"Teacher Hermione, isn't today the weekend off? Why are there still classes?"
Hans looked confused. He hoped that his father would come back often so that his mother could stay with him and he could have Hermione's time to himself.
"I'll give you a physical education class. Go ask Adai to play with you."
Physical education classes are also classes, and I am the teacher and I have the final say. Hermione took Hans and took small steps to the main hall area, where she found the housekeeper Marilis dressed in formal attire and about to go out.
"Marylis, what are you doing?"
"The food inventory in the warehouse needs to be replaced. I'll go take care of it and distribute the replacement items to the servants and nearby employees."
"See you tonight, I won't disturb you anymore."
When I went up the stairs, I also met Gemar, the valet of old Geisler. He looked quite young, with brown hair, rare green eyes here, and a good appearance. Hermione took Hans and said hello to him before going up, not paying attention to the way the male servant looked at her. It would be strange not to look at her.
'Is it possible that this manservant is also good-looking?' After finding Adele, Hermione remembered what she had confided to him before, and it seemed that she had to find an opportunity to talk.
Craig took Nalio and Dunman to search Kamari but found nothing. People said they saw those two people, but they couldn't remember when they saw them.
When they came to the street selling fish, several people endured the fishy smell and looked at the faces of the people around them.
"If you don't want to sell fish, don't join in and stop the people behind you. If you can't make money, I will starve to death in front of your house with my whole family."
Vendors wearing gray and black aprons and with hair like bird's nests chased away the people looking in front.
Deng Man was disappointed and left directly. He didn't expect the people here to be so impetuous. Craig and Nalio also gained nothing. The three of them could only look forward and look at the people around them.
"According to the divination, this is the final location. Let's go check out the homeless den in the garbage dump over there."
Many homeless people huddled here against the low mud walls, and the bones protruding from their bodies could be seen. With waves of stench coming out, several people bravely searched for it.
Craig casually picked up a relatively clean man, whose face was covered with skin cracks and frost, and it didn't look like he was there, and threw it onto the body of the man squatting next to him.
"Is it hidden in the manor area? Let's go take a look."
"If we can't find it there anymore, we'll go back. The safety of Fort Lange is important, and it's a troubled time now."
"Hurry up and go back after checking."
Looking at the retreating figures, an old man stood up and comforted the two people who had been violently treated. After watching for a while, his eyes returned to the two people with a smile on his face.
"Look, they are like that. They can never change. They can only hope that we will change."
Hermione lobbed the ball into the front goal with a strong kick. Hans could only advance slowly, run a long distance and kick it inside. Because my physical fitness is different, I can only act as a trainer, otherwise it will destroy the balance of the game. Either Dermot and Marilis hugged her tightly to create opportunities for them. Hermione couldn't pick up two people and kick them, otherwise everyone would be suspicious.
Arnot, who was wearing a black and white dress, ran over with the hem of her skirt in hand and said that the official people who came earlier were here to investigate whether the fugitive was hiding in the manor area, and asked the two of them to go back and ask questions.
Arnott has slightly curly brown hair and is surrounded by a maid's hat. There are some small freckles on his face. Between his small nose and dark blue eyes, he looks like he has just grown up. She usually helps Mrs. Robert, the person in charge of the kitchen. Hermione was fairly familiar with her, and she had the charm and favorability buff.
In the living room, Craig and others asked several people present but did not get the answers they wanted. Mrs. Dermot sat there and looked at them with an unfriendly expression. Old Geisler, who was about to go out, sat back on the sofa and was thinking about strengthening the security at home.
A red-haired woman wearing a slim-fitting coat walked back from outside. The child she was holding was also wearing a pair of shorts. The style of shoes underneath had thick streamlined insoles that had never been seen before. The girl with a round face followed behind, her clothes made her majestic even more obvious. She walked behind a little shyly. Arnott quickly returned to the queue of servants.
"You are back! These police sergeants have something to ask you."
Old Geisler's voice sounded. This time he had to find a few reliable security detectives to take over the manor. He was determined to take action later. These police officers were somewhat useless.
Hermione wore an empty peaked cap and her red hair was tied into a ponytail at the back. She looked heroic and attracted the attention of those who came. 'These people are really here to cause trouble, and the evil god won't care? '
"Sheriffs, please ask if you have anything. We are very busy and your efficiency is too poor." Old Geisler urged. He was worried about the ladies around him and did not dare to look at Hermione often. He just wanted to Get out of here quickly and find his Charlotte.
Denman and Nalio calmed their minds, but they lost their minds without paying attention. They were here to investigate, not to see the beauty. Craig spoke first.
"Two extremely vicious fugitives have recently come here from Fort Lange, and we suspect they are hiding here in the manor area."
"What a fugitive? I haven't talked about strangers before." Hans' childish voice sounded. Why did that man keep looking at him?
"We don't have any fugitives here, and we haven't seen any strangers." Seeing all the eyes focused here, A'dai behind him also thought about the people he met in the past few days.
"Who knows?" Craig said.
"Don't you even know whether the fugitive is a boy or a girl? If you don't even know the prisoner, why should you solve the case and catch whom? We taxpayers pay taxes just to let such people protect us. Of?"
Hermione had known that this guy had evil intentions. There were so many manors scattered here and there all the way to Langeburg. It was really embarrassing for them to find this one. If it had been before, the person in front of them would have died of painful illness.
"Pay attention to your attitude and cooperate with our investigation. We are just doing a routine inspection." Craig didn't know why he was yelling at Hermione desperately.
"I suggest you find an archbishop to check his mental and spiritual condition. In all likelihood, he was contaminated by a curse. Otherwise, you won't know how he died."
"And next time you talk to me like this, I will let you know what pain is. There won't be a third time."
Hermione looked at the three of them with an abyss-like gaze, her face expressionless, and her cold and terrifying aura disappeared invisibly. Dunman and Nario were unable to move, and Craig was also stunned. The temperature in the room dropped several degrees.
"Thank you for informing me. Sorry ma'am, we have finished the investigation and leave."
"Excuse me, everyone, no need to send it away, we will go back to check."
Nalio and Dunman took Craig away. They didn't know why their good companions suddenly became like this. The other party is obviously not something they can afford to offend, and they can kill themselves casually, so they should report it and let the people above deal with it!
Fortunately, there was no ill intention. I had only experienced that kind of pressure when I accidentally cooperated with Archbishop Colomber, and I couldn't do this even if I wanted to die. Nalio and Denman almost cursed, and they probably wouldn't be able to handle it even if the director came.
A sneeze sounded, breaking the long-quiet atmosphere in the living room. Hermione also shook her head. If these guys continue to provoke her like this, the old Hermione Evana will come back sooner or later. She will curse them to death without hesitation and enslave the spirits. It shouldn't scare anyone else, right? The aura just now was directed at the three of them.
"There are some mental effects left over from the past, are you okay?"
"It's okay. If there's nothing else, I'll set off first. I'll talk to Charles... about that matter at Langeburg in the evening." Old Geisler seemed to have forgotten everything and set off with his valet Gemar.
Mrs. Dermot asked the servants to disperse to do their work, put on her shawl and came to stand next to Hermione, her eyes a little blurry.
"I didn't expect Teacher Hermione to have such a domineering side. It seems that our manor is secure."
"I'm going to calm down for a moment, excuse me."
Hermione also left here, her spirit that had finally stabilized fluctuated, and she couldn't let that impulse affect her.
Mrs. Dermot wanted to lean in, but now she could only hold Hans in her arms, caressing the top of his head, and looked at his retreating figure. Adai stood behind and made no sound. She was still immersed in Hermione's majesty just now.
Nalio and Denman dragged Craig to the outer wall of a manor. This guy wanted to die but he couldn't drag them with him. Craig, who was still a little stunned, planned to listen to what he had to say.
"Hurry back and report. Watch what I do." Craig tightened his collar and planned to move forward.
"Did you know it from the beginning and drag us two here? If the other party is really malicious, we would be dead." Nalio was a little angry. He was obviously using himself as cannon fodder, but he still had a With everyone here, the pension is not enough.
"I will definitely report it. After all, there are such dangerous people in the jurisdiction, but you have to go and check it out." After finishing speaking, Denman walked back. Things were indeed a bit tricky, and Craig couldn't be relied on either. too close.
"People like them are a danger, you have to believe me...
Craig was trying to explain to them, but the two of them were obviously a little afraid of him. The pollution was difficult to detect, and they didn't want to become sealed objects and have special characteristics.
Next to the pond where Hans usually fished, Hermione leaned on her forehead and felt as if her head was about to split. It seemed that it was a sequelae caused by restraining herself for too long and not being able to resist the explosion. The delicate balance is like walking a tightrope, you never know how the situation will be broken in the next second.
"This guy needs to find an opportunity to put a curse on him, otherwise he won't be able to pass his level."
White light emerged, and an old man in a white robe walked out. His hair and beard were white, and there were some wrinkles on his face. His eyes were full of wisdom and compassion for the world, and his whole body exuded a gleaming white light.
"An angel of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom?" Hermione thought of the portrait in the church in the town.
"Yes, I am Christopher. It seems that you have encountered some little trouble."
"Are you coming?"
"I just came to check and confirm. There is no problem now. The oracle has come down. Until there is no change, you, the Church of Fools, are friendly partners of our Church of Knowledge."
After the old man finished speaking, he disappeared here. It seemed that he was really here to observe.
'Please help me at least! 'Hermione was not as sincere as this man, squatting here and looking at the water, 'Calm down, calm down, a good attitude determines the life of an extraordinary person'.
In the small town, the old man held the little boy tightly and did not let go until the strong sense of crisis disappeared. What's going on here? Did you and your group attract attention? The old man then left here with the little boy. The few people behind wanted to follow, but the old man stayed here.
