There was a large crowd of shouting people around the entrance of the church in Fountain Square, and Samon could only stand here with a few trainee deacons to prevent them from swarming in.

"If you don't queue up any longer, you'll have to use it to repair your damaged church items."

Wearing an apron, Mark smiled and put away a small bag and left here, followed by Hannah, who was smiling in a daze, blonde hair stained with some gray powder.

"Viceroy Samont, thank you so much." After saying hello, the two squeezed through the crowd and left.

"Let the police do it."

Some skinny cops squeezed in from the outside.

"Father Samont, some people are a little excited, Sheriff Jorah asked me to bring you for a cleansing baptism, they are all waiting outside."

"Just wait a while, and wait for the people here to deal with it. You go and appease them first. ”

Ordered, Samont tried to get the men in a line to get Gerhardt in front to receive compensation. In order to quickly eliminate the influence of Hubo and maintain the reputation of the church's impartiality, he suggested to Gerhardt that he should do this, and that if he went to the top, he would be divided by the internal officials anyway, and it would be better to gain some prestige.

"Brandley, don't tell me, Hubo slept with you, you didn't wash your clothes, that leather smell stinks."

Sadon said helplessly to the middle-aged man in front of him in a pitch-black leather apron, his hair was messy, he was not tall, his teeth were missing, and his eyebrows were scratched.

"What have you been thinking all day, Samont, I didn't pay for the fine leather that Hubo asked me for last time, I can have a contract."

After saying that, Brandley took out a yellowed note from his bosom and opened it for Samont to show that there was indeed Friedrich Huber's signature underneath.

"In that case, you should line up well, I won't deduct you."

After dealing with the people, Samon let in some more excited people and presided over the ceremony. Some of them had a simple piece of newspaper paper in their hands that they were going to hold a new sport in the big meadow in the suburbs, and invited everyone to participate for free.

Too many things have happened in the last few days, making Samon feel that it has been a long time before he remembers that those rich businessmen still engaged in this activity, hoping that nothing will happen, he doesn't want to attract any big people here, too many secrets are easy to see through. Someone asked for a newspaper, and Samont found Gerhardt, who was sitting down to rest.

"Teacher, are you going to participate tomorrow? I remember Baron Lorry and Fallon, they seem to have invited you too. ”

"I'm still going to watch at the church, you go over there and take a look, and see if there are any special circumstances. Fortunately, those hidden dangers broke out in advance, and now they are almost cleaned up. Pay more attention to the requests of those who go unnoticed, or it will happen later. ”

"Teacher, these are not things we can decide, you don't have to blame yourself too much, as long as the society does not change, Hu Bo and those people will continue to appear." Looking at Gerhardt, who sighed in silence, Samont opened his mouth to comfort.

"I understand, I'm going to rest for a while, you take care of Eva's family by the way, they are innocent."

Looking at Gerhardt's somewhat old background, Samon didn't think that Eva's family was innocent, they were also enjoyed by vested interests, and they had read some books themselves, but unfortunately no one was interested in these books in his place, and he was too, so he couldn't understand it better.

After instructing several of the trainee deacons to pay attention to what to do, Samont made a daily visit to Eva's family, who had been living in the house behind the church for the last few days. Father Gerhard left them the house and the property inside, which is not bad. He had to make this place his own home, and it would be in his interest to befriend these people.

Opening the door and entering the back hallway, on the grass outside the stone fence, Eva's three children were kicking a small leather ball, just to pass the boring time here. Samont greeted them with his support for the blackened guardrail, which they had been familiar with for a few days.

"Havertz, Maria, Lehman, you pay attention not to go outside yet, just play here, you can tell me something."

"We see, Samon, are you going to come and play along?"

"I'll go and enlighten your mother first, don't crook your feet, those shoes are not suitable for too much force."

"Then we'll wait for you."

Arriving at the old courtyard behind the meadow, Samont pushed open the wooden door that had been old for some time, and the edges and corners of the masonry on the side of the door frame had been smoothed. The interior is simple and a little dim, with a few yellow candles lit in the dark.

The old table was covered with a blue and white checkered tablecloth, and the basket on it contained the bread and sausages to be eaten tonight, and the vase with a few unknown flowers was placed, the stone floor was cleaned, and a few floor-to-ceiling candlesticks were placed on the walls.

Since it is a former building, the space is a little cramped. Samont walked through to the inner room, where a somewhat haggard Eva sat at the red and black desk looking at some old holy texts of knowledge, one hand on her forehead, and the pages of the open book stayed there. Some deep facial features give Samon a special feeling, and he is simply wearing an off-white plain skirt with a dark red shirt, and his hair is naturally scattered behind.

"Lady Eva, are you feeling better? Does the previous medicine work? Samont finished speaking, and walked in with a smile on his face.

"Are you here, Father Samont, your medicine is useful, at least you sleep better." Eva turned her head and greeted Samon with a reluctant smile and asked him to sit down in the chair next to her desk.

"But I don't see that yours is getting better, and your sorrow is not less, it's not your fault, you don't have to lock yourself in it."

"My family ended up lonely with me, I was a sinner, I couldn't correct Hubo, I didn't revive the family, and I made my children suffer too." Eva's eyes moistened as she spoke.

Samont held back his true words, like you, who are obedient and bound by rules and regulations, so that you can't see the changes in this world, what is the family? It's only true if you're strong.

And Hu Bo deserved it, he hurt so many people, and he also destroyed his base camp plan, you are angry and have deeper feelings, if you directly create an accident and do him, you will be the master of your own house.

"Life is short, regret will always accompany a person's life, Mrs. Eva, you have to learn to look forward. We can only strive to be the passengers in the train of the times, not the wave that splashes down and disappears with a pop. ”

"What can I see now, I don't have anything, I don't even know how to feed my children. Nor did my father reply to my letter. ”

Looking at Eva crying in front of her, Samont thought of something and smiled to comfort the person in front of her.

"Lady Eva, do you want some solace for the soul?"

Hermione, who returned to the manor, checked Dermot once, and after no problem, let him go about his own business, and he still had to teach and educate people, even Party A couldn't stick to himself like this.

Geisler Sr. went to his partner early to play the obvious game, apparently unaffected by the aftermath of the incident. These guys really want money and don't want to die, and Hermione persuaded her to hold it in a week, I don't know how they passed the application to maintain the original date?

Hermione also got a white invitation letter from Phnom Penh, and was honored to be the initial member of the world's first official football club.

This should also be regarded as a kind of self-anchor, after all, the introduction and the rule booklet are all organized by themselves, and their own pseudonym Marple Austin is printed on it and spreads out, which can clearly point to themselves.

It is estimated that I will be able to recover some soon, but when the time comes, let my lord take out the brand of the original witch in his body and graft it to the evil god, so that the evil god can also enjoy the taste of the witch.

Thinking about her life after regaining her strength, Hermione unconsciously stood there and laughed, in the eyes of outsiders, she was a strange person in the air.

"Sister Hermione, are you sick? Still thinking about something funny. Hans asked, puzzled.

"It's fantasy time, fantasize about the beauty of life in the future, let's go to class."

Pulling Hans up, Hermione walked happily.

(End of chapter)