Under the pews in the church, Father Gerhardt and Perek sat together like old friends, exchanging information about their trip. Samont glanced at the official government official with some curiosity and made a note of his appearance.

"Deputy Mayor Nash Ode feels like he died of natural causes, we can't find any reason, even divination has no results, and Grand Priest Lucas has no choice.

"It was his brother Nashodd Jr., who collapsed into a rotting lump of flesh out of control, and scared everyone who saw it crazy. We were going to try divination to find the reason, but we were directly stopped by Archpriest Lucas, who said that it was far beyond what we could handle, and in the end it was His Excellency Archbishop Colompel who intervened and determined that the cause was here, but there were other people.

"So I'll have to come and check it out myself.

In some areas of the Dominion south of Marceek, under the diocese under the responsibility of the cardinal, the high priest is in charge of the relatively independent free city and the large city, and the lower places are managed by the chief priest and the deacon, and different administrative methods have been formed in different regions to relieve the pressure on the cardinal in management and strengthen the control of the grassroots level.

"Is there anyone else? Director Perek, you have a wealth of occult knowledge and should have your own judgment. ”

"I want to see someone, I want you to accompany me, I don't want a bad misunderstanding."

"Is that her?"

"Yes, the source of the curse should be hers."

"Then we'll have to wait a while, she guesses it will take some time to get back. Now I am participating in a new sport called football. ”

"This? Looks pretty good. Perek held up the tabloids left on the church table and chairs.

"She's such an interesting person, I hope you bear with me, she won't mess around, I'm afraid she will be taken advantage of."

"I don't dare, so let's wait!"

"Have the fugitives been caught? I always felt that they had other purposes, and Hubo was more like an accident, he was a selfish and shrewd man who would not give up the life he had and run for death. ”

"There are too many homeless people in society, and the scope of movement is also large, just like looking for a needle in a haystack. The result of the divination is also a blurry photo, and they are very clever and willing to break their arms to survive. ”

"You have to take care of the homeless, otherwise there will be something later."

"I'll try to mention it to my superiors, as much as I can."

After saying that, the two fell silent. After sending off the believers who had asked for help, Samon left the place and went back. He also kind of wanted to go to the stadium to see what it looked like, there were many opportunities in the future, and now it was better to seize the time, and the woman.

In the stands, Hermione watched with her face up, the game was finally coming to an end, and the two teams on the field each took a few penalties, and it was really easy to kick and kick. The audience in the surrounding area also erupted in screams from time to time, and she vaguely felt that there were more occult cognitive imprints, and the mental repetition should not be so frequent recently.

When she stabilizes, she should be able to try to recover to the power of the Sage, at least with the power of self-preservation, and then she can face her enemies head-on.

The whistle blew, Hermione woke up from her thoughts, the game was over, I don't know if it was the result they deliberately arranged, Camary Town won 2-1 against Lange United, there were a lot of goals, they were undoubtedly blown off by the referee, and it was okay to fall in front of the goal and hit it with his hands, Hermione wrote out the general rules.

"Ms. Austin, we invite you to present them with the award, which is a responsibility of the promoters and an honor for the players. We will take this opportunity to announce the formation of the club later. ”

Geisler and Fallon invited Hermione, and the brass trophy stood with the canonical inscription of the god of knowledge and wisdom, simply shaped like a cup with a handle.

Hermione took the trophy and walked to the guardrail, where she was the only woman in a row of men, and the ladies were standing in the back area. The players below with red skin and soaked in sweat unconsciously looked at Hermione who was holding the brass trophy in the middle, and the quiet and charming girl filled them with fantasies.

"Lorry, I now understand why you would be willing to involve her. She is indeed very charming, a little ordinary at first, but the longer you look at it, the easier it is to fall into it, and she is the most beautiful and attractive girl I have ever talked about. ”

Standing a little farther away, Lorry and Bock leaned against the guardrail and chatted, their eyes focused on Hermione, who was shaking hands with the team members on the right.

"If you like it, try it, but it's a pity that an old man like me is not competitive, and if I am ten years younger, I will also go to it."

On the U-shaped wooden board, the surrounding spectators were a little excited to reminisce about the game just now, and talked to each other about their peers who came to watch together. Charlotte and Nancy still had some of the excitement they had just shouted. Flegg next to him breathed a sigh of relief, as long as nothing big happened, and the next thing was to follow the clues and follow the people who ran away.

Jorah stood there with some concern, looking at the players celebrating in the distance, and there was a figure there that he was very familiar with, and because he was a little far away, he only noticed when he came to the front of the stage.

It is a good thing to let the residents have more recreational activities, and if they encounter a cultist who wants to make trouble, so many people are prone to outbreaks in a narrow place.

"What are you thinking? Jorah, it's time for us to go, do you want to attend the inauguration ceremony ahead? ”

Flegg woke him up, and there was already a crowd of people sitting in the middle stand, and the people above were talking. Due to the distance, they didn't hear clearly, and the audience who didn't leave the venue surrounded them curiously. All kinds of children also kicked the ball they had received inside.

"It's nothing, it's fun, there's a catharsis opportunity to release stress, and it's good for ordinary people, let's go back."

"It feels like it's hot, and I kind of want to play for a while and vent all my worries."

Charlotte, who was following her, ran to the staff to get a tan ball back, and the special prize for the spectators of the game was probably this.

"That's just you and Nancy playing alongside, and the rules are in the booklet."

A few people walked back from the somewhat dilapidated streets, and hiring a carriage was not necessary for them.

Hermione, who finished a short speech, walked down from the podium, probably because the intention was to let everyone enjoy the pleasure brought by sports, add some fun to life, etc., and then came up with this sport, I hope everyone can like it...

The young man in the clergy of the Church of Knowledge stood there, and when he saw Hermione's face a little anxious, he hurriedly stepped forward. Hermione had some impressions of him, as a trainee deacon named Lucius.

"Ma'am, Father Gerhardt has invited you to the church, and there is something urgent."

"Now?"

"Yes, time is a little short, and the carriage is already waiting."

"Then I'll talk about it."

Hermione then explained the reason to Dermott and Geisler, and followed Lucius to the church, where the white silk gloves were taken off and the membership badge she was holding back in her pocket.

In the village on the edge of the beach in the town of Kamari, an old man dressed in taupe burlap returned with two young men and a young boy dressed similarly.

The yellow sand between the sea and the village shines brightly in the sun, and the scattered coconut palms are scattered around, near the edge of the village, where they are densest and separated from the village like a dividing strip. There are some fishing nets and hammocks for sleeping and resting underneath. The repaired fishing boats were turned over and left to dry on the beach.

At this time, most of the fishermen who came back from early days were resting, and the old woman on the side of the road who was carrying a net and opening it for mending noticed them and smiled; "Taton, are you back with your son and grandson making a lot of money?"

"Don't talk about this, if I really have money, I don't have to come back to my old business, what work does Madame Rufu need help with, just call me these two sons, I can't move when I'm old."

"Then I'm not welcome in the future, your house may have to be repaired, I still have some planks here, not enough to come and get it."

"You're as kind as ever, Madame Rufu."

Old Taton took his imaginary children and grandchildren to the somewhat dilapidated house and began to clean up, how could he give up what he had worked so hard to develop, and now it was a big deal to start over. Those people probably didn't think that they would leave a trace in Langeburg, and eventually completely eliminate the connection and return here with a different identity.

(End of chapter)