In Yorktown, which is dotted with stars, only a few places still have faint color-changing lights. In a two-and-a-half-story building near the Yorktown Police Station, Will lives on the top half floor, and the outside half is a balcony. There are plants and flowers that I raise, and my mother and younger siblings live on the second floor.
Will was lying on the bed, looking at the stars above through the skylight, and occasionally a shooting star passed by.
"As expected, I'm still worried, Legira, Horos, Raja..."
Chalfee Village is an area patrolled by myself. I usually have a good relationship with everyone, especially Legira. She goes to the Night Church whenever she has time. How can I feel relieved? I will patrol as usual in the next few days. ! Just be careful.
At this time, there was no hustle and bustle during the day in Chalfee Village at night. Under the starlight, only a little yellow candlelight came from the church. In the house behind the Steam Church, Gilead sat at his desk and looked at the things in front of him that were knocked over and not cleaned up. The inkwell was waiting for something. After a while, Girid appeared from the darkness.
"Giride, how are you?"
"I've almost digested the potion, and I should be ready for promotion. How are you preparing for your ceremony?"
"Stabilize your mind first, and you will be promoted in a few days. I am also ready. I will blood sacrifice some people in this village when the time comes. After that, I will go back to the hiding place. I feel bad if I stay here for too long. Did Lord Kiefer send a message? "
"Blood sacrifice, this is not good. I'm afraid it will anger the Church of Night and Storm. There is no news from Lord Kiefer yet."
"Don't you think what we have done in Pulitzer is not enough?" Gilead said coldly, playing with the pen and raising the corners of his mouth slightly.
Hermione was dressing herself up with the help of Mrs. Woppel. After all, she couldn't just wear casual suits to the dinner party later. This would be considered rude and disrespectful to the host of the party. The first impression was also very important.
Fortunately, Audrey helped her choose a dress before, and she chose a lace long dress with a wide collar and dark pink as the main color, decorated with egret-colored silk fabric.
Mrs. Vopel helped Hermione tie up her dark black hair, and did a basic palace braid. She also put on a gauze top hat and long white ladies' gloves. With her own witch charm, Mrs. Vopel, who was also in front of the mirror, couldn't help but A bit addicted, with light blue pupils and delicate facial features, there is a bit of childishness of a girl.
Hermione turned around, it should be fine, she felt a little in love with herself when she looked inside. I sighed again, wondering how much of this face is still my own! Also, I am not used to wearing low-cut high heels, and I am used to wearing lace-up boots.
Wearing glasses to cover up one's breath is much better than usual. Our ancestors are right as they say, "Buddhas rely on their golden clothes, and people rely on their clothes."
After Hermione was almost ready, Vos also came outside. Different from his usual bohemian image in a windbreaker, he was wearing a long gift and a dress. He was indeed a rare nobleman.
Seeing Hermione coming out, Voss opened the car door and saluted, "This beautiful lady, I think I must have seen you somewhere. Can you tell me your name?"
"Okay, I'll tell you when we get there."
Hermione smiled in return and got into the car, waving to Walpel and Elisa Yvonne who came out with them.
Watching the carriage gradually leave on the street, Mrs. Vopel took her sisters back, "Don't worry too much, you will find your sister."
The carriage quickly arrived at the location of the dinner, the home of local wealthy businessman Ferris Emile Drews.
After getting off the carriage, Voss and Hermione were led by the waiter to the banquet hall. Many people were already here, but Hermione didn't recognize them. However, there were a few young women in gorgeous clothes who kept looking at Voss and wanted to come up. He looked a little hesitant again.
Hermione pulled Vos, "Vos, aren't you looking for a partner? I see there are many suitable ones for you across the street."
"That lady is good, elegant and temperamental; and the young and beautiful one in front of her; the one leaning against the window is also good, beautiful and plump."
Voss came directly to the dining table and took a glass of fresh milk and drank it, "Hermione, I think there are a lot of rich people here, which is very suitable for you. Didn't you always say you were poor before? You can give it a try. I I am satisfied with my current life and don’t need it for the time being.”
Hermione also picked up a cup of black tea and drank it. The white dining table was set with exquisite snacks and dinners, and the waiter next to her was frying steaks and other foods according to the needs of the guests. Hermione doesn't need to eat or drink unless necessary, so she has no interest in these, so she might as well find someone first.
"Voss, is your uncle here?"
"Already here. I just asked Ferris's housekeeper what my uncle was talking to Stephenson and Ferris. Just wait a moment."
At this time, a girl walked out of the hall next to her. After seeing Voss, she came over excitedly and quickly put the snacks in her hand on the table next to her. "Voss, you are finally here. Dad will be out in a minute."
Then he looked at Hermione again. Vos took the girl on his arm and introduced Hermione, "This is my friend Hermione. I came to see my uncle for something, so I brought her."
The girl looked at her suspiciously, and Voss introduced the girl to Hermione: "She is my uncle's daughter, my sister Mary Anne Brudenell."
"Hello, Mary."
"Hello."
Hermione and Mary saluted each other. Mary was wearing a light baby blue dress, with slightly curly dark blond hair tied with a delicate bow, green pupils, soft facial features, and a girlish childishness.
"She's a beautiful girl! I think Rua." Hermione commented in her heart.
"Okay, it's time for you to go and be with your friends. I'm waiting for your dad here. I'll talk to you later."
Mary looked at the two of them and went to find her friend with a little doubt.
After a while, three people walked out of the room inside. One of them had gray hair and bright eyes; one was somewhat similar to Voss, slightly older, with three-dimensional features; the last one was obviously shorter, a bit paunchy, and his figure was not as good as the previous one. Both hold up so well. The white-haired old man said something and then walked to another hall. After seeing Voss, a man similar to Voss came over with the pot-bellied man.
"Uncle, Uncle Ferris."
Earl Brudenell's hair was mixed with white hair, his face had some wrinkles, and he was about the same height as Voss; Ferris, who was traveling with him, had a receding hairline and a significantly protruding belly.
Earl Brudenell, who came in front of him, had already noticed Hermione next to him. He frowned and responded to Voss, and then said with a serious face:
"You are already quite old and still working in such a dangerous position. It's time to find a wife."
He looked at Hermione again:
"You haven't introduced this lady to me yet?"
Hermione stepped forward and saluted and replied, "Hello, Earl Brudenell, Mr. Ferris, my name is Hermione Evanna, just call me Hermione."
It would be better to omit her last name. Evana inherited her mother's name, so it is not considered fake.
Brudenell nodded, showing a troubled expression. Ferris said, "Miss Hermione looks good to me, and she is also very young. She should be able to get married in two years, but there is no problem now. If you take care of her, the church won't have much reaction."
Ferris obviously misunderstood. Hermione looked like she was only 16 to 18 years old.
James also spoke, "It doesn't matter if your identity is ordinary. It's just up to you to explain it to Celia."
Just when the two were about to continue asking, Voss interrupted them awkwardly, "Uncle, Uncle Ferris, Hermione is my colleague in the church. I came here today to ask you some questions."
"Church?" Earl Brudenell pondered for a moment and seemed to have thought of something.
"It seems I misunderstood." Ferris smiled.
"In this case, it doesn't matter. Let me make my own choice. Celia is here too. You can talk about it later."
For Earl Brudenell, this nephew is too much of a headache for him. He also knows how dangerous the world of extraordinary people is, so he plans to let Vos get married and be transferred from the Nighthawks to the Backlund Police Headquarters. , it is not difficult to do this with the influence of the Brudenell family, but it is difficult for people. It seems that I have to be more cruel, because my brother left such a child.
Voss was a little surprised when he heard Celia,
"Is Celia back? In my memory, she is still a little follower. Let's not talk about this for now. Uncle, I want to ask if you can tell me that matter?"
"The other party is a guest from Lemberg, named Saleh Mackenzi. It was brought here by our partner Lamont in Lemberg. It was also the first time I met him. When visiting certain places, he saw I met a girl who was studying there and thought she was very talented in learning, so I took her back. This is very good. Rather than sinking into illness and dying in those places, this ending is also very good." Earl Brudenell He said calmly.
"Uncle, can you contact this person?"
"The first time is just an inspection, let's talk about it later, I will pay attention. Now your thing is the most important, and why do you care about this? This kind of business happens every day."
"When will the next time be, Lord Brudenell?" Hermione also asked.
"I don't know much about this. The other party didn't reveal much information, and he was very cautious in our first cooperation. And since you are Vos's friend, you can also help me supervise him. I rarely see him bringing anyone with him. Come and see me." James Brudenell paused, "May I ask, who is that girl to you? You are very persistent."
"I was also entrusted by others and promised others to find this girl. I can't break my word as a person."
"Believe what you say. Although it sounds a bit strange to read, it feels a bit reasonable." Ferris also said a few words at the right time.
"The other party is a bit mysterious. Let me ask him about it next time. You can also help me urge him to start a family and start a business. Take care of him if there is anything he needs. You young people can go and talk to each other!"
James Brudenell said and nodded towards Hermione, who smiled back. Afterwards, James Brudenell and Ferris left together and went to the area they were supposed to go to, and the bodyguards guarding them quickly followed.
Hermione looked at the two leaving and smiled at Voss, "Your uncle only has mood swings when talking about you. He seems to care about you very much. It's time for you to be more mature."
Voss straightened his collar, "I've always been very mature. It seems like nothing's wrong with Inis. She probably took her back to be her secret lover. Don't worry too much. I'll tell you when there's news next time. At least Better than staying at the Red Theater.”
Hermione also knew that she had to first determine where the person was. There wasn't much she could do. Maybe this was a good place to end up in this world! Hermione handled some cases and saw the plight of many people at the bottom.
Earl Brudenell walked into the corridor of the room and suddenly asked the bodyguard next to him:
"Can you tell her true identity?"
"I can confirm that she is a high-sequence Beyonder. When I observed her, she responded to me. She didn't mean anything malicious. The glasses she wore were also a magical item, which may have concealed her secrets. My true appearance.”
"It may be a powerful person from the church. It's normal that we don't know." Ferris took out his pipe and said while filling it.
"Can you see her true face?" James Brudenell continued.
"No, when I wanted to know more deeply, I had a creepy feeling, and my spiritual intuition told me that it was not what I should see."
After hearing this, Brudenell continued to move forward and whispered to himself, "Is there a new strong man here? What is he going to do?"
