Hermione touched Olivia's short curly hair. If Emma was as happy as she was, she would probably be very popular with people in the manor.
Olivia used her little hands to push back a few strands of hair that Hermione had touched. She leaned her head against her arm and continued to laugh and play with her fingers.
"What a social cow!" Hermione felt that this child would become a great person in the future, so the crowd naturally came to him, as if he had known her for a long time.
"I took her to see many doctors, but they didn't know what the cause was. Now, after coming back from the Disinte General Hospital in Ruen, they diagnosed Olivia as mentally retarded. I can't accept that my child was Treated like this, she is obviously so sensible and childish.
"O Lord of knowledge! Let me bear her sins! I was the one who brought her into this world. I really hope she can get well soon. Otherwise, how can she get into a seminary and gain a foothold in society like this?
Yulia frowned when she sighed, and the wrinkles on her forehead became obvious. After chatting with Hermione for a while, she confessed to herself. Hermione on the other hand felt that there was no need for her to blame herself like this, and it had nothing to do with God. Don't keep thinking about the sin, and don't put too much pressure on yourself.
With so many children being born every day, how could a few busy gods and gods be able to see through them. She used her spiritual vision to look at Olivia in the middle. Her body was quite normal, maybe she just wasn't well developed.
'etc. 'Hermione realized that if it was too normal, it would be abnormal. She shook Yulia awake and told her to stop talking about the God of Knowledge and Wisdom.
"Let me take a look for you. Olivia's body is quite normal."
"Doctors say so, but they can't find a reason."
Hermione picked up the fleshy little hand and checked it again carefully. It was indeed a problem of delayed development. There is not much progress in medicine here now, and there is no systematic modern medicine like there, so this result is normal. Those doctors also have the limitations of the times, so don't force them too much.
However, there is mysticism here, and any disease is not incurable. Hermione thought it would be good to find a doctor or pharmacist to prescribe some growth-friendly medicine to supplement little Olivia's lack of nutrients.
"You don't have to worry too much. Olivia just developed late, and she's not stupid. She'll be sensible when she gets older. Going around like this is a waste of money and it's not safe.
"There is a doctor at St. Christopher's Church in Kamari Town, Langeburg, who can treat many difficult and complicated diseases. Last time, a dying child with abdominal distension was saved by him. If you can't wait, you can take little Olivia there. Take a look there, you can ask around first, and you can tell whether it is true or false by paying a little attention.
In order to prevent this mother from running around with her child again, Hermione would be better off asking her to go see Salmont directly. Although I don’t know what happened to that kid, it’s not a big problem inside the church. She didn't believe that anyone would dare to slap the God of Knowledge and Wisdom in the face.
"Thank you, Ms. Austin. The pastor said before that there will be someone to guide me along the way. God finally sent you to save His people."
Yulia thanked Hermione seriously, and Olivia followed suit by hugging her waist and rubbing her face from side to side. Hermione lamented again that other people's children were more interesting, and pinched her chubby cheeks with her hands.
'Only a cute child can heal me. This is the comfort of fate. Hermione, who gave herself a few words of relief, teased Olivia, covering her eyes and playing a guessing game.
The family in front seemed to have heard Hermione and the others' conversation. They leaned back on their chairs and tried their best to pretend to be resting.
"Ms. Austin, whether you go to Stuttgart or Berglit, depending on your age, you may also go to Lemberg to study."
"I have something to do in Stuttgart, what's wrong?"
"There's no problem, then I'm afraid we won't be traveling together. Olivia and I will go back to Beglit. You are so beautiful that I can't help but be fascinated. I have to be careful when going out. If we are together in Beglit, I can still help you."
"Thank you for your concern. I'm going to the Art Church in Stuttgart for business. I'm afraid no one will dare to cause trouble for me."
"Are you a staff member of the church? You are young and promising! Those desperadoes will not care about this, so you should protect yourself. I will pay attention to your suggestions. Thank you again for your help."
"Stop treating Olivia randomly. If nothing happens, it will cause trouble later. Wouldn't it be better to let her grow up happily?"
"Yes, it will be good if my Olivia grows up well. But children who are not smart will not be pampered at home. I still hope that she can be like an older brother and sister."
Hermione gave up after persuading her for a while and found that there was not much improvement. It would be nice if she could listen to some of it.
Next to her, Julia stood up and hugged Olivia. She and Hermione nodded to return to their seats. Olivia, who was being held, also smiled and waved to her. She looked a little happy about missing two teeth. .
The darkness outside was a bit deep, and most of the people inside were already lying down to rest. Hermione also continued to close her eyes, relax herself, and wait for the arrival whistle.
After a long time, the blocked steam was released, and Hermione opened her eyes. The night outside is still dark, and although there is crimson moonlight, the darkness is still the main subject in the distance.
She picked up the suitcase and stood up to leave. Olivia in front of her also revealed half of her body from the seat, smiled at her and waved. Yulia, who turned around, also shook her hand.
After saying a brief farewell to them, Hermione refused the waiter who came to help and walked directly down to the platform with her suitcase. A crowded crowd came down from the corresponding place in the train carriage behind.
The Y-shaped awning above here is quite restored, but a bit smaller. Following the exit sign, she quickly left from the front passage. It was uncomfortable to be crowded with people, so she had better be careful.
The night shift staff looked on a little listlessly, but Hermione, who was tall and covered her face, cheered them up a little.
The flat land outside was quite open, and the lights from the standing street lamps were dim. There were many people walking in groups on the street, and the lights of the four- and five-story buildings were still bright.
Seeing someone coming out, the drivers leaning on the car stepped forward to find out where they were going. Hermione was also frightened by their enthusiasm. She specially put on a black gauze hat, tried her best to restrain herself, and dimmed the lights. Could it be that it was too serious to still exude charm?
In fact, she didn't understand that late at night, compared to the daytime, the tolls could be increased a lot, and the driver could naturally earn a lot. Looking at Hermione's dress and temperament, she didn't look like someone trying to squeeze into a public carriage. It would be better to raise the price for a private carriage.
Hermione originally wanted to go to the Art Church to find the head priest of the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, Louis Chris Yantsch. Considering that it was so late, others might have already rested, so she went to report. It should be nothing? The person on duty should be there.
"I would like to ask, how much does it cost to go to the Art Church on Dinda Street 2?"
"2 silver bauds, set off immediately, the carriage is absolutely comfortable and clean."
"1.5 Porter Silver, don't believe his nonsense, it's a broken car."
"1 Potter Silver, girl, they are just bullying you for being a newcomer."
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After watching the pull between the drivers, Hermione picked a comfortable ride. Now that I have a lot of people sponsoring me, I should be more comfortable. Lucy is right, she has not changed at all. The driver who was not selected sighed with regret and continued to look for the passengers who came out from behind.
The carriage drove into an unfamiliar street. Except for some simple bars, the shops on both sides had already closed. Hermione looked at the closed shops on the brick street through the glass. It seemed that the nightlife here was average, and there were some places on the ground that were not hardened and were still covered with a layer of stone powder.
The driver took his time and turned into the ordinary-sized streets. Without the light of the street lights, the surroundings were somewhat unclear under normal vision.
After a while, the carriage stopped in a dark and messy place. Hermione inside felt a little emotional, but she didn't expect that the world outside was still the same. There was some harsh friction sound coming from the pile of debris in the corner.
"Ma'am, we're here. We'll have to walk a little further to get to the Art Church. It's so narrow that it's difficult for a carriage to move around. It takes a while to walk."
"Really? There seem to be a lot of people outside. I'm a little scared. Is this really the Art Church?"
After the soft voice finished speaking, the violent sound of iron hammering was heard, and the driver who spoke was startled. A vicious hoarse voice came.
"Stop talking nonsense. If she doesn't come down, drag her down quickly. You can still make it in time for the scheduled performance tonight."
The car door opened and Hermione stepped out with a smile, causing those around her to stop moving.
She arranged the black gauze hat in her hands, her red hair neatly tied up on the back of her head, with a few strands scattered on both sides. Under the dim kerosene light, you can vaguely see her childish face. The eyes under the long eyelashes seem to see the light blue pupils, and there is a smile at the corner of her mouth, which makes her even more charming.
"Is this really the Art Church? You don't look like clergy." The soft and elegant voice sounded again, making everyone present feel comfortable and closed their eyes to feel the feeling.
"Boss, she is so beautiful. She shines brighter than the bright moon over the Neder River."
"Can it be until tomorrow night~, no, I'll pay. I want her to stay with me this month."
"She's mine, don't come and snatch her away."
There was a cracking sound, and the thick stick directly smashed the head of the person who had just spoken. People around him also started to move their hands. For a moment, Hermione was surrounded by chaos.
"No, it should be me. I can't help it anymore. I want to take her away. She shouldn't be tainted by you."
After the sound of fighting continued for a while, those people fell scattered in front, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood. The coachman's eyes were blurred, and he followed Hermione to the only remaining boss. His body was covered with numerous wounds, most of which were not deep and not fatal.
"What did you do? You killed people here. The Stuttgart police will not let you go." He supported his body with a stick, and the madness faded away, and he looked at the person in front of him with some fear.
"Please, why did I kill someone? You suddenly started fighting and scared me. I am a helpless girl, and you obviously wanted to rob me, but you still beat me up. Mr. Coachman was brave enough to save people, you say? right."
"Yes, this lady met a gangster and I was helping him."
The driver took the stick scattered on the ground and hit the man on the head.
"Lesen, you...
The man couldn't finish his words, his head was sunken and he fell to the ground without breathing. Hermione sat back in the car as if nothing had happened, opened the window glass and said to the coachman waiting there.
"Send me to the Art Church, and then go to the police station to surrender. When they asked me who I was, you directly said that it was Colompel Werner who asked you to do this."
"clear."
The coachman returned to the front and drove the carriage away from here. The two people who were watching the wind on the roof covered their mouths and didn't make a sound. They looked nervous. When they saw the carriage leaving and wanted to get up and leave, their faces were painful. They covered their throats with their hands and fell to the ground. breath.
The rest of the journey was very smooth, and the sleepless people in the city had nothing to do with the carriage. She came to an open square, in the middle stood a huge statue, which could be seen clearly as an elegant swan in the night. The pool below overflowed with water and flowed along the sewer.
'People here really love fountains and sculptures. 'The Yate Church in front is obviously much larger than the one in Kamari Town, like a heavy book turned over.
"Okay, go to the police station and turn yourself in. If you ask me where I am, tell me the truth."
Hermione dismissed the glazed-eyed coachman away, picked up her suitcase and walked to Art Church. There are a lot of steps on the ground, and the carvings have been smoothed away.
When you come outside the gate, you can see the carvings on the walls on both sides in the dim light, and some of the stories spread on them.
Walking inside, there is a reading area in front as usual, surrounded by rows of neat benches, and a huge Holy Emblem of Knowledge stands right in front.
There are more unknown figures in the paintings above, and Saint Christopher is also surrounding the solemn symbols on the brass bookshelf. Winged children and books were scattered around.
"It's about the same size as the churches in Pulitzer. It's truly an elite education."
After speaking, she walked towards the drowsy clergy on duty inside. The people inside also noticed her and stood up unsteadily, looking a little tired.
"Praise the Lord of knowledge. Madam, are you confused about whether you want to receive sermons or confession? Or did you get angry with your family and run away from home? It's too dangerous for you to be alone at night. Do you need to call the police?"
When the young clergy saw Hermione's appearance, beautiful, young and elegant, they probably thought that a child from some family did not accept the future arrangement or was lured away from home.
Their church often goes to mediate these issues, or looks for children who have left home without news, so they can also get a donation. Why didn't he remember such a beautiful girl in front of him? She still had light red hair. She didn't seem to be from here.
