After arriving in Kamari Town, Craig and team members Nalio Schwartz and Denman Bowen came to a hotel. A reasonably well-dressed waiter greeted them at the counter. A middle-aged man sat next to him, drinking one cup after another. He was drinking wine from the shelf in the back. The three of them were a little surprised as to why this man came inside to drink.
"Give us the cleanest room here. We need to take a look at the environment first."
The waiter heard this and took them upstairs to choose a room.
In the relatively clean room, the three of them found a chair and sat down.
"Craig, are you sure they really came here? It's not that far away from Langeburg. If I had gone directly to Rune or Fenebaud."
"They are not you, Denman. Besides, are you willing to give up hope for the future? This is the place where the divination last showed up."
"Why don't you talk to the church here? Let them help me."
"We'll go back later! The most urgent thing is to find those two people quickly, otherwise we lose control and hurt ordinary people, and we won't be able to get away with it if the higher authorities investigate."
"Let's get familiar with this place first and get some information first. There's no point in rushing. We'll go back in two days if there are no results."
After Nalio finished speaking, he and the two of them went out to investigate. Langeburg didn't have many people, so they couldn't be wasted here. He always felt that Craig was a bit aggressive this time, so he could just let the church handle it.
On the third floor of a single-family building, Salmont was lying on the bed, Mrs. Redelman was leaning on him, and the maid behind her was massaging Salmont's back. Ortel sat in a chair and looked at the last issue of Rune's Adventurer's Journal next door.
"I've already invited them over, the rest is up to you."
"Thank you, honey." Salmont kissed Redman.
"I heard that you often visit Ortel's room at night. My husband is going to Langeburg to take the administrator's examination. He has a little lover there and he won't be back for a while."
After hearing this, Alter closed the book. The cover showed a colorful picture of a pirate surrounded by flames, and the title was an interview with an alternative pirate who was keen on preaching.
"Redman, do you also want to experience that exciting feeling? But your home is still a bit dangerous."
"I believe in Salmont's skills."
The bell rang, and Alter stood up to open the door.
"It seems that Almiron is here. Let's fight evil! Let's play according to the method taught by Salmon."
"Then you need to wear more clothes."
Ortel pulled Redman out of the room, leaving Salmont and the hammer-backed maid behind.
On the uneven streets, Hermione looked outside through the window and found that there were fewer ragged people. However, the police patrols were more diligent than usual. They looked at pedestrians, not even the familiar fixed-stall vendors. Pass.
"Has something happened in the town recently?" Hermione smelled Mrs. Dermot next to her. She was a local rich man and should be well-informed. I have almost become deaf to what is going on outside the window and am focusing on teaching. Could it be that Tatiana came to visit me? It's been a long time since I saw her doing anything. Is she unable to bear the loneliness and looking for me again?
"I don't know. I'll know after I ask Father Gerhardt. Maybe the authorities are chasing fugitives. It's not far from Langeburg and there is a port where criminals often appear."
After walking down the Fountain Square, people around me walked towards the church. The tower next to the vault is thin and small. Next to the big green clock stands a person waiting for the time to ring the bell. Hermione is a little worried that he will fall down. The space there is obviously taken up by the big clock, and she doesn't care about it. My own believer!
When they came inside, the group of people found a good seat, and the ladies also came here. Hermione got to know a lot of them during this period, and several of them were from the manor where Langeburg came to live here. They would go back after a while, but the distance was not far, and it didn't take more than a day by carriage.
The door leading to the reception room at the back opened, and Hermione saw the man who had made trouble before, and two strangers. Waldo was not inside. Father Gerhardt finally came out, closed the door, and prepared to start his usual work.
The other party seemed to have noticed Hermione, and walked into the back from the other door without changing his expression. Hermione's tall figure and perfect appearance were hard to miss, and her flaming red hair was the most eye-catching presence among the crowd.
"Teacher Hermione, what's wrong? Do you know those people?" Mrs. Dermot also caught Hermione's gaze.
"The people who came to make trouble last time are up to something again this time. Remember to stay away from those people, in case you get injured or have an accident."
"I will pay attention, and so will you, Teacher Hermione. If you need help, just let me know."
Mrs. Dermot took Hermione's right hand and indicated that she would support her. Hans, who was still around the waist of everyone else, also held Hermione's other hand and looked at his mother warily. This was originally his tutor, but then he found that except for teaching, almost all of his time was taken up by his mother.
Her eyes returned to the painting of St. Christopher in front of her. Hermione felt that if she wanted to run away, she might be able to abduct Mrs. Dermot and Hans. In that case, old Geissler would probably be sad for a while, and then convert one of his lovers in Langeberg to a permanent partner. Young man, you still have to stay and inherit the family business.
After the choir finished singing the praises, the children folded their robes and returned to their parents. Then the bell rang, the ceremony ended, and everyone present left.
After finishing his officiating, Father Gerhard approached Hermione and reminded her to pay attention to the fugitives who had fled to the town. After speaking, he left here, and the communication with others who wanted to come forward was also pushed away.
"What does it mean?" Hermione wanted to know the reason, and it seemed that Father Gerhardt didn't know either. And the fugitives should be extraordinary people.
"Dermot and Hermione, remember to come on time tomorrow."
After Mrs. Redman reminded her, she and Ortel left. Tomorrow is the day for Mrs. Redelman to hold her own private party, and the place for the event has been repaired. Mrs. Dermot only hastily painted a frame here.
Hermione stretched out her hand to steady a girl who turned around and almost tripped over a bench. She always sat down on the middle bench every time she came. Hermione came more often and had some impressions of him.
The girl looks to be in her early twenties, with light blond curly hair that is parted from left to right and tucked behind her ears. She wears a headband decorated with a red and white plaid bow. She has a slender figure and wears a light blue dress. With a maturity that was different from her age but also a little innocent and shy, Hermione felt emotional that she finally met an innocent beauty who was not a witch. (Glor, Celia:?, I know you don’t love us anymore.)
"Thank you, ma'am."
"You're welcome."
The girl was a little shy around strangers, shorter than Hermione, and her eyes were not filled with as much desire as the others here.
After finishing speaking and nodding, Hermione and the others returned to the car. She found that there were no homeless people outside. They might have been driven to other places by the police!
"Does Teacher Hermione like the budding type? I thought you liked handsome guys or something like that."
"Mrs. Dermot, you misunderstood. When we see beautiful things, everyone will look at them twice. Appreciation is more appropriate. Everyone has a love for beauty."
"Everyone has a yearning for beauty, so I have to appreciate you more. That woman is probably a famous lady kept by some master. They like to sow discord and seduce men. I don't like your contact with her. .”
Mrs. Dermot's face was filled with anger, and she did not hide her disgust as she scolded Hermione.
"People like them can actually enter the holy church and try to atone for their sins by donating money. These are sins that destroy other people's happiness...
Hermione, who nodded from time to time to indicate that she was listening, glanced at Adele, who was holding Hans on the other side, with a helpless expression. It seemed that Mrs. Dermot had really accumulated a lot of resentment, and it finally broke out at this moment.
It's just that those girls don't have a choice. They die faster in places like textile factories. Hermione saw an underage girl's face beaten to pieces by a broken belt from a machine in the factory in Pulitzer. The dead and cold body was dragged away by the supervisor and replaced with a new belt to continue running the machine.
In this era, they do not have enough income from other jobs to support themselves, so they can only work as waitresses in the Red Theater. If they are lucky, they may be like the girl just now. Even if they are abandoned later, they will have a lot of savings for the rest of their lives. as a safeguard. 'It's really difficult to be a worker! 'Hermione could only agree with Mrs. Dermot.
After returning home after chattering, Hermione saw old Geisler sitting in the lounge drinking tea and reading the newspaper after a long absence. When she saw a few people coming back, she quickly greeted him and sat down with him.
After saying hello and sitting down, Geisler talked about some daily life with his wife and son. He said that he had not taken good care of them due to work reasons and prayed for forgiveness. They were a harmonious and happy family.
"Ms. Hermione, the football game you mentioned is very good. We have almost organized the people. According to the way your 11 people play, the 105-meter-long and 68-meter-wide field is really difficult to handle!" It only takes a few people to work together. There is no problem with a goal that is 7.32 meters long and 2.44 meters high."
"Should we just make it that big? I'm looking forward to it, and everyone will be able to do more activities." As a cloud fan, Hermione couldn't remember too many rules, and even forgot about the penalty area. Come on, just have fun playing.
"Just like horse racing, it can attract a lot of money, and it is a new way to make money. Thank you very much for your idea. We also plan to let you become an initial member of the club. After all, this is your idea."
Hermione didn't expect that the members-only football club that she accidentally mentioned would also be organized by him, and he would also set up gambling on winning or losing. He was indeed an old businessman. Although the old Geisler in front of him tried his best to restrain himself, he still couldn't bear it and looked at Hermione the whole time.
Hermione glanced at Mrs. Dermot out of the corner of her eye, and found that her face was as usual, and the black tea she was holding was still on her lips, her eyes focused on it. 'Good guy, you have to end it quickly, otherwise you will become a sinner who destroys other people's families. 'Although Hermione was politely covering herself up with a white gauze, it obviously had limited effect.
"Of course it's no problem. Just let me know in advance when it starts. I'm honored to have the opportunity to witness this great moment."
Hermione chatted with Old Geisler for a while, and the small manual of rules said that her name should be printed on it. At Hermione's request, she directly used her pen name, Marple Austin, otherwise Tatiana would come straight here when she saw it. He didn't want to face her too soon, and he had to regain more strength first.
Then I found a reason to take Hans to class. In terms of easing the embarrassment, Hans, you are really everyone’s little savior!
The two disappeared from the door. Mrs. Dermot took a sip of tea and put the teacup back to its original position.
"Let's also make products for women's tennis and badminton. Bored ladies will welcome the arrival of these products."
"Of course, dear, this will be our chance to become big businessmen in the future."
"In that case, it doesn't matter. Aren't you going to Langeburg to negotiate the export share? Go quickly."
