In the dimly lit stone room, the three men who had discarded the corpse of Edward Anhalt appeared in the candlelight, wearing heavy hoods, and inside the shadows it was like a desert, exuding desolation.

On the other side of the street emerged a little boy, Schiller. His immature face had been cleaned and a little more calm, and inside his pupils was the vicissitudes of life that had been experienced for a long time.

"Who would have thought that the President of the Ecumenical Council was a child, President Schiller, and how could I help you?" The sound of banter sounded, and then poured back, and the thick dust of the surrounding stone carvings shook off.

"Who would have thought that the president of the resuscitation society would have someone else, no, it shouldn't be a person." The immature and powerful voice sounded, and Schiller did not fall behind in the face of the three.

"Don't talk nonsense, although we are each our own master, there is no need to fight for life and death, and make money in harmony. What's the matter with you? ”

"Are you interested in Swan Castle? There is a great opportunity to enter, where there are traces of the last great Being. ”

"There is the 'truth' that my Lord has arranged, and you know that we cannot refuse. Those damned false gods, who are still collecting our stuff when they die. Say, what do you want? ”

"I just want her, and I'll take out the Holy Sound Conch inside."

The three men took the portrait and laughed. "I didn't expect President Schiller to know how to be in love, very beautiful girl, no problem, as long as there is that seed of truth, we can assist you, without endangering your own safety."

"You have to be careful, she is a Sequence 2 angel, although the divinity is suppressed, but it is not something you can face, it is better not to approach her."

"No wonder you choose to cooperate with us, you have the courage to face difficulties, I admire you very much, you actually dare to fight these levels of attention. Remember to invite us to the recovery meeting when we held the wedding, we will make enough money even if we smash the pot and sell iron. If I hadn't had something to do, I'd have found a pretty girl here to marry. ”

The hooded figure in the middle chattered, and Schiller listened to it as he was accustomed to, without a change in expression.

"She should be in Garcia Town for now, where Swan Castle should appear, let's prepare. By the way, send those few uninvited guests away, and of course it's best to kill them. ”

"It's a little tough, we just got into big trouble, that old guy is chasing us, let's go around and come back later."

"Well, remember not to get close, her instincts are terrifying."

"Needless to say, we all know that those guys aren't human anymore, and I'm going to let the people lurking there find a reason to leave. It's a big loss to invest in Anhalt's house this time, and I wonder if you're your girlfriend's doing, she's just on her way to Garcia, and most of my people are gone. ”

"Don't say that, she's not, and she doesn't like to be called like that. The group of people in the Knowledge Church are all in that area, and whether or not she is there will not affect the final result. ”

"President Schiller, you have to be sensible, don't give in silence and end up getting nothing. You should understand that maintaining oneself like us is already the greatest gift, don't be dazzled. ”

"Let's not talk about that, let's talk about the time and details. The moment you enter, you have to deal with her counterattack. ”

Schiller skimmed the conversation and talked to the somewhat detached voice on the other side about the follow-up arrangements.

Behind Garcia's church, after the meeting and conversation, Hermione went back to her room to take a shower and rest, changed into a simple gray nightdress and fell on the bed, stretching her limbs, releasing the tiredness she didn't have.

The conversation with the people here just now deepened the understanding of each other, especially Hermione's babbling explanation of the beauty of a wave of moonlight and then led to the topic of how to use the environment to express love, so that everyone also recognized her knowledge and thought that this was a friend worth communicating.

The underground couple who she saw the signs didn't even answer much, and said a few words to hide their embarrassment. Naturally, I won't be nosy.

There was a faint sound of collision and struggle, and she quickly opened her eyes, and in the blink of an eye, she made a leap on the reflective surface to the next room.

It was Alyssa, who had been brought back by Father Brandt, who had an accident. Her brown hair was scattered, and she hung in the air in a gray dress she had changed, her feet constantly sliding.

Hermione cut off the cloth and caught her underneath, her scarred little white face kept tears, and she hugged Hermione directly and buried her head there and cried, her body trembling uncontrollably.

Holding Alyssa, she also sat on the edge of the bed, the quilt cover had been removed, it was estimated that this was hanging on it, and next to it was neatly folded clothes placed on the chair.

"Cry out, don't hold back."

Hermione comforted Elisa with the little experience she had learned before coaxing children, as if Eliza was strong and mature, cared a little more, and didn't cry.

Glore has Royce to be coquettish, and it's good that she doesn't make others cry. It's a lot of coaxing, and the one who coaxed last time didn't know if it was still there, and she was also sour when she thought of it.

"Say whatever you want, maybe I can give you some advice."

Hermione was trying to look like a mother, but her youthful appearance had made her less radiant, and she had to at least recover a little more before she could use her ageless abilities to adjust her age and appearance.

"I'm so scared, when I close my eyes, there will be a picture of Lord Wren doing that kind of thing to me, I'm afraid of the dark, I'm afraid to close my eyes. I really can't take it anymore, so let me get free. ”

Alyssa curled up and burrowed into Hermione's arms, her hands clasped tightly around her back.

Hermione pulled her gray nightdress up, and saw the scars from the beatings underneath, some still bright red, some purple-black, and quite a few scratches.

The fist in his hand instantly hardened, no matter what you control, since you let yourself see it, this is the fate of the god of knowledge and wisdom.

"Then you send him back and come with me. When weeping is over, it's time for revenge. ”

Hermione smoothed her nightdress, put her on the bed and sat down to put on her black coat and buttoned it, as did herself.

wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, only to find that she was a little panicked and scared.

"Miss, I didn't mean to talk nonsense, don't go."

Alyssa was a little scared, the person in front of her didn't know her at all except for the one she had just met, would this affect her? Or maybe it's someone who knows Wren and brings himself back.

"If you want to fight Wren or not, then listen to me."

Hermione's confident words and powerful aura quickly dispelled her doubts and gave her a hint of expectation. Then he was unexpectedly picked up and disappeared into the night.

In the dim crimson moonlight, Hermione followed the divination to a beautiful, large manor, in the middle of which was a four-story building that resembled a square castle, most of which had been turned off.

She covered Elisa's eyes all the way, and stepped on the tips of the leaves to the window of the master's living room on the third floor, where the faint lamp light was still on, and the somewhat blessed Wren could be seen teaching a woman with a fierce expression.

"I am your husband, and you should defend me, not those slaves. Now that there is no one, let you do the wrong thing instead. It's so boring to fight and can't fight. I won't show mercy next time, and I'll have to let you remember it tonight. ”

The woman lay on the bed with her back to him, gasping and sobbing to restrain her voices, not daring to reply at all, but clutching at the sheets.

Hermione directly stunned Mrs. Wren, took Wren behind her to a feeding hut, and stood on the wooden railing to release the restraints that blocked Alyssa's vision.

She was frightened to see Wren in front of her with her naked hands stretched out and exploring, and went back to Hermione's arms, shivering and looking at her with her peripheral vision.

Wren also felt that it was dark in front of him, that he could not hear or see anything, and the roughness of the wheat stalks brought from the soles of his feet made him conclude that this was not his home.

"Marina, where are you, come out quickly, I shouldn't have done that to you, I was wrong, please forgive me, I repent."

He hurriedly called out his wife's name, fearing that she was the one who had brought those people to calculate him, and that he had to get rid of it quickly.

"Do you want to hit him, now is the good chance." Hermione handed Alyssa a stick made of compressed wheat stalks, where Wren kept muttering about his mistakes, confessions, and the like.

Seeing Alyssa, who was reluctant to do anything, Hermione understood that she had been oppressed for too long, and she had been like this since she was a child, unlike those who grew up in an equal society.

So he took her hand, put his arm around her waist, and walked forward, and hit Wren on the shoulder, and the soft straw cob made a crackling sound, causing Wren to roll on the straw pile with his arms in his arms.

"I repent, I was wrong, Marina, I'm not like that again, you come out quickly."

Hermione kept taking Alyssa's hand and pumping it at Wren, although it was very strong, it would not kill him, and he kept rolling around begging for mercy and repentance, and the pile of wheat stalks was tumbling and lying flat.

Gradually, Alyssa's eyes became resolute, and she pumped back with her own strength, without Hermione having to borrow any more from her.

"Give him some unforgettable memories." Hermione saw the pigs and sheep to be dealt with tomorrow on one side, and then looked at Wren in front of her, who had been beaten by Alyssa and covered in scars, this is not bad, but I am wronged by you.

Looking back from the pigs and sheep, Hermione picked up the trembling, angry, tearful Alyssa and made her fall asleep on her shoulder.

Hanging the penitent Wren to the side of the pig and sheep with spider silk, he sprinkled some secret powder of pleasure that aroused his desires, and let him experience the feeling. Then leave, believing that he will have an unforgettable moment.

If you don't kill him, you can't let him go unpunished, and find an opportunity to talk to Cordez or Yanqi that they are willing to deal with the problems that should solve them.

Back in the room, Hermione took off Alyssa's coat and put it away, and then used magic to concoct some scar-removing drugs to coat the scars on her body, this is her beautiful dream! Closing the covers, Hermione went back to her room to rest.

In the other row of rooms, since Blandert and Kurtz have their own homes and families in the area, there are naturally only Anna and Applefer. At this time, the two of them who had been teased by Hermione all night were lying in the bathtub with some blushing.

After staying for a long time, the clergy can adjust the interior layout and decoration a little, and add some daily necessities to themselves.

"Anna, I want to explain our relationship to my mom and dad, Ms. Austin is right, life is a long but short life, and I don't want it to be wasted."

Anna, who was snuggling up his hand, picked up the hot water flowing out of her hand, and her vision was a little blurry. "Would your mom and dad accept a woman who is so much older than his son? We are all believers in knowledge, we can't elope, and neither will I. ”

"Then have a baby and go back, and let Father Brandett be our witness, and then we won't be able to bear them."

Anna picked up Applefell's hand and rubbed it slowly. "You've become so brave, not like I hesitated when I said this."

"Ms. Austin made me understand something, there is no end to desire, if you get some, you will want more, and if you don't know how to give up, then you will lose everything in the end, it is better to cherish what you have now."

The shy Appfair changed her previous shyness and boldly said what was in her heart, which made Anna almost hold back her tears, she had been waiting for this sentence, she couldn't open her mouth herself, she could only wait.

"Then why don't you hurry up and work harder." She looked up at the shy face that had reverted to a shy face, and smiled naturally.

The Hermione radar in the room is constantly listening to the perception of the surroundings, and in order not to miss the sudden appearance of Swan Castle, most of the movements in the town have to be checked, and Edmond next to the wooden house is still sleeping backwards.

What conditions do you usually need to trigger to enter these places, and Hermione may have to gather any items based on her previous experience in playing triple-A masterpieces, right? Could it be that Edmund was the one who made up his strange things?

Try it another day, the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom is not interested in this, and I haven't studied it well for so many years, otherwise I will get the results early, and the people who are interested in the following are all middle and grassroots people, and they have no ability.

For this kind of hidden danger that will not break out, the church is cold treatment and directly sealed. The high priest who disappeared before is probably too curious, and he can't get out if he goes in, and the church won't let the bishop he cultivated take risks.

That Edmond is also difficult to communicate, so let's take a look at it tomorrow with charm. It's like a psychopath, he doesn't speak in tune, asks questions, and goes crazy from time to time. If I hadn't seen his origin, I would have thought someone had done it.

'Rest, rest, you'll make it, Avanna. Hermione, who had inspired herself, meditated, feeling the extra anchors.

In some blurry images, she felt like she was riding a horse, with a blonde retinue in front of her leading the horse, not fast. There was a girl walking side by side.

She had long dark red hair and a somewhat vague appearance, but Hermin was aware of her emotions and demeanor, and was a little excited and excited.

"Evenna, Brother Leo is already married to Sister Trentini, when are you.

Before the rest was finished, Hermione said unconsciously; "That's really congratulations sister, you're still young."

The image then quickly dissipates.