Hermione, who returned to the Brent Hotel, checked out the cancellation procedures, packed up her salutes and prepared to leave for Garcia.

I didn't see Curdis today, and it seems that he really accepted the offer of the two big fools last night, hoping that he can quell the conflict that is about to erupt. And Uncle Vos, who makes money at both ends is very much in line with his identity.

It's okay like this, at least I have a wife and a lot of opportunities to move forward, danger and opportunity coexist, and it is the sea and the sky to survive and keep it.

Yanqi also asked her assistant Bill to arrange for her to go to the carriage of the church in Garcia Town, and she really cried to death, and she was reluctant to give herself a separate one, and she didn't treat herself as an outsider at all.

Hermione then set out in a wagon with a group of trainee monks and nuns, all of whom were heading to various parts of Garcia to start their dedication.

The carriage is spacious, and the seats are okay, but it is to face a bunch of strangers, which is not very friendly to social fear.

When he set off, Yan hinted at himself peculiarly, to help deal with those problems on the road, since they all worked so hard to help themselves guess the location, it was nothing to help, the transactions were all equal, and there would be more to express friendship.

If it's too difficult, you can only run away with this car. The sequence is too high, and the danger of the convergence instinct is also high, and it is a little strange that Hermione has not seen the hunter and witch appear by chance in this time.

It stands to reason that it has its own walking characteristics, and it should be able to attract a lot.

And Tatiana, she should ask the people below the organization to pay attention to the situation in the places around the sea, why did she say that she should have looked for a round after so long. I didn't see anyone she sent, could she be doing bad things somewhere else?

Let's tell the Church of God of Knowledge and Wisdom here. It is better to give the portrait of Tatiana to the church, and let them be careful of the lovers of those high-ranking officials, and attach a description of the stage of youth, middle and old age, beware of her disguise herself with the abilities acquired by immortality. Habitual thinking is very easy to exploit.

The imprint of the paper full of knowledge that St. Christopher had left to himself was still usable, and he could be contacted through it, so Hermione closed her eyes and looked at the sigil and told him about Tatiana, so that the church could be more vigilant and avoid causing innocent people to suffer because of herself.

As for the hedron seal with the aura of the primordial witch, after Hermione reconnected with the Fool, it rarely interfered with herself, and it was wrapped in the seal.

'Let's see if there's anything to see in Swan Castle, and I'll have to let the Primordial Witch enjoy it with me.' That imprint is His will, rounding it up is Him, and experience the pain with yourself.

Hermione, who was in the eyes of her peers, leaned back in her chair at this time, closed her eyes and rested. The black veil hanging from the top hat covered the upper part of the face, and the monks and nuns looked at it with some curiosity, and the youthful face under the thin veil made them a little unable to move away.

Hermione, who came to her senses, opened her eyes, and the monks and nuns around her also turned back and bowed their heads in prayer, repenting for the rude they had just made.

'You can't help it! He sighed a few words and continued to maintain a cold appearance, no, it should be said that she was originally like this, but it was only because of her own accident that she became friendly.

After the carriage had been driven for a long time, it stopped, and the coachman informed everyone that the road was being repaired ahead, and that they had to spend the night in the village by the roadside, and that the monks and nuns could go directly to the church to rest.

Hermione, who had excellent eyesight, looked into the distance of the road, at least as far as she could see, the road was good, but there was a sign on the side of the road for everyone to rest for a night before passing, and the sign below was signed by the church and the official.

Is this the trouble Yanqi is talking about? Since he was just allowing himself to take care of the trainee clergy, it would be better to be with them. I believe that the Church of Knowledge can handle these troubles, and never underestimate the strength behind these ancient organizations.

The coachman drove into the village on the right-angle road with the sign indicating that it was called Moore, and the surrounding farmhouses were scattered along the road leading to the forest in front of them, behind which were large fields of harvested wheat with baled straws.

The village was not large, as it was just downhill and Hermione could see it at a glance, and there were a few houses scattered in the distance, mostly along the road that stretched out. There was a small steeple church in the middle, and she was worried that there would be a lot of people here, and there would not be enough places to stay.

Villagers on the side of the road pulled horse-drawn wagons back with picked wine grapes, and some children were curious to follow the big carriage, which was very clean for them, to the chapel. The coachman skillfully parked in the limited space of the walled courtyard, and then beckoned everyone to get out of the car and free the horses himself to take them to rest.

The children either walked in and leaned against the wall, or sat on the wall and watched the young monks and nuns dressed in the clergy. Hermione noticed that there was a child with a rabbit hanging around his neck, was this the Grand View Garden into Grandma Liu? Don't look around.

The tall old man with some gray hair came out to greet the group of newcomers and beckoned everyone in, Hermione was not dressed in clergy clothes like the others, and was greeted in by two more looks.

"Hello, my name is Anek Braun, and I am the priest in charge of the church here. You look special. Eventually, the tall old man took the initiative to ask Hermione, who was already rickety on his back, but still looked 1.84 meters tall and strong.

"I've been assigned by Bishop Louis Chris Jench to do something, and my name is Marple Austin."

"I see, then you guys have a grievance in the room at the back of the church tonight, and the space is limited." Braun looked enlightened and prayed a few words to the miniature version of the knowledge emblem in front of him.

"Is there a hotel here?"

"I'm sorry, but there's only one humble bar, not even a bar for the city students you've lived in for a long time. However, there are some wines and beers given by the villagers, so you can try them if you don't like them. ”

"It's okay, then it'll be one night."

The group of monks and nuns in front of them had already stood up to the emblem of knowledge for their daily prayers, and Hermione nodded unhurriedly to deal with Father Braun next to her.

People here are not allowed to go a day without alcohol, and people in the church are allowed to drink, but not drunk. So some villagers would give churches alcohol, and Hermione wasn't too surprised, these home-brewed beers and wines were similar to some flavored drinks.

After the prayers, Father Braun came to the back room for lunch. That's right, it's lunch, and Hermione is in the simple put together seat, and they leave in the morning, only to stop here at noon, and everyone more or less knows something.

On top is a simple whole grain bread with some jam, a few thin slices of sausage, a few slices of greens, and a bowl of bean soup. Two large barrels of wine and beer are placed on one side, and you can serve whichever one you like.

Unpretentious life. Everyone sat down at two tables and ate together, and the coachman consciously stood next to Braun and drank beer with him.

Hermione was surrounded by a somewhat reserved nun, and on the other side was an open space, and she picked the most marginal position. Some of these people eat naturally, and some of them eat a little bit calmly and slowly.

They choose to become clergy in the church after graduating from seminary or college, pursuing the faith. Here, there is no distinction between high and low origins, everyone is a believer in serving God, and everyone is equal.

After eating some briefly, Hermione filled a glass of wine, and the lady still drank something suitable for her identity, after entering her throat, the taste was really light, and the fragrance and sweetness of some grapes were really good as a drink. It's even better to chill it down.

"Don't be too sven, it's all your own people here."

After drinking a glass of wine, Hermione saw that the nun next to her was still eating the torn bread in a gentle sip, and it took a long time to chew it, and she didn't eat much. Remind her not to push herself too hard.

"I'm usually like that, you're mistaken." She doesn't speak loudly, keeping her pace up.

"Excuse me, you go on, would you like a glass of wine?"

"Okay, thank you."

Hermione filled her a glass and filled herself with a glass. The people in front of him don't seem to be very open, maybe the rules of the church are still working. Look at Braun and the coachman having a good time.

After drinking the glass, Hermione took her leave, returned to the front bench table and sat down. is the so-called big hidden in the city, who would have thought that he would be in the company of a group of ordinary people and hide inside. The children outside had already left and gone back, presumably being called back for lunch by their parents.

In a short time, the group of monks and nuns also came out and sat down on the benches to rest. The nun, who had been sitting next to Hermione, came to ask her name.

"Call me Austin, I'm the one who passed by."

"My name is Mira Gross, I graduated from the Faculty of Theology of the University of Stuttgart, and it was a pleasure to meet you."

"No wonder it's so elegant, I graduated from the Faculty of Arts at the University of Carrytown, and I have admired it for a long time." Hermione got serious as well, answering the man who had mustered up courage.

"It's the first time I've heard of this school, where is the University of Carrytown? Austin, you're in the Faculty of Letters, aren't you very good at writing, you're a writer? ”

"There's nothing worth saying about this at the little school in Intis, I'm not a writer now, I'm an errand boy and tutor."

"You don't look like a local anymore, it's quite far from here, just across Fenerport and Lemburg. The tutor is also very good, I used to work part-time for a while. ”

"Yes! Good days are always short-lived! ”

During the ensuing conversation, Hermione learns the names of the other women in her group, the other two women being Helen Zmeierman and Ilona Schubert. The three men are Davide Koch, Erich Becker and Thomas Hoffmann.

They are all common local surnames and names, and as a new clergyman, there is also a sense of vigor and longing. Hermione also spoke to them once in a while, keeping some distance so that she wouldn't hurt anyone.

"Father Braun, no! Fred's son has been held hostage by the gangsters, and he asks you by name for a hostage exchange. ”

The middle-aged man in gray and white clothes, with patches of solidified purple on it, ran into the church and shouted loudly, and hurriedly asked the new clergy sitting on the pew, where Braun was. I almost tripped over the foot of a chair.

Behind the door, the tall Braun appeared there, his face was a little red, and he hurriedly asked the middle-aged man to lead the way, and the new clergyman, the coachman, and Hermione who was dragging behind followed.

"Duden, don't be in a hurry, calm down." Braun admonishes the middle-aged man who is moving quickly to calm down.

"Father Braun, that guy has a gun, and he wounded Tony's hand."

"Why didn't you hear the gunshots?"

"He hit it with his hands."

Walking past the houses of the villagers outside, the group noticed that at the end of the road into the mountain there were some people surrounded by people who were holding shotguns or steel forks and were vigilant against the person in the middle of the road who was pointing a pistol at the child's head.

The boy was about 10 years old, his eyes were red, he was sobbing quietly, and his hands were clutching the arm around his neck. The man was not tall, with a fierce face, and his clothes were a little ragged, and he looked like a fugitive.

When the villagers saw Father Braun coming, they stopped him and hurled expletives at the fierce man's mouth.

Fred, the child's father, stood behind the wall with a shotgun aimed at the man's head, and Father Braun nodded at him and gestured for himself.

After Du Deng brought the people here, he hurriedly hid behind the wall, beckoning the clergy to hurry up and take shelter. Everyone was nervous about the situation in front of them, but they didn't notice that Father Braun stepped forward directly.

"I'm here, you hurry up and let little Fred go."

"Come here, or I'll show you the brains of this kid." The man held the child in front of him, dodging the possible angles of the shot.

"It's really rubbish, you have a gun and you still hijack a child, this is your countermeasure?"

After the indifferent female voice finished speaking, the vicious man's hands hung down softly, and the pistol fell to the ground, and the child who was entangled felt that the restraints disappeared, and hurriedly crawled away, and was caught and carried back by Father Braun, who stepped forward.

The shotgun gunfire rang out continuously, and the man's face disappeared here, leaving a vague depression, and the red and white liquid kept remaining where he fell. The villagers who followed the gunfire went up with steel forks and dealt with them.

I thought I could stay alive and torture, but I didn't expect these villagers to be so decisive. Hermione applauded Father Braun who was holding little Fred in his arms for doing good deeds without leaving a name, wasn't that the kid the one who had just hung the rabbit? Could it be that this guy is trying to grab rabbits?

"Okay, everyone stop, he's dead, and the rest will be left to the police."

Braun told the villagers to go back to their own business, and everyone bowed to him and left. The corpse on the ground was a blur of flesh and blood, like a puddle of minced flesh.

"Thank you, Father Braun, and thank the Lord of Knowledge for bringing you here, and for protecting us with you."

"Eternal knowledge will always bless us."

Fred, who was half a head shorter than Father Braun, pulled his son to bow to him, and Father Braun returned the respect. Then Fredere and the two of them thanked the clergy behind them one by one, and several people who were still immersed in the bloody scene also quickly responded and praised the knowledge.

(End of chapter)