Under the sky, covered with heavy clouds and lightning, there was a floating figure with thick red hair, and at each end of the hair was a human face, so beautiful and alluring in the whiteness.

Below were ruined villages and mountains, and the currents of water that appeared out of nowhere kept piling up, causing the wreckage of the houses to swirl around the countless whirlpools in the water, and tornadoes that were enough to spur everything around.

She turned her head, and the evil glow on her face made it difficult to see her original appearance, and her skin became somewhat transparent. The light blue eyes reflected the distorted and changing illusory space, and there were writhing and terrifying figures in each space, not everything that had been destroyed outside.

"Are you so scared of yourself? Coward. ”

Hermione woke up from her bed, her hands propped up on her sides, and let the scattered red hair cover her, the message she read from the shape of her mouth, that she was herself, the self she had never dared to face.

As if to think of something again, the girl who was riding with her, she seemed to be screaming, Hermione held her head, and didn't think about it again.

The latter part is a warning to myself, will there be danger coming, besides me, and the others who are looking for Swanstein Castle? Spiritual intuition is infallible.

I really didn't show myself any mercy, I was a coward and I was afraid of losing. ’

Hermione, who had been sitting for a while, got up and left the bed, and her cloaked hair startled Helen, who was also open to the bathroom opposite.

The morning light from the window hit the pale red hair, which was a little more crystalline, and it looked like it was covered with a raging fire.

Helen, who couldn't take her eyes off, was a little envious of the person in front of her. Her hair is just lighter in flaxen, plus her appearance is not high, and she has some freckles, so she is said to be a red-haired ugly girl, and she has become the person who is teased in campus life, if she is not strong in her heart, she will not be able to complete her studies.

Those people should really come to see the girl in front of them and see the real redhead, instead of coming to trouble themselves all day with this ephedra hair.

"You use it first, I'll comb my hair first."

"Austin, you're so beautiful."

Helen leaned directly against the door and looked up, and Hermione also realized that she had accidentally forgotten to restrain herself, so she turned back in embarrassment. Helen felt her consciousness fall, suddenly came to her senses, and subconsciously touched her hair.

"What a shame that I have the idea of jealousy, O Lord of Knowledge! Please let the light wash my soul. ”

After praying, Helen went into the bathroom to wash up and get herself in order.

Hermione combed her hair and continued to coil it, compared to braided hair and long hairstyles, it was better to coil her hair, whether it was wearing a top hat or fighting, it was not easy to wear a hair and scatter.

After washing, she changed out of her nightdress and put on today's outfit, a high-waisted long skirt with a lace bow tie shirt tied at the waist, plus a jacket top, a tulle top hat, and then went out to see Alyssa next door. Now that you've seen it, you can't just leave it alone.

Inside, she was still sleeping soundly, the quilt that fell off her chest was held by both hands, the hair in the nightcap broke free, her expression was still a little nervous, and shallow lines were squeezed out between her eyebrows.

After making sure there was no problem, Hermione left the place and closed the door, just in time to be able to come in without explaining why she was locked up. She doesn't want to be labeled as a burglar, otherwise the first thing that comes to mind when she encounters something similar in the future is herself.

The next one is to observe Edmund Winter, this guy has a problem with his brain and can't communicate, is it the little influence of the rainbow color in his middle?

It was because of this that he was able to let Swan Castle come to him to enter, which was equivalent to making a mark. Didn't you capture the dot that didn't seem to exist, and the person was very high?

Pray to the fool that it should be disposed of, in case it is a ticket to enter...

Thinking of this, Hermione decided to look at this Edmond Winter first, and if something unexpected happened, she would deal with him directly.

In the room directly behind the church, where Anna and Applefell had finished their breakfast, Helen was in a hurry, obviously not adjusting to the rhythm of the church.

After a few words with them, a sigh of good morning or something, I left the place. Church services or Masses have a fixed time, and if it is not necessary, there is no need to get up early every day to wait.

Except for a few devout believers who were already praying to the emblem of knowledge, there were not many people in front, and Father Blandett was already standing there. Hemin sighed that his energy was really good, and he couldn't get up until 9 o'clock if he didn't sleep until he slept in his previous self.

"Father Brandt, I'm going to the lake hut."

After saying hello, Hermione left the church and walked onto the riverside road from yesterday. From time to time, a carriage carrying goods passed by, and the already narrow road had to be avoided, and Hermione almost wanted to get to the top of the guardrail.

Compared to the main road that has to go around in a circle, it is indeed much faster to cross here.

The municipal urban planners can't do it, and they won't be able to come if they put a few stone piers. Hermione complained a few words, so that the people who walked here in the morning had to avoid from time to time, and their good mood would be worn out.

When I came back to the forest on the shore, the policeman on guard was also changed, not one of the two from yesterday.

Hermione directly explained to him that she was a researcher sent by the church, and she obtained the past qualification.

The straight spruce trees spread out of the branches, and the yellowish leaves still stubbornly stuck to the tree, slender like pinpricks. The light of the morning light shines through the mist that remains between them, creating a beautiful Tyndall effect.

The calm surface of the lake also has a little rippling blue waves, and the golden light reflects like the scales under the light. Edmund Winter did not know when he had leveled the grass on the other side of his hut, and brought a few stones to sit on, facing the lake, with a long stick in his hand, and at the end of it was a slender weed.

Is this fishing? Or what are you doing?

He was directly puzzled by Hermione, and she saw that the grass was caught in the crack of the stick, and it fell off as soon as she pulled it.

"What are you doing? Drawing? ”

After walking up to him, Hermione also looked at the scenery in front of her, the rooms of the townspeople on the opposite shore of the lake, the evergreen broad-leaved forest on the shore, and the ginkgo biloba that had turned golden.

The calm surface of the lake reflected everything above, and with the rising sun, it was a nice and beautiful morning, and she couldn't help but hide this beautiful scenery directly through the reflected lake.

"I'm confronting a terrifying being with loose hair, a distorted expression, and a body shape that resembles a beautiful human woman. Although the light was invisible, it deceived me, and I saw his ugly inner and evil thoughts. ”

Hearing this, Hermione warned herself not to sit in the right seat, after all, ordinary people would have died violently when they saw their mythical biological form, and that could still be like the summary of Beep Lai Lai now.

"What about me? Aren't you going to say something? ”

Edmund Winter turned his head to look at Hermione, his beard and hair like dead grass covering almost all of his face. Strangely, he wasn't too dirty, and he didn't smell bad.

"Hell! Oh my God, it's already morning, why hasn't the light dispelled the night? ”

He threw the stick in front of him, and floated directly into the water, and the man kept rambling backwards, and when he saw the tree, he climbed on it.

Hermione, who had lost her patience, tied him directly to the trunk of the tree with spider silk, and she didn't believe it, she couldn't pull out the thing in his head and let her talk to herself.

This guy ridicules himself when he sees himself, is he jealous of his beauty? It's a pity that he doesn't have the extra characteristics of a witch, otherwise he would have been a witch and let him be sisters with those twisted people.

Don't think about it, the hunter traits left over from him won't give him. Speaking of which, I haven't drained the hunter trait yet, and it's not good to have too many low-level burdens.

Edmund Winter struggled for a moment, his eyes reverent, and his writhing head slowly upwards to maintain an upward angle.

"I see, I see the world above the white clouds."

Hermione, who heard the words, also observed carefully, and there was indeed a thread of connection here, which she couldn't catch. The condensed ice mirror was attached to Edmond, and there was a white expanse there, but unfortunately it was not there for a while.

Edmund also suddenly lowered his head, as if he had no breath. After a while, I woke up and became the same unpredictable again.

Hermione tried to use the witch's charm to tempt, but this thing didn't know anything except drooling and staring blankly, and laughed a few times from time to time, so angry that she almost couldn't help but whip him with a branch. After disenchanting him, he drooled and spoke.

"In the sweet dreamland, everyone is equal, but now that the sun has risen, it is time for people to return to their unequal roles, and dreams are far away."

The nonsensical words made Hermione understand in an instant, maybe she could come to this town through dreams, find Edmund Winter inside, and enter Swan Castle through him.

I was too concerned with the reality of the accident, but I ignored these rules that did not need to be reasoned at all, and was influenced by the materialistic thinking of the past.

The way to enter the dream realm can be with the help of her own magic, or ask Chao Grant for some insurance, her way is to be an expert in this area. Preparation can completely avoid a lot of surprises.

I don't know what the conditions are, it shouldn't be so simple, otherwise the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom won't be unaware, and it doesn't rule out that they have been ignoring this.

After thinking about some methods, Hermione looked at Edmund Winter. This guy will see if he can get him to his senses after he is busy with this thing later.

"Thank you so much for the reminder, I'll try to see it." Hermione subconsciously thanked Edmund Winter.

He raised his head, and the temperament on his face changed again, and he looked a little ruthless. "Was you comfortable last night? I'm not very good. ”

Hearing this, Hermione let go of the spider silk and quickly knocked him out with a quick kick that was about to struggle to leave.

It just so happens that you can look at his dreams now, doesn't this guy understand his situation? Or is the reflex arc of the charm too long?

Inside the mirror, it was pitch black, and there was a huge figure with a beautiful body leaving the raft in the sky, and a huge figure with a beautiful body churning the muddy ground like a great lake below.

There he appeared, treading on slender weeds and plunging headlong into the mud with a quaint spear glowing red.

Most of the content shown in the picture is some of his nonsensical statements, and finally it falls silent into a pitch black darkness.

Thinking that it wouldn't be so simple, Hermione didn't ask him too much to do it immediately, at least make sure that he was one of the targets, and when he died for experiments, the next one would be difficult to find.

When she left, she thoughtfully used spider silk to return Edmund to the wheat straw bed in the wooden house.

Go back and write to ask Colompel and Yanch if the Bishop Friedrich who went in had left any notes or something.

I learned some information, and if I kept it, I should be able to compare it.

The castle was a relic of the past, and Hermione was inclined to leave it by the Night Emperor Trentot, which happened to be within the scope of his empire, but how could he not know that there was such a thing, didn't he have those memories that he remembered?

A lot of things have happened in the Quaternary, and the temperament of the originally good person has suddenly changed drastically, and the two sides who were originally cooperating also fought hard, and even the demon family that made trouble has left the world, she raised her head and looked at the sky, could that be the root of the problem?

After encountering the demon family in Pritz before, I haven't met it for a long time now, and it stands to reason that a saint who was torn by his own hands should come back to take revenge on himself.

She looked at her surroundings, and the policemen in front of her were still sitting there leisurely eating melon seeds, and she had to be careful that they joined forces with Tatiana, who had not been heard from.

After saying hello to the police outside, she walked straight out of the wooded area and down the river road back to the small bridge from yesterday.

Lady Catherine, whom she had met yesterday, had also taken the similar girl who was shorter than her and the boy who was waist-high to the right-angle turn, and the same maid followed respectfully with a basket.

Unlike yesterday's pink, today it was a white cascading ruffled dress with indigo ribbon trim on the edges, which looked a little younger, but the slight wrinkles on her face made Hermione feel a little incongruous and not quite in line with her temperament.

If you use immortality to adjust to the age of 36 or 7, you will definitely not wear it. Choose some dark red, purple and dark colors that are more in line with the temperament of this age.

But I'm always 18 years old, so it's good to be embarrassed by others. She is also good-looking, and she can control it.

Hermione politely stopped here and asked them to come out first, there was no need to rush to squeeze a spot. Lady Catherine stopped and watched Hermione give in to each other, her daughter looking like she was owed money, and her youngest son as she walked on.

"Thank you."

After saying that, Hermione walked directly in front and left, the walking step seemed very small and very easy, but soon there was only a back, and Lady Catherine, who had only come out some distance behind, wondered if she had not moved.

Back in the back room of the church, he quickly wrote a letter to summon the messenger of the other party and handed it to Grant, asking if there was anything that could be done to enter the dream without damaging the magic of others, and it was better to reserve a group of more people.

If I estimated that I would have used Edmund as a sacrifice to fall into a dream of violence, where would I need to have so many scruples.

Then go to the telegraph room next to the church with the written letter, and ask them to send it to Colompel in the church of St. Ottini in the city of Briglet, and ask if Friedrich had left any notes or words, preferably before going in.