As it got completely dark and the telegraph room was ready to leave work, Hermione waited for Colompel's reply.

She has been running into some things lately and is busy, so sometimes she can't reply in time.

As for what it was, she didn't say, and Hermione knew that she was just as strong a woman as herself.

Friedrich left a sentence in his last diary before he disappeared.

"Our beliefs are equal."

And then there are some daily church affairs, and complaints about encounters.

The 'Greenhouse Garden' incident has been definitively resolved, and the Knowers team has brought back the source contaminant, a thorny vine that exudes desire and life.

Its evaluation is only a barely accessible second-level seal, and it doesn't seem to involve a higher level of power, otherwise it would have stayed where it was and let the Knowers team deal with it.

The previous outbreak of some disasters in Stuttgart has caused the church to increase the cleanup of infidels and secret organizations, and no one will dare to come forward in a short time.

Colompel told Hermione not to worry about this, just concentrate on her own affairs, and go to Beaglet City to talk to her when she is free.

After reading it, Hermione felt that they must have something to hide from her, and something was obviously not right.

Although I did a favor yesterday to get rid of the infidels, there is no need to emphasize it.

The problem is not too serious, even if the primordial demon goddess descends, the current self has the confidence to run away, run back to the church and sit down, who can help himself.

After greeting Father Brandt, who was also going to the feast, he went to find Edmund Winter, the protagonist of the night.

In the night of the town, Hermione jumped from the leaves and onto the wooden roof.

Below Edmund Winter sat in the haystack and ate bread.

She hid in the darkness and watched Edmond go for a swim in the lake after eating the bread that had been delivered.

It was already late autumn, and the temperature of that lake was not tolerable for ordinary people.

When Hermione thought he was getting some normal, Edmund burrowed in the mud and writhed in the mud, popping his mouth open and closing.

So that she on the roof almost couldn't help but let him fall asleep physically, for the sake of the people around her, she endured it, and continued to watch these grotesque behaviors.

Edmund ran to the shore and suddenly stood upside down on a tree, holding the trunk with both hands, making the appearance of climbing the tree, but his body kept retreating.

Did he find himself? Hermione made it possible to weave the spider silk into a hammock and waited for the right time.

If you scare this thing, it's not good not to dream.

The crimson moon came in mid-air, and the surrounding environment was only the sound of small animals, and Hermione manipulated the spider silk hammock to descend in front of the cabin.

Inside, Edmund had fallen asleep on the straw pile, and by the faint moonlight he could see that there was a small table with some of the things he had scooped up.

Take out the badge and arrange the spiritual materials such as moon flower essential oil and night vanilla powder that have been prepared.

The tranquility, soothing the restlessness of the heart, dispersed, and the scenery around Hermione began to divide and see, like separate areas.

Edmund Winter was absent from the hut, and he was wandering around a nearby fish with a rope from a spruce that had grown upside down in the clouds.

The fish's fins were like wings outstretched, and they were feathered, gliding away from the ropes that came over them.

Edmund climbed onto it, rowed up a few logs he had tied up with straw ropes, and swam on them.

The spider silk pulled Hermione in front of him, and he continued on his way, not noticing Hermione.

"Don't you think you're weird?"

Edmund turned his head to look at Hermione, who suddenly fell in fright, and below was a large lake covered with silt, and a black figure with a head full of poisonous snakes, and her body was well-curved.

In his hand, a spear with brilliant patterns and a reflection of silver light appeared, and his eyes were full of determination, and the spear was full of fire and burned the black shadow.

Just as he was about to fall into the mud, a bunch of people appeared below, holding the falling Edmond and running and cheering, colorful flowers falling into the sky.

Hermione, who was sitting in the spider silk hammock, was a little surprised, as an ordinary person, he could still travel to the dreams of the townspeople.

It's not really, he has a problem in his head, and he can't be counted as an ordinary person, just go and see his brain.

"Miss, can I spend the Spring Festival with you? You're so beautiful! ”

The rough man and a few gentlemen dressed as men surrounded Hermione, who was sitting in the hammock, and the preparations in their hands had already begun.

"Don't dream about anything, go have some good fun."

She directly picked up the group of people and threw them away, there was no need to worry too much about ordinary people, unless she was really like that John, sober and insulting herself.

By this time, Edmund had already led a group of people in the square, shrunk up and made strange movements, like a duck.

This group of people should have been imagined by him, because the dreams of those people around him were normal, and they were not affected and did their own things.

After observing Hermione for a long time, she didn't feel any accidents nearby, and the white expanse didn't appear again.

Edmund had already nibbled the purple periwinkle there with his mouth, and then jumped to another place.

The people who had been sitting on their own and dreaming on their own were also united and walked to this tree-covered park, but the church next to it was gone, and it became an open space, and a few pages were scattered there.

Hermione jumped out of the hammock and followed the crowd to Edmond, who was standing on a high platform carved in stone, dressed in a formal suit and with good features, like a successful orator.

Below there were the flower farmers and others that Hermione saw today, those ladies walked in the front, and the man next to them should be their husband, and that Wren was also there.

When the men arrived, they sat down on non-existent chairs on the ground, and Edmund on them was about to speak.

Hermione shuddered, feeling very dangerous, and didn't know when she was surrounded by a white mist.

In the blink of an eye, he found himself back in the black cabin, where Edmund Winter was still dreaming of himself, but without the group.

actually kicked herself out, sat in the spider silk hammock Hermione for a long time, that feeling was like meeting a natural enemy primordial witch, and let herself be kicked out of the dream in a trance.

She stayed here and thought for a long time, and when she looked at Edmond again, he was asleep in his dreams. Lying on the bed with a nightcap and looking very comfortable.

Some reddish moons the size of a house accompanied him, and the potholes on them were clearly visible.

Hermione hurriedly interrupted the picture, and some things could not be recalled by the memory now, so as to avoid unnecessary trouble.

There are some things that are better left to fend for himself. ’

Leaving here, she seemed to understand the cold treatment of the Church of Knowledge and Wisdom, which involved too many things, like a bomb wrapped in a mess, and it exploded when it was straightened out.

Inside some dimly lit bedrooms, Tatiana, dressed in a holy white dress, pushed open the door and walked inside. A blonde hair is naturally draped on the back, with youthful vigor and beauty.

She closed the door and sat down on the couch, where a shadow fell on it, and nothing else.

"You like to pretend to be like this, make this kind of contrast, isn't it good to be real?"

The cold voice was full of ridicule and temptation, trying to burst out the greatest desire in the heart.

Sitting on the sofa, Tatiana covered her squeezed body with her hands, her clear green eyes became blurred, and the holy breath carried a reverie charm.

"We hope you'll be able to do you a favor, Duke North, and in exchange, we'll give you enough 'desire'."

"I'm afraid it's not that simple."

"You just need to help us pester her, and we'll do the rest."

Tatiana's voice softened as she spoke, and the person was already spread out on the table.

"This person? He made us suffer a great loss before. I didn't want to do it, but I promised you this time to give half of it first, and you. ”

"Okay, we're happy to work together."

Tatiana's covered hands let go and threw away the dress she was holding, the shadows on the opposite side slipped over her, and the lights on the walls flickered and swayed.

Hermione, who had watched a lot of boring dreams last night, got up and stretched, Edmond was still almost something, he was there, and the white mist didn't dare to approach.

We all share a common belief? Should Edmund also believe in the God of Knowledge and Wisdom? Or do you believe in fools with yourself?

Friedrich had gone in at Dande in Carrington, and now 170 years have passed, and the person concerned has long since died, and there is no place to investigate.

Still in her top and skirt, she was ready to go out and continue to observe Edmond to see what would happen during the day and what the difference would be between night and night.

Today, Helen unexpectedly appeared at the church early, and when she saw her dressed and the little stick in her hand, she knew that it was the time for worship.

There is no way, as a pretending knowledge churchman, Hermione can only follow through the whole process, hoping that the god of knowledge and wisdom will not mind her flexible belief bottom line.

Outside the church was already full of townspeople, and Helen waited in front of her choir children.

Father Brandett took the heavy book and saw that the time was up, and came to the emblem of knowledge and wisdom

Hermione had gone through a process here, and the children's chorus in it was really good, and when the bell rang, everyone got up and left to go back.

Some of the people in the first few rows were still there, not crowded, and that Wren had been there with his wife yesterday.

Mrs. Catherine and her husband Garcia's mayor and administrator Ernst came to Father Brandt, and her children followed, and Hermione stopped her from leaving.

"Miss Austin, you're more beautiful today, what happened last night?"

"I've always been so good-looking, thank you for the compliment, I'm going to get busy with important things now."

Hermione, who didn't plan to waste too much time, just ended the topic and left, she still had a bunch of practice to do, someone to save, but it was not the time for small talk.

"Curious people!"

"It's so big that a girl who doesn't know any etiquette."

Ernst shook his head and commented, in his opinion, the girl should stay at home and wait for the arrangement, just be a canary.

The daughter behind him still had an expression of owe money, pulling her brother along.

"Aside, Blandett, let's talk about the scope of the expansion. Wren, come here. ”

Ernst beckoned Wren to wake up the stunned Wren, and he came back to his senses, and Mrs. Wren kept his distance and followed him.

Hermione walked out of the church, found a place where no one was around, and went straight to Edmond quickly.

Today, he took a wooden stick and dug a small hole next to it, and walked up again and measured it, as if he were carving a work of art.

"What are you doing? Do you want to return to your mother's arms? ”

"How do you know, are you coming too?"

"I'll help you."

Hermione literally knocked him out and buried him, exposing only the part above his ribcage so that he could breathe smoothly.

She really doesn't want to talk to this person for a moment, she can always find an angle to talk to you, so that you can't provoke it.

The steps to dream were ready, and Hermione looked at Edmond in the bed, who was holding on to the bed and desperately trying to drill into a place.

There was nothing but him on the bed, and he actually burrowed into the suspended air strangely, and the flesh and blood on his body were constantly compressed, just like returning to his arms.

Hermione, who was watching, tried to get closer to the study, her body reacting with a coiled red hair, and the ends of her hair showed a roaring human face that wanted to rush out. Strange patterns lit up all over the body.

The dream shattered, and Edmond, who was low, jumped out of the pile and yelled wildly with his head in his hands, and threw himself into the lake.

Hermione, with her hair scattered, also sensed that a hidden being was watching her, and the pollution that was secretly emitted was resisted by herself.

I didn't see it in advance, this is really careless, and it is necessary to accept more divinity.

But I don't have many anchors that fix my current consciousness, and I don't know if I can withstand the impact.

After seeing Edmund swim back from the lake without any problems, she left to return to the church.

Daytime dreams don't work, are they dreams that everyone wants to be together? Or do you want to have enough people?

It seems that it can only be night, otherwise it will be troublesome to die.

The white mist had already been perceived, and it was just one last step away.

When she walked out of the area, a wisp of something on her body disappeared, making her instantly feel a little lighter.

Is this what death will do? ’

She tied her loose red hair at the back and braided her thin hair at both sides and tied it back at the back of her head, making a simple long hairstyle.

Back at the church, the couples were still there, sitting next to them, and in the middle sat an old man with gray hair.

Calm, capable, with a hint of majesty in his eyes, two mustaches under his nose, a black suit and a top hat.

Seeing Hermione come in, he got up to greet her, and the others followed suit.

"Are you the father of West Kodis?" She went straight to the point and shook hands with the person in front of her.

"Yes, I am his father, Heinrich Kodis."