After sending out the question, Hermione returned to the parasol in the backyard of the church, where the rattan chairs and tables were perfect for one person to think.

Close your eyes and see Edmund Winter still dizzy through the mirror fragments left behind. He had rolled into the straw heap and mixed it up.

She didn't know whether to grieve for him or his family.

Reduced to such a crazy appearance, losing the most basic rational thinking as a human being, much like those walking dead who have lost control but are not so serious, and can only chant the instinctive words of the way.

The sound of the door opening, Hermione opened her eyes, and looked at Alyssa in the gray nightdress who was in the doorway, the scars on her face had recovered from her own treatment, and she was in better condition.

The upper part is slightly rounded, and the lower part is a little pointy, and the little face looks at Hermione who is sitting in the courtyard with a hint of confusion.

Seeing that she was about to pull up her nightdress to wipe her eyes, Hermione climbed over the guardrail to the door, took her back, and closed the door.

It's not good to come out directly like this, it's not good to desecrate the church, and sure enough, the psychological trauma is too great, and there must be a psychological shadow when you are abused by that kind of guy.

"Dress up first, and pay attention to your own image at all times." She took a somewhat numb Alyssa to tidy up, and hoped that her parents would arrive soon.

At this time, Madame Reyna stepped out of the carriage and went outside a stinking livestock farm, where she was out of place in her splendid dress. The servant asked the farmer to bring wheat straw and helped her lay a path separating the silt to a simple wooden house in front of her. Otherwise, the pitch-black and muddy mud below would have left her with nowhere to put her feet.

She didn't know why she had fallen asleep last night, probably because she was too tired. When she woke up this morning, she was the only one in bed, and she thought he had gone out early in the morning, until someone came to inform her that her husband was in front.

On the road behind came a servant on horseback and rushed to her side. "Ma'am, the greenhouse garden area is gone, and there is a flat dirt field left there this morning."

"You go and explain to Administrator Ernst first, even if the thief steals the dirt together, he won't be able to run so fast."

Mrs. Wren also wondered, could it be that the townspeople had gone together to dig up the garden they had built with Catherine? I can't care so much now, and the most important thing is to go inside to see my husband first.

The servant who had been ordered to ride away again, and Madame Wren went inside with her valet and manservant. The smell of animal excretion here is not strong, it is very light, which is completely different from the outside, and there is a faint fragrance.

The source made her see an unforgettable scene in her life, and she didn't care about whether it was dirty or not, and threw up on the rough log railing.

The faces of the maid and the manservant beside him were also entangled. Only the two of them who led the way didn't care, and watched with some playfulness with a pitchfork and shovel.

Wren was lying on top of a pig, with two sheep half-lying next to him. The pig was also spread on all fours, his breath was a little weak, and his whole head was lying on the ground, and his eyes kept turning. The lamb also bleated a few times from time to time, and walked around a few times on its hind legs on its knees.

They all had a lot of dirt on them, especially the red and black marks on Wren's body, and he was still lying on the back of the pig and sleeping unaffected.

Mrs. Wren vomited her breakfast, wiped her mouth with a handkerchief, looked up again to see the side open, and leaned to the side retching her throat, and the maid who was holding her kept helping her to smooth her breath.

There was already a row of people standing on the side of the feeding slaughter, they were farmers on the farm in rough clothes, and they didn't make a sound, just held farm tools and looked at them with mocking eyes.

Mrs. Wren had never felt so ashamed as she did now, and after wiping it clean with her handkerchief again, she threw it on the pile of wheat stalks on the side, and looked away from the picture with an uncomfortable and disgusted look and told the manservant and the man on the farm.

"You clean the master and bring it back, remember to wash it, especially those places."

"Let's go, go to the greenhouse garden. No, go back and take a shower and change your clothes before you go. Madame Wren, who had gone out quickly, instructed the maid to go straight to the carriage waiting there.

"Madam, do you have to call the police to deal with this?" The maid's weak voice rang out.

"It's shameful enough, go back and let people call the police, anyway, everyone sees it as a joke, and I'm the pig." Mrs. Wren, who was sitting in the carriage, sighed against the back of her chair, and immediately folded her hands and prayed.

"Lord of knowledge and wisdom, I hope he will be more restrained this time, and please forgive him for his previous sins."

She understands that someone has taken revenge on him, and it is not easy to keep a life, and hopes that he will be lost in the future.

When I think of that scene, my heart also responds, and I am afraid that it will be in the future! She helped the maid to vomit.

Behind Garcia's church, Hermione asked Alyssa to wash and comb, helped her put on her usual brown and white dress, and braided her hair on her head.

In the past, others served themselves, but now it's time for them to take care of everyone, and it's another reincarnation.

When it was ready, he took her to the kitchen of the church to eat something, and the cook hired by the church, Leya, added a layer of butter and cheese to her bread.

"Eat slowly here, your mom and dad will be here soon, don't worry too much."

"Was that true last night? Sister, I seem to have beaten the master in it with you. ”

"Shh Hermione leaned close to her ear, "Don't say it, it's a dream, it's all gone." ”

Hermione is naturally not afraid of these people's retaliation, dare to insult herself and send him on the road immediately, the church has no opinion when she sees it, but Alyssa is different, those people want to correct her reasons and means, and they don't have to do it themselves. I can protect it for a while, but I can't protect it for a lifetime.

"Thank you for the dream."

"Don't cry, let's have breakfast."

Hermione took out a handkerchief to help Alyssa wipe away her tears, and Alyssa also put down the knife and fork in her hand, hugged Hermione and cried. She touched her hair and back and comforted Alyssa.

Lady Leya, the head of the kitchen who was cutting the cabbage, also nodded approvingly to Hermione, knowing how to comfort the unfortunate girl.

Her husband, Uncle Reuben, came in with a bag of food for the day, and a playful smile on his face seemed to have been held back for a long time.

"Leya, you know what? The old man went to the sheepfold and spent the night with the pigs, and when he found them sleeping together. O Lord of knowledge! At last he was punished with wisdom, and neither of the two poor lambs could walk, and the strong male goats fell to one side from exhaustion, and the pigs were dying. Those animals were supposed to be served to their tables today, and now it seems that who dares to touch Lord Wren's lovers. ”

"The Lord of Knowledge has appeared, and He has finally punished this damned merchant, and this is good, and this is good." Aunt Lea looked at Alyssa, who was hugging Hermione.

She also knew about the girl's misery when she came this morning, and the Chamber of Commerce in Rennes was also suppressing the purchase price of their family's wine and crops, and they could only survive after a year's hard work.

"Hahaha, he guesses that when he goes to the Black Rose Night Market, those prostitutes are not willing to receive him, who wants to treat himself as a pig. It's a pity that no one has that thing called a camera, otherwise it would have cost a lot to take a picture and write an introduction and send it to the Daily Mail in Stuttgart. ”

Uncle Ruben opened his mouth hidden in his gray beard and chattered, vividly describing the scene to the few people present, as if he was really at the scene.

also pretended to be Mrs. Wren who saw that scene vomiting and disgusted, and the wiping action was vivid, restoring the eyes that kept evading.

In areas where the god of knowledge and wisdom is believed, people are mostly literate and less rude in their speech. Hermione also thought it would be better to have fewer useless modal words.

Uncle Reuben glanced at Hermione and the others sitting a few times, he had been busy, but he didn't know if it was the new arrivals in the church, were they these two?

He took out the bread, spices, and fresh meats inside, and unconsciously focused his eyes on where Hermione was, as if he felt a sense of youth.

Leya, who was cutting vegetables on the other side, couldn't help but clench the knife in his hand, and his voice became louder, which made Ruben quickly sober up and smile, he was already old, and his wife who had been with him for a long time, and he was still thinking about what he was doing when he was young.

After putting away the contents, he left to continue carrying the things.

Hermione, who was sitting at the table, also looked at Mrs. Lea with a glare of amusement, and the lettuce in her hand seemed to be cut into slices like Reuben.

As long as you don't look at yourself for too long, plus the charm of putting it away, the impact will not be so big, and that layer of black veil can also interfere a little.

She felt that she would have to put on a baby's kind of saliva towel around her neck in the future, and she used her charm to increase her favorability, so that everyone would use herself as the object of confiding, and if there were a few more crying people in the future, the shirt would not have to be washed.

After comforting Alyssa, Hermione let her continue to eat while Lady Lea watched, without worrying about accidents.

Coming to the front church, Father Blandett came silently, and Kurtz, who was working inside, and Helen, who had selected the children, all looked at her a few times, thinking about what she had just heard.

Anna and Applefer went out on errands to give the buried believers a burial ceremony.

"Did you do it? Deacon. ”

"yes, I saved Alyssa who was about to commit suicide, when will her parents come."

"Fortunately, you saved her, and those who commit suicide cannot enter the kingdom of the Lord's God, I hope she can accept these hardships and make herself stronger. Her parents were supposed to arrive in the afternoon, and her house was a bit far away. ”

"Well, if you go and report this matter to the administrator, you must at least get a compensation, and I will write to Stuttgart to complain."

"Thank you for your sanity and understanding, one more thing. It's the greenhouse garden where strange events broke out before, and it disappeared last night. ”

Hermione turned her head and wondered directly, the front one had to be dealt with according to the rules, she understood, what was the matter in the back?

"The conservatory garden is the home of Mrs. Wren and Mrs. Caitlin, Mrs. Miller... The wives of those wealthy merchants financed the establishment, and while they were used for ornamentation, they could also be used to cultivate high-quality flower seeds, and one of the main goods of the trade in Garcia Town was the cultivation of flower seeds.

The church has already arranged for the "Keeper of Knowledge" to deal with the problem, but I didn't expect that now the garden has disappeared directly, which makes me a little uneasy, I hope you can check it out, deacon. ”

Although Father Brandett didn't know what Hermione was doing in front of her, she must be very high and a strong man.

Leave this kind of weird thing to the professionals.

Hermione on the other side didn't know anything, she was a temporary worker, where did she have the opportunity to read those reports and files and find out what was going on.

"What happened to the greenhouse garden before? I have no contact with the previous Watchmen, and I don't know. ”

The Watchman is an organization similar to the Night Watchman, the body of the Church of God of Knowledge and Wisdom that deals with extraordinary events.

"A few gardeners had disappeared from the greenhouse garden for some reason, and then they found their withered bodies under the bright flowers.

According to the results of the autopsy, they died of indulgence and lost all the spirituality and vitality in their bodies.

Whenever it blooms, people who come close to it will get entangled in the flowers, and eventually wither and die.

After the accident of the gardeners, no one dared to come closer, and the ladies tried to send someone to burn the strange flowers, but the ground showed many vines, blocking those who approached, making it a forbidden area.

From time to time, some illusory and beautiful figures were seen passing by, attracting the viewers to enter.

I reported it to the church, and the Keeper of the Knowing came to deal with the hidden dangers, and the garden was back to its previous state, but this time it was all gone, including the two gardeners who were guarding it. ”

It sounds like an ordinary extraordinary event, and the pollution is confined there. Hermione thought of the flowers, and the abilities of plants, there were many possibilities, the path of the Mother Earth Church, the primordial moon, the Mother Tree of Desire...

Since the Keeper team can handle it, there is nothing to worry about.

"Then let's take a look, I hope it won't affect ordinary people."

"Praise be to the Lord of Knowledge, and thank you for your generosity."

After explaining that Kurtz was left behind in the church, Brandt took Hermione to the greenhouse garden. Hermione also didn't forget to tell Helen to pay attention to Alyssa's mental state.

In the decaying and lonely purple wasteland, Schiller sat on a huge skeleton and held a bone flute in his hand and played a melodious sound.

There were many still spider silks floating around him, blindly surrounding him, and the invisible light curtain stretched out to avoid the effects of painful emotions and diseases that filled the outside.

Tatiana's beautiful and delicate face in the wasteland cracked and distorted, and her spirit was constantly affected by whispers from spirits.

The blonde hair on the back of his head fluttered, and the aura of disease released covered the purple-black erosion, reserving a safe space for himself.

She was also confused and angry now, and finally someone below found some traces and wanted to come over to see if it was real. I didn't expect to be blocked here directly by these people.

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