and found a decent high point, planning to arrange a few perceptual spells and find a few spirits to watch the wind, even if I wasn't here, I could get feedback.

'Spirits who are willing for me to drive me, come and do something for me.' ’

(End of chapter)