On the beach of the coastal village, old Tatton and his 'son' dragged up the boat that had gone out to sea, and seemed to have a feeling of feeling to put down the repaired boat patch and go to the shore under the trees that separated the village from the beach.

Coconut palms and wind-proof fine-leaved trees form a large shade here, and it is a place for villagers to rest and work. There sat an ordinary woman, whose tools for mending fishing nets stopped, as if still.

Seeing the old man in front of him, he looked up and smiled at him, his eyes were a little dull, like an old friend he hadn't seen for many days. Old Taton relied on that feeling to guess who the person in front of him was, and his heart fluctuated a little.

"Traitor, I didn't expect to dare to come to me, it's good to come back, just to make up for the lack of Schiller before."

As he spoke, the trees around him and the scene twisted together, leaving where he was standing unaffected. A bewildered voice filled the place, and she passed through the space like a folded paper to the ears of the ordinary woman, and her dull gaze was a little confused and she was about to get up and walk towards the old man.

"Can you represent God? We're just dogmatic, you're a traitor. Since I dare to appear in front of you, of course I am ready, after all, I promised others. ”

After the woman finished speaking, her body exploded directly, and the scattered flesh and blood wrapped the shadows that solidified on the ground, turning into a large net of flesh and blood that was half illusory and half real to cover this folded space.

A transparent liquid emitting white light flowed above the red wriggling, and the ripples on the surface appeared, and beautiful notes came out of it, filling the space.

Old Taton lowered his head to resist the sound of temptation, and from time to time his body cracked a few small openings and blood flowed out. There were white ripples around him, turning into a curtain of light, defending him against the vast net of flesh and blood that had tightened the space like tying up Rouyuan's objects. The web of flesh and blood shook, and the frenzied voice replaced the original temptation, trying to swallow the whole place.

"Are you crazy? This will lead those false gods to the doglegs, what good will it do you. ”

"It's good for you, you didn't think about it when you sacrificed us." Voices came from all sides, sweeping towards Old Taton in the middle, and the barrier was about to shatter.

Just as the net of flesh and blood was about to completely devour the place, the voice of reassurance came, and the old Taton, who was about to be bound, breathed a sigh of relief.

Those who are full of wonderful, furious, seren, manic... The notes smoothed out the folded space, the thick ancient whispers appeared in the ears, and the ground under the feet turned into layers of gray and black quicksand, on which were dots of light of different sizes, red, yellow, blue, white..., as if you were in front of a huge black curtain and looked up at the stars up close.

"Blessed Schiller? I think it's more appropriate to call it a curse. ”

The web of flesh and blood dissipated, leaving one last word inside. The picture shattered, and the puddle of blood in front of Old Taton jumped up from the ground and covered him.

The remaining traces of blood that came into the air seemed to have been struck by an invisible object, spilling onto the rotten wooden stakes around them and melting into the ground. Old Tatton left with trepidation, and his 'son' was there watching him with a little boy.

The surrounding trees and objects have long since rotted and decayed, forming a small irregular area, and the original yellow-white sand beach has also turned gray and black, and the leaves that have been swept in by the wind have turned into powder in the air.

"Father, where are we going now?"

"Stay here, and clean her up later."

After saying that, Old Taton quickly erased his traces and left here to return to the sea. The people present just now all died directly, but fortunately there are not many people now, as long as a few come to mend the fishing nets, they should still be able to get through.

On the ship, old Taton wondered about the words and purpose of the other party, she would also leave traces when she came here, so it would be no good for anyone, there was nothing to do?

"Ellen cast fishing nets, by the way, see if your brother Daniel is fishing in the nearby seas, I'll take a break and take care of Schiller."

"Understood, father."

When Old Taton finished covering himself with a canvas, Ellen unleashed his torn nets and rowed out on the sea, while Schiller, who was somewhat silent, sat in the shadow of the canvas and watched it all.

Hermione, who returned to the manor, went directly to her room, looked at the mirror in front of her, and took out a few strands of Lucy's hair, which quickly turned into ashes and merged into the mirror, similar to the rippling waters of a lake.

"Is there an organization similar to Mingshu behind Lucy? I want to know a little bit about her behind her. ”

Scenes quickly crossed in the mirror, some glamorous, some destitute... Crowds of people mingle in and out of the high-end clubhouses or small, but clean houses.

Finally, the very thin yellow-haired girl was picked up from the straw and thrown into a carriage by two rugged men, and there were several children in the same situation, whose dark faces could not distinguish between men and women.

Hermione finally couldn't bear to take a look at Lucy's past, what was the use of making herself sigh, it seemed that she really didn't hide her denial.

"Is Enise in there too?"

A white mist appeared in the mirror, without any information. Hermione, who was holding a hint of luck, still changed the question, the connection here has almost nothing to do with the media, and it is in vain to ask it. You can't do divination in the void.

"How do I find them in the Duchy of Faro, I need information about the contact person behind Lucy, who do I call?"

This is clear enough, she doesn't believe that Lucy hasn't been in contact, hasn't spoken, hasn't met. Hermione then made a note of the information provided, and when she went to Langeburg to find the Blue Star Brotherhood later, she would find this man named Tony Jonas together.

After doing this, Hermione, who had probably seen Lucy's past, lay on the table with some emotion. 'It's a life of hard work before and after!' The mirror in his hand quickly appeared with a picture of the men and women in it, some of whom were old, and their faces were obviously different from those of the current people. Then it transformed into two heroic women with long red hair, with a sense of pride.

"I don't know how you guys are doing, I'll try." The mirror then flipped onto the table and disappeared.

Outside, on the floor-to-ceiling balcony with wind chimes, the horizon of the sea in the distance has been covered by dark clouds, and the orange afterglow of the sun is compressed to the side, and the sea breeze with the smell of water vapor makes the wind chimes sound disorderly.

"It's not a good time, it's a ripe fruit, but it's going to suffer."

"Let's hope it doesn't last that long, so that we can buy more raw materials and keep them."

Hermione chatted with Dermot, who appeared behind her, as it was late autumn harvest time for apples and grapes.

"Then it depends on the above."