"Praise the Lord of knowledge, may you and I live eternity in His light. My name is Marple Austin, and I am here to see your parish priest, Louis Chris Yantsch. This is my letter of certification."
Hermione handed the letter she received from Father Gerhardt to the clergyman in front of her.
He looked at Hermione with some doubts, then opened it and looked at it again, confirming that there was no problem with the mark on it. He is really not a child who ran away from home.
"Please wait here for a moment. Priest Yanqi has gone back to rest. I'll go talk to Deputy Priest Cordis."
After watching the person on duty walk into the back, Hermione sat on the bench next to her and waited. The candles in the menorah were half burnt, and the light swayed in the incoming breeze.
Behind him, a sleepy man in black robe walked out together with the staff on duty. He has short, curly black hair, brown pupils, broad shoulders and a tall height. He looks to be in his mid-twenties.
"Sorry, guest from afar, I am a bit casual like this, please forgive me. My name is West West Garnet von Cordis, and I am the deputy priest of the Art Church. Bishop Yanqi is going home Get some rest and won’t come back until tomorrow. I suggest Ms. Austin that you go to the hotel to rest first.”
"I will. I'm just here to inform you so as to avoid any unpleasant misunderstandings."
"There happens to be a nice hotel nearby, let me take you there. You are a distinguished guest after all, so it won't hurt if I run some errands."
After speaking, Cordis helped Hermione lift the box, told the person on duty a few words, and then walked ahead to take Hermione to the hotel.
The street was already very quiet at night, except for the sounds of small animals in the grass. Cordis, the leader, walked to the left side of the square and passed through the corridor between the rooms there. He didn't pay attention to the path without looking carefully.
"Were you harassed when you came here? There has been some instability here recently. You dare to come here by yourself at night. It seems very unusual."
"The people here are very nice. I heard that I came to Yate Church to do business and even the travel expenses were not confiscated. I forced him to accept it."
"That's good. I'm afraid those gangsters who have nothing to do will target you. Those scum should have been cleaned up long ago." Cordis said this coldly.
"Everyone has the meaning of his existence, let alone good or bad. Only in this way can a complete society be formed."
Hermione felt that it would be a pity for Cordis not to become the chief of the Stuttgart Police Department, as this would make security here much better.
"We've arrived at the Bertram Hotel. You can tell me anything you want. Although I don't know what you're going to do here, it must be related to extraordinary events. There's no need to hide it like ordinary people."
On the side of the hotel is a grassland separated by trees and grass walls, with a retracted awning and some piled items on it. Walking in along the hardened road to the gate, the red carpet extends to the outside of the steps.
There was a drowsy waiter sitting at the front desk. When he saw a guest coming, he quickly stood up and said hello.
Curtis seemed to know them, and the waiters and waitresses treated him with great respect. He directly asked them to open the room and asked the waitress to carry the box and take Hermione up the long ladder at the back.
"I'm going back first. See you tomorrow, Ms. Austin." Cordis stretched out his hand and left. Hermione also bid him farewell politely.
"Please come with me, Ms. Austin."
The neatly dressed waitress led Hermione up. There seemed to be some confetti and other celebration items left on the red carpet below.
Arriving at the room with house number 517, the maid opened the door. The interior was clean and tidy, with a sober smell. The wallpaper was light yellow floral-shaped, and the crystal chandelier above emitted a warm yellow light.
The erected bookshelf decoration also separates a small conversation hall, where there are sofas and small tables. After observing, Hermione sighed that she had been living outside so many times and finally lived in a good place.
The maid explained to her the use of the items inside according to the procedure, left the key, then said goodbye, closed the door and left.
Hermione also put the clothes in the suitcase in the blind wardrobe next to the bed, took off her boots directly on the shoe rack at the door, and put on the strappy sandals provided by the hotel. The dark pink carpet on the ground was soft, and the problem of bare feet was gone. Not big.
After carefully checking that there was nothing wrong inside, I took the provided toiletries and went to the bathroom to take a shower. On the bedside table next to the bed, there is not only a light yellow bedside lamp, but also a bright rose in a slender transparent glass bottle.
Hermione, who had changed into a white nightgown, sat on the rattan cushioned chair next to her and changed the card there, asking them to change it to a rose when they changed it tomorrow. Hermione liked its sister better. As for important items, just keep them with you, and don’t be afraid of losing the others.
After a while, there was a knock on the door outside. Hermione was a little confused as to why someone was looking for her at this time. She put on a coat, her hair was wrapped in a towel, and went to open the door.
The male waiter just stood at the door holding a plate with water sealed in a transparent glass bottle and some exquisite snacks.
"Thank you." Hermione deftly took the things in his hands and closed the door. He casually placed the plate of things on the table next to the double sofa, walked to the window and opened the yellow patterned curtain outside, leaving the white soft light curtain hanging there.
There were some porcelain and artistic objects on the decorative cabinets on both sides. Hermione did not give up checking these blind spots to prevent anything from disturbing her later.
After finishing, she lay back on the bed and returned to deep meditation again, feeling the traces of her movements and the excitement brought by the players. It would be nice if it was more solid.
The next day, the light softened by the white curtain woke her up. The environment here is quiet, without the noisy outside feeling of ordinary hotels.
Her red hair was scattered in a ball, covering part of her face. When she got up, she stretched out and got up to wash up.
After changing her clothes, Hermione took out her lace-up boots from the mirror space she carried and put them on, and prepared to go to the Art Church to find Louis Yantsch. Generally speaking, the middle name was omitted.
Before leaving, she arranged it inside and connected the full-length mirror in the bedroom so that she could come back directly if there was anything. Small-scale movements will leave no traces.
There were also many well-dressed people walking in the aisle outside. It looked like they were going to the dining room on the second floor. Hermione had no interest in the breakfast here for the time being and left the place directly.
Following yesterday's memory, I walked to the main street outside and turned into the aisle between rooms. There were many locals walking here to go to the church. Hermione was also wearing a black coat and a black gauze hat today, hiding her appearance.
There were many people walking scatteredly in the square in front. What was better than Kamari Town was that there were no homeless people here. Hermione also followed the flow of people in. In the bookshelf area inside, Cordis, the deputy priest last night, was a little surprised to see Hermione who came so early.
"Why don't you take a break? After all, people like us are prone to problems if we are not in good spirits. Then we can only accompany the Lord of knowledge."
"I feel good now, things are more important."
"Priest Louis is already here. Come with me."
Curtis took her to the office area at the back, walked into a room, and saw Louis Chris Yantsch behind the desk. The stack of books in front of her was very high, and a pile of documents made the large desk look very crowded. .
"Are the guests of Archbishop Colomber here? He is really young!"
Yanqi stood up and welcomed Hermione to sit on the sofa nearby. He wore a pair of silver-rimmed glasses, his hair was a little messy, his face had some deep wrinkles, brown pupils, and his beard was neatly trimmed. He looked about forty years old.
"Louis, if there's nothing else, I'll go back first."
"Go and rest, Siswest. You worked hard last night."
Cordis closed the door when he left. After seeing no one around, Yanqi looked at Hermione with an expectant expression.
"Hello, Ms. Marple Austin, my name is Louise Chris Yantsch. You can call me Louis or you can call me Yantsch. I am very happy to see a strong person go to Swan Castle again in my lifetime. I very much hope that You can succeed. The unknown inside has added many legends to this land, and those who seek knowledge will not reject it."
"Then I'll trouble you this time." Hermione didn't know what to say to him, and it sounded like she was going to die.
"Bishop Colombel has something else to do, and he will come here to meet you later."
"This is my personal matter, and it is a great honor to have your help."
"It is our belief to explore and learn knowledge. Omniscient is omnipotent. We are also happy to see someone solve this mystery. I am now screening the materials in the newspaper. It may take some time. You can go shopping in Stuttgart recently. , just pay attention to ordinary people."
"Understood, I know all this."
After explaining the purpose of the trip to the excited Yanqi and chatting for a while, Hermione left here. He also needs to select for himself the possible places where the Swan Castle will appear next time. If you disturb him, you will disturb yourself.
People in the Knowledge Church have learned a lot and have some morbid explorations into unknown knowledge. Hermione doesn't know whether she should be grateful for this or worry about them.
Walking out of the dark oak door, the thick singing voice of the choir outside came. The large group of children on the stage directly crushed the Kamari Town choir in momentum. People under the bench were quietly enjoying this moment. A middle-aged woman was conducting the singing and playing. She was wearing a conservative black robe.
Hermione didn't want to ruin the moment, so she found a seat in the bookshelf area and waited until the session was over before leaving.
There were a lot of people on the street in front of the square. The desolation brought by late autumn did not have too much impact on the place, but the leaves of the trees were a little yellow.
By the pool under the swan statue, there are many people feeding the pigeons sitting on the ground. They are not afraid of people flying directly into their hands.
'Those people in Kamari Town should like this very much. 'After walking for a while, Hermione realized that she didn't know where to go. The target has not been found, and there is no medium for divination. Do we really want to wander around here?
Across the street are single-family buildings with wide front yards, facing the church in the square. Some young people scattered here are painting with picture frames. Judging from the direction of their gestures, the main subject should be the church.
"Madam, can you stay a little longer? I want to add your silhouette to the pedestrians in front." The male student wearing the dean's coat and uniform stopped Hermione who was about to move forward.
"Are you talking about me?" Hermione turned her head and looked at him. She looked like she had just grown up, about the same height as herself, and had a delicate face.
"Yes, but it feels like you have become the focus inside again, and it is inappropriate for the theme."
"Let me take a look."
Hermione, who had nothing to do, happened to take a look at the life of the students in this place. Ruenprizi had already seen it, and there were some vague prototypes of modern times. I wonder what it would be like here?
The picture inside the frame includes the blue sky with the sun rising over the main church, some surrounding buildings and green plant belts. The pigeons in the square are surrounding the people who are feeding, with their wings tilted down close to the palms of the hands.
"It's really not suitable. There don't need to be so many pedestrians down there. You can just choose these locations." Hermione only saw the lower part. Too many people is not good, and she didn't learn it either. When it comes to art, you can only rely on your feelings.
"Forget it, I'll bother you. A personal portrait should suit you very well, but it's a pity that I can't draw people well yet."
"Come on, everyone is good at something different. Draw these first."
After saying that, she turned around and left. She didn't know how to do this, so she didn't want to stay too long. The disadvantages of these knowledge believers are that they always like to ask people to share their knowledge, thinking that the other person knows as much as he does, and they don't understand the concept of specialization in a profession.
A female student next to her approached Hermione and handed her a note with a sentence. "Hello, someone just asked me to give you this note."
After saying her greetings, she returned to the canvas and continued painting. Many passers-by also came close to review and review it, so they probably got it at this time.
Hermione came to the side and opened the note to check, "Can we meet and chat for a while? You misunderstood me."
This person seems very cautious, but he also gives you his own medium, which seems to be sincere. Then fold it into a strip of paper and place it in the palm of your hand.
"where is he?"
The slender end of the note pointed in one direction, and Hermione followed the guidance. The students behind who wanted to continue chatting with her could only sigh a few times.
"That lady would be perfect as a model for portraits, or those of female saints."
"Then you have to work very hard and strive to become a portrait master like Goethe in the future and paint the Saint Otini that is passed down to the world. When I see your works in the future, maybe the lady will agree to let you paint one."
"Then time will have changed, and maybe the lady will have aged."
"Her temperament is still there. We are both about the same age. At that time, it might be more interesting after years of precipitation."
"I still like young people, unlike you."
(End of chapter)
