"Praise be to the Lord of Knowledge, and may you and I be eternal in His light. My name is Marple Austin, and I'm here to see your parish priest, Louis Chris Yanch, and here's my letter of proof. ”

Hermione gave the letter she had received from Father Gerhardt to the clergy in front of her.

He looked at Hermione with some confusion, opened it again, and confirmed that there was no problem with the mark on it. It's really not a kid who has left home.

"Please wait here for a while, Lord Priest Yanqi has already gone back to rest, and I will go to Deputy Priest Kodez to talk about it."

After watching the officer on duty walk in the back, Hermione sat on a bench next to her and waited. The candles in the candelabra were already halfway burned, and the lights swayed with the breeze coming in.

The black-robed man with some sleepiness in the back walked out with the officer on duty just now. Short curly hair, black hair, brown pupils, broad shoulders and tall, look twenty-seven or eighteen years old.

"I'm sorry, guest from afar, I'm a little casual, please forgive me. My name is Sisvestre Garnett von Curdis, and I am the deputy priest of the Church of Art. Bishop Yanqi has gone home to rest, and will come tomorrow, and I suggest that Ms. Austin go to the hotel and rest first. ”

"I will, I'm just here to inform you, so as not to have an unpleasant misunderstanding."

"There happens to be a nice hotel nearby, I'll take you there. Anyway, it's also a distinguished guest, and I don't lose money by running errands. ”

After Curdez finished speaking, he helped Hermione lift the box, and after explaining a few words to the person on duty, he walked in front and took Hermione to the hotel.

The streets were already quiet at night, except for the sounds of small animals in the grass. The leader, Curdis, walked to the left of the plaza and walked through the passage between the rooms there, not looking closely at the path.

"Were you harassed when you came? Recently, it has been a bit unpeaceful here, and it seems that it is not easy for you to dare to come here by yourself at night. ”

"The people here are very nice, I heard that I came to the Yate Church to do business, and even the travel expenses were confiscated, and I forced him to accept it."

"That's good, I'm afraid that those gangsters who have nothing to do will target you, and those scum should have been cleaned up a long time ago." Kodice said this coldly.

"Everyone has the meaning of his existence, not to mention the good and the bad, so as to form a complete society."

Hermione thought it would be a pity that Cordez didn't go to be the chief of the Stuttgart Police Department, so that the security here would be much better.

"The Bertram Hotel has arrived, you can tell me anything about it, although I don't know what you're going to do, but it's definitely related to extraordinary events, there's no need to hide it like ordinary people."

On the side of the hotel is a meadow separated by trees and a grass wall with a stowed awning and some piled up items, and the red carpet extends beyond the steps along the hardened road to the gate.

There was a somewhat sleepy waiter sitting at the front desk inside, and when he saw a guest coming, he quickly stood up and said hello.

Cordez seemed to know them, and the male and female attendants also had great respect for him. He just asked them to open the room, and let the waitress carry the box and take Hermione up the long ladder behind.

"I'll go back first, see you tomorrow, Ms. Austin." Cordez stretched out his hand and walked away. Hermione politely said goodbye to him.

"Please come with me, Ms. Austin."

A well-dressed waitress led Hermione up, and there seemed to be some confetti and other celebratory items left on the red carpet below.

Coming to the room with house number 517, the maid opened the door, and the interior was clean and neatly decorated, the smell was sober, the wallpaper was light yellow flowers, and the crystal chandelier on it emitted a warm yellow light.

The upright bookshelf decoration also separates a small room that resembles a conversation, with sofas and small tables. After observing Hermien, he sighed that he had been wandering so many times, and finally lived in a good place.

The maid explained to her the use of the contents according to the process, left the key, and then said goodbye and closed the door and left.

Hermione also put the clothes in the suitcase in the shuttered wardrobe next to the bed, and the boots were taken off directly on the shoe rack at the door, and put on the strappy sandals provided by the hotel, the dark pink carpet on the floor was soft, and barefoot was not a big problem.

After carefully checking that there is no problem inside, take the provided toiletries and go to the bathroom to take a shower. On the bedside table next to the bed, there is not only a pale yellow bedside lamp, but also a bright rose inserted in a slender transparent glass bottle.

Hermione, who had changed into a white nightdress, made it to the rattan upholstered chair next to her, and changed the card there so that they could change it to Rose when they changed it tomorrow, Hermione preferred her sister. As for the important items on the body, the others are not afraid of losing them.

After a while, there was a knock on the door, and Hermione wondered why someone was still looking for her at this time, so she put on a coat and her hair was still wrapped in a towel, and went to open the door.

The waiter was stunned at the door with a plate of clear glass bottles of water and some delicate snacks.

"Thank you." Hermione deftly took what he was holding and closed the door. He placed the plate on the table next to the loveseat and came to the window, where the yellow pattern curtain was opened, leaving a white soft curtain hanging there.

There were some porcelain and literary works on the decorative cabinets on both sides, and Hermione did not give up on these blind spots, lest something disturb her.

Lying back in bed when she was done, she returned to deep meditation again, feeling the excitement of the imprints of her movements already bringing about by the players, and how good it would be if they were a little more solid.

The next day, she was awakened by the light softened by the white curtain. The environment is quiet, and there is no noisy feeling of an ordinary hotel.

Her red hair was scattered and covered part of her face, and she stretched down to get up and wash up.

After changing her clothes, Hermione took out her lace-up boots from the mirror space she was carrying, put them on, and prepared to go to the Church of Art to find Louis Yanqi, who usually omitted her middle name.

Before leaving, she arranged it inside, and connected the full-length mirror in the bedroom, so that she could come back directly. Small-scale movements do not leave a mark.

There were also a lot of well-dressed people walking in the aisle outside, and they looked like they were going to the dining room on the second floor. Hermione didn't have any interest in breakfast for the time being, and left the place directly.

Following the memory of yesterday, I walked to the main street outside and turned into the aisle between the rooms, where many locals also walked to the church. Hermione also wore a black coat and a black gauze top hat to hide her appearance.

There were many people scattered in the square ahead, and it was better than Carmari that there were no homeless people here. Hermione also followed the flow of people, and in the bookshelf area inside, last night's deputy priest Curdis was a little surprised to see Hermione who came so early.

"Do you want to take a rest again, after all, we people are not mentally good and prone to problems, so we can only accompany the Lord of Knowledge."

"I'm feeling good now, things are more important."

"Lord Louis is already here, you and I are here."

Cordez led her to the back office area, walked into a room, and saw Louis Chris Yanqi behind the desk, with books stacked very high in front of her, and a pile of papers that made the large desk look crowded.

"Is it the arrival of Archbishop Colomper's guest? Really young! ”

Yanqi stood up and greeted Hermione to sit on the couch next to him, he was wearing a pair of silver-rimmed glasses, his hair was a little messy, his face was deeply wrinkled, his brown pupils were brown, his beard was neatly trimmed, and he looked about forty years old.

"Luis, there's nothing I'll go back to first."

"Go and rest, Sylvestre. Thank you for your hard work last night. ”

Curdez closed the door as he left, and after seeing that there was no one around, Yanqi looked at Hermione with a look of expectation.

"Hello, Ms. Marple Austin, my name is Louis Yanqi, you can call me Luis or you can call me Yanqi. It's great to see a strong man go to Swan Castle again in my lifetime, and I hope you succeed. The unknown inside has added many legends to this land, and those who inquire about it will not reject it. ”

"Then I'll trouble you this time." Hermione didn't know what to say to him, and it sounded like she was going to die.

"Bishop Colompel has some other things, and he will come here to meet you later."

"This is my personal business, and it is a great honor to have your help."

"Inquiry and learning is our belief that omniscience is omnipotent, and we would love to see someone solve this puzzle. I'm sifting through the material that came out now, and it may take some time, so you can take a walk around Stuttgart recently and pay attention to the average person. ”

"Yes, I know all of this."

After talking to an excited Yanqi about the purpose of the trip and meeting each other, Hermione left. He also needs to sift through for himself where the next Schwanstein Castle may appear, and to disturb him is to disturb himself.

The people of the Church of Knowledge had learned a lot and had a somewhat pathological inquiry into the unknown, and Hermione didn't know if she should be thankful for it or worried about them.

Walking out of the oak black lacquer doorway, the thick singing voice of the choir outside came, and the large group of children on the stage directly crushed the choir in Camary Town. The people under the benches were quietly enjoying the moment, and a middle-aged-looking woman was directing the singing and playing, dressed in a conservative black religious robe.

Not wanting to spoil the moment, Hermione found a place in the bookshelf area and waited until the session was over before leaving.

The streets in front of the square were crowded with people, and the gloom brought by late autumn did not affect the area too much, except that the leaves of the trees were a little yellowish.

At the edge of the pool under the swan statue, there are many people here feeding the pigeons parked on the ground, and they are not afraid of people flying directly into their hands.

The people in Kamari should love that. After walking for a while, Hermione realized that she didn't know where to go. The target has not been found yet, and there is no medium for divination, so do you really want to wander around here?

Across the street are the open single-family buildings in the front yard, which face the church in the square. Some young people scattered here with frames painted, and looking at the direction they are drawing, the main body should be the church.

"Ma'am, could you please stay a little longer? I want to add your silhouette to the pedestrians in front. The male student in the dean's coat stopped Hermione as she continued on.

"Are you talking about me?" Hermione turned her head to look at him, she looked like she had just grown up, about the same height as herself, and her face was handsome.

"Yes, but it feels like you're the center of attention again, and the theme isn't right again."

"I'll take a look."

Hermione, who has nothing to do, just came to see the life of the students in this place, Runpretz has already seen it, and there are some modern rudiments, I wonder what it will be like here?

The picture in the frame shows the sunny blue sky of the main church, some of the surrounding buildings and green plants, and the pigeons in the square are surrounding the feeding people, their wings leaning down close to the palms of their hands.

"It's really not suitable, and there are not so many pedestrians below, you can just pick these positions." Hermione saw the following part a little, too many people are not good, and she has not studied art herself, so she can only come by feeling.

"Forget it, bother you. A personal portrait should suit you well, but unfortunately I don't know how to draw a good person right now. ”

"Come on, everyone is good at different things, let's draw these first."

After saying that, she turned around and left, she didn't know this or didn't stay long. There is a little more bad thing about these knowledge believers, that is, they always like to pull people to share their knowledge, thinking that the other party understands the same as him, and they don't understand the truth that they specialize in the art industry.

A schoolgirl approached Hermione and handed her a note with a sentence. "Hello, someone just asked me to give you this note."

After she finished her greetings, she returned to the canvas and continued painting. There are a lot of pedestrians who are also close to this place to review and check, and it should be at this time that I got it.

Hermione stepped over and opened the note, "Can we meet for a while?" You misunderstood me. ”

This person seems to be cautious, but he gives you his own medium, and it seems that there is still some sincerity. Then fold it into a strip of paper and place it in the palm of your hand.

"Where is he?"

The slender end of the strip pointed in one direction, and Hermione followed the lead. The students who still wanted to continue chatting with her could only sigh a few times.

"That lady is perfect for being a portrait model, or a model for those female saints."

"Then you have to work very hard to become a portrait master like Goethe, and paint the legendary St. Otini. When I see your work in the future, maybe the lady will agree to let you paint one. ”

"Then the time will change, and perhaps the lady will be old."

"Her temperament is still there, we are all about the same age, and it may be more enjoyable after years of precipitation at that time."

"I still like to be younger, unlike you."

(End of chapter)