Hermione, who was following behind, did not immediately follow Reina, closed her eyes and felt the changes around the homeless man, it seemed to be a natural death, without any trace.

The passers-by didn't pay attention to the person leaning on the side, the cells in his body quickly lost their activity, and eventually the whole person became stiff.

Hermione was not interested in watching the process, and after learning that it seemed to be still that strange connection, she continued to follow Reina.

Is this person, who seems to be very ordinary, who is not even an extraordinary being, collecting the cause and effect that exists behind it? The price paid?

"Good morning, Bibab. Are you going to ship vanilla again today? ”

"Reina, you're still the same. Why don't you come and give me a hand? ”

"May your Lord bless you to sell well soon."

Shaking the hand of Bibab as he passed, Reina looked left and right, as if he had found some confusion, and continued on his way as he watched his friend's carriage leave.

Has your intuition improved, too? It's just an ordinary member below. 'That Bibab seems to have lost something, is it life?' If there is a high sequence of fate paths, it should be able to be seen.

"This is the interest you paid me, and the principal will be slowly withdrawn later."

Reyna shook his head, his mouth swinging for Hermione to read what he was trying to say. It looks like he's really going to do something big.

The range of his walk was not too far from the area of the Ildi River, and he was able to greet many people along the way, and a few lost something.

The emotions on his face gradually became a little excited, and Reina, who couldn't hide the expression on his face, quickened his pace and walked through the old street shop into the alley next to it.

Opening the small door with wooden frames and going straight in, his exposed skin blood vessels bulged out, and his whole face was distorted.

The momentary change when she entered was also seen by Hermione, it was all too familiar pollution, from the gaze above?

Is it the inheritance of power from a hidden existence? It seems to be similar to what I encountered in the south of Maxi.

Inside, the rooms on the second floor are blocked by the windows, and the small candlelight in front of the table gives it a sense of isolation.

Hermione ignored the foul smell and continued to observe Reina, who was being comforted by several men, before he stood up straight and laughed.

"I can't help but go to them tonight, praise the Lord who is above all, and we will dedicate this place to you."

"It's a real opportunity now, and the big guys will come soon. Those lackeys are going to Alagoas to fight to the death, and they will have to pay the price. ”

The man sitting at the table writing by candlelight turned around, his young face a little pale, and his emotions were not aroused.

"Don't forget the Tirins family, who hide in the shadows and don't want to expel us all the time."

"Last time, Boss Eneco had already scared those guys away, these cowards didn't even have the courage to defend against outsiders, and they weren't afraid of them coming again."

Hermione on the side laughed a few times in her heart, and it wasn't you who went to the front, everyone would say cool words.

It seems that there is a certain probability that this group of people is fishing against Tillings, and now what they see is just bait with low strength.

"I hope you can stop them next time and don't let them run away again."

The man sitting at the table continued to write about his stuff and did not participate any further.

"Beneteau, are you done choosing your region? How are we going to set it up. Reina leaned over to look at what the man sitting at the table had written.

"Once you've chosen, let's let the places in the middle of the Yierdi River, West District 4, and South District 8 contribute."

"Let's go get ready."

"If you don't succeed, wait for the next time, don't delay the current thing."

After Beneteau watched several of the people inside leave from one side, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth as he turned back.

Hermione marked the place and walked down the wooden staircase to one side, the shopkeeper with the bag leaning his things against the wall and quickening his pace.

"When did someone go up?" With a question, he disappeared into the stacked shelves.

There was a muffled prayer in the corner compartment of the partition wall, and then there was a throbbing sound after it disappeared.

The mysterious connection she had made from before felt it again. The flickering light fell, like a seed rooted here, spreading the root system in all directions.

The prayer site, which had become messy, knelt in a circle, hands folded, facing straight up, eyes closed, reverent, and smiles of satisfaction raised at the corners of their mouths.

The extinguished wick emitted a faint white smoke, and the prepared sacrificial materials had dissipated into powder.

Hermione, who had kept a certain distance, stared at the circle of dead people, and the parts they had attached to each other began to merge, their hair falling out, and their appearance became somewhat different, as if they were slowly falling out of focus and away from reality.

"Is this dedication? Burn yourself, you are people who have no choice! ”

Hermione wiped the reflective glass hanging from the wall and left. Let's wait until the Tillings are done with their business.

It seems that both sides want to kill each other, and they don't know who will win later, and they should be able to see the end.

Although Rune left a demigod governor down, the elite team below is the backbone of law and order, and the church does not have many manpower, so it seems that this matter should be intended to break out.

Tracked down, Reina went to the next location, relying on the markers left on him. Hermione returned to them.

"May the Lord grant you power beyond all things, Reina."

The aisles here are narrow and old, and a few of the people next to them talk to this group from time to time, talking about encouragement without beginning or end, and at the same time losing some of their belongings.

"We'll go back to the way we were."

In the chosen place, Hermione saw the scene again, which should be the precursor to the large-scale ritual magic.

Just to hunt the Tirins? Or to take revenge on the Rune colonists? Or is someone going to be promoted?

The path of advancement of believers in these special secret existences is different from that of the natives, and it is necessary to please the existence on their heads, and it is reasonable to use these as sacrifices.

Halfway through, she also saw a few people who behaved abnormally and didn't know which side of the spy was, so maybe she could guide them appropriately. It's good to mess up.

Graf and Angelica, who had been told that they were going to stay overnight, packed up their things and sat outside on the half-open balcony, and some of the people who didn't know what to say waited in silence.

Graf is not good at communicating with others, and Angelica is afraid that if she says the wrong thing, she will anger these people with magical powers, and she will never go back.

Just as the two of them were thinking about how to break the embarrassment, there was a knock on the door. Graf, who had her own reaction, was preempted by Angelica.

"I'll go."

The door opened, and the strange local man took off his hat and held it in front of him, his eyes looking past the door frame and inside.

"Praise be to the Lord who surpasses all, brothers and sisters, it is time to make your offerings."