Lily was a little helpless. This was the first time she met such a customer. He looked elegant and beautiful, and was the same age as herself. Could it be that someone's daughter is also going to school here, which would just be a good way to broach this embarrassing topic.
"Did you sneak out? It's too dangerous for you. Be careful of being trafficked to those sinful streets. Then you will have to stay there forever and never see the light of day."
"The people here are simple and honest, and they are all very nice to me. Besides, they can't imprison me. In exchange, I will give you a divination."
"Sure enough, luck will always favor us beautiful people. Miss, can you also do divination?"
Hermione ignored Lily who was asking questions, and the hand she held was used as a medium, and looked at the reflective white porcelain pattern tableware on the table.
"Your real name is Christina Mathilde von Palatinate Luna, right? You come from the Duke of Wittenberg's family in Marseille. Your grandmother is Princess Luna. I didn't expect that you have a noble status. I am willing to work here, very good quality.”
Hermione kept her voice low to ensure that people further away could not hear her, and they might not want to expose herself.
Lily, who heard the words in front of her, wanted to stand up as if her butt was being set on fire, but was pulled back by Hermione so that she didn't make any big noise.
"Have you been sent by your family to persuade me to go back? You must have understood it in detail. I am now an official student of the Theological School of the University of Neder, and you are late. You should first convince Bishop Yanqi of the Diocese of Stuttgart."
The universities here are all managed and educated by the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, and it is difficult for secular power to interfere. The recruitment and expulsion of students must be assessed and approved by the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, especially the opinion of the bishop of the diocese to which they belong.
For important matters, a higher-level cardinal may be required to handle them. This is the rule that Hermione saw. Whether it can be done is also a question. It depends on human beings. There are always loopholes that can be exploited.
Why were Jorah and Flagg able to be fished out and trusted before? It was because they studied at the famous Maurbronn Theological Seminary in Berglit, had their own identity records, and were considered their own people. Unless it is a betrayal of faith, it is a heinous crime that cannot be pardoned.
Most of the people Hermione came here to meet were the heads of parishes. On the contrary, she had not met the deacons who dealt with extraordinary events, so it was better not to meet them.
"You seem to disagree with the marriage your parents arranged for you, because the heir to the earl has no knowledge and skills, and his brain is not smart, which is different from the professor-level knowledge you imagined. And the look in his eyes every time he sees you It disgusts you.
"So after you got admission to the University of Neder, you left home and came here with the help of your elder brother and younger brother. You haven't gone back for a year. In fact, you really want to go back now.
Lily was a little skeptical after hearing this: "Can't you find these easily? Just tell them to stop urging me to marry a fool. I would rather stay here in the academy for the rest of my life than be with someone who can't keep up with my thinking. Spend the rest of our lives together.”
"Then you want me to tell you all the things you do secretly. For example, you go back every night to peek at the window near the 18th row on the third floor of the library...
"Stop, I believe you, stop talking. You are more accurate in divination than me, and you come here to tease me."
Lily became anxious after hearing the accurate information, and quickly stopped and complained to Hermione. She knew all these things herself. It seemed that the other party was not sent by her family, otherwise her brother and younger brother would have written to tell her.
"After all, I am a paying guest. You are providing the service. Is it wrong for me to enjoy the service?"
"There is some truth. I'm sorry, beautiful lady, I was reckless. Can I learn your divination from you?" Lily stood up and bowed to her to apologize. After sitting down, she asked about her divination method just now.
"This is a requirement. You'd better study for a few more years. The dessert is a bit sweet. It's best to give the guests a choice of sweetness next time."
After saying that, Hermione picked up her top hat and left, followed by Lily, who continued to ask her about her divination method.
"That's magic mirror divination. You have guests coming. Go and receive them."
Several students in uniforms just walked in outside the door, and Hermione took the opportunity to dismiss the doubtful Lily. She came here to find clues to join the club, not to chat with a little girl who was inexperienced in the world.
"There is obviously no mirror...
"Lily, what are you doing standing around? You're going to receive guests."
"coming."
At the call of her companions behind her, Lily looked away from the street and greeted the people who had just come in.
Hermione, who had earned a lot of head-turning attention, put on her top hat and continued walking towards the side she had not walked on. After walking some distance, someone came and stopped him.
"Miss, do you want to buy some study materials? There are some at the University of Neder and the University of Stuttgart, and some at Bern Theological Seminary."
The girl in simple clothes stopped her and recommended to her the books and papers placed high up. The stall is leaning against the outer wall of a bookstore, with a thick cloth simply pulled out to block the sun. There are also some stationery bags and white-sealed papers inside.
The girl looks older than Hermione. Her flaxen hair is tied up and tied behind her head. She is energetic and energetic. It can be seen that she is also a student.
"Sorry, I'm not a student here, I'm just visiting the university town here."
"It doesn't matter, then you can also buy some books to take back as souvenirs, such as Professor Juan's "Six Hundred Years of Ma Xi", Professor Jones' "Archaeology of the Quaternary Period", Professor Mankiw's "The Lost Southern Continent" empire"…
The girl's enthusiasm was overwhelming to Hermione, and besides, she had a pretty face, rosy and fair skin, which was good for her own aesthetics. Beautiful things were indeed a plus.
"Are you trying to earn tuition fees for yourself?"
After paying, Hermione asked the unknown stall owner. Her originally enthusiastic face froze for a moment, and then she quickly forced out a smile.
"I was earning living expenses, and for some reason I didn't continue studying."
"Sorry! I wish you a prosperous business."
After leaving here, Hermione put away the books and noticed the somewhat lonely expressions of the people behind her.
Leaving the stone-paved street, one sees fences, twining gorse vines and tree vegetation with broad canopies and open roads, or more appropriately squares.
On one side are neat buildings, on the other side there are fenced-off campuses, and tall oak trees scattered inside, with gray and black roofs exposed in the gaps. There are also many vendors selling various products in the square, and scattered students are scattered in these locations.
Walking through the section of the fence where trees and vines blocked the view, Hermione saw clearly some of the buildings inside at the somewhat quaint school gate. Some of the houses were still old-fashioned stone buildings. There was not much space for the roads, spreading like roots. Deep inside.
'These places are too big. Do you want to ask them one by one? Otherwise they will be arrested as cultists later. It's better to go back. As expected, divination without a medium is impossible. After saying that, he walked through the school gate and planned to leave.
"Beautiful lady, would you like a bouquet? It suits you especially, just like the color of your hair."
A small child came over and asked Hermione. There was a flower stall next to it, where a woman was pruning and taking care of the flowers covered by the tarpaulin. In his hand, he held a few roses simply wrapped in newspaper, along with sweet peas and some flowers from the Asteraceae family. Hermione looked at them as if they were a cross between chamomile and handballs.
"My hair is not that dark red, it's light red. Thank you for your kindness, I don't need it."
There are a lot of kids here that Hermione just met on the road, hanging boxes and selling small items. Most of them are the children of the vendors at the back, working together.
She had politely refused many sales pitches during this distance. She didn't need these things, such as belts and suspenders, which didn't seem suitable for her, yet they could still ask her if they wanted to buy them as if nothing had happened.
"Miss, you don't look like a local. Do you want to try our special snacks? You can taste them first and then decide."
Hermione, who was about to leave here, encountered the final obstacle. The little boy who reached her waist introduced her to a stall near the wall of the house. There was a couple busy there, and several people who looked like students were picking up the stall. Leave the food packed in paper bags.
"You talk more than them." Hermione followed him over. The kid seemed quite smart.
On the wooden platform where they were stored, there were fried square dough balls, which were signed with skewers. There were five in a bunch. There are also long yellow lumps, which look like thick noodles cut into small pieces, wrapped in egg liquid and fried.
Hermione watched as the man took a colander to strain out a small section of dough and then rolled it in egg wash. The stout woman wearing a greasy apron was frying the small pieces of strained dough.
"Miss, do you want to try these egg noodles and pocket stuffing?"
"I'll try this egg noodles first."
Hermione picked up a small skewer and accurately poked small pieces and ate them. The taste was crispy, but the heat was a bit explosive. She didn't dare to eat too much before.
"It's not bad. Let me try this pocket stuffing again. I'll pay you first." Hermione was worried that there would be a fight and ran away, so it was better to pay in one lump sum.
"Thank you, miss. There are vegetarian and meat fillings here, which one do you want?"
"Have each one half."
Hermione picked it up and looked at it. It was a bit like a fried dumpling, and you could see the filling inside the browned exterior. After taking a bite, it feels crispy and salty, and the dough is slightly chewy. Isn't this a dumpling disguised as a square?
She almost cried. After so long, she finally encountered food that was close to home. It's just that the taste is a bit bland, the fillings inside are not fried well, and the aroma is not coming out.
In order not to hinder the subsequent business, she held the paper bag and came to the side to taste it. The little boy continued to go outside to guide the customers. The stall owner and his wife obviously had no time to talk.
The plain stuffed ones were a bit like the old chive boxes. Hermione now hoped that those who came here would stop engaging in street stall literature. Isn't it bad for the entire hotel chain? It would be better to put out all those dishes.
"Hey, miss, do you want to come out and experience life? Do you want me to show you some wonderful places? It's very comfortable."
Three people who were obviously gangsters came here from the crowd. They were not tall, and their clothes were a little shabby and asymmetrical. They looked like they were put together. Their hair and beards were messy. It was unclear whether they were in their twenties. .
"Be careful." The companion reminded the person who spoke. They all looked at Hermione in unison. After realizing that she was taller than them, they turned back and sat on the stool next to the vendor. The hawker and his wife also frowned and looked at those people. They picked up the fried food and ate it.
Hermione bought two more portions each and packed them up before leaving. This time, she was able to find food that tasted similar to her own home, which was the biggest gain. You can learn to make it when you go back in the future. Gloor, Eliza, and Hans should like it.
"Miss, would you come to these places? It's really strange."
"I advise you not to get jealous. She is probably a student there. I still want to stay here well."
"It looks like those from the master's house. It's really nice. Ahem, cough, cough~"
The three of them coughed in unison, their bodies swayed a little and they almost fell down. The frightened vendor couple on the side quickly pushed their things away from them.
"I'm a little dizzy and I have a fever."
"Go and check with Lyman quickly. Is he suffering from fever or plague?"
The three of them took frivolous steps, crawled away from here, and disappeared into the corridor between the houses.
Hermione, who had gained something, was also on her way back to the Berent Hotel. She still had a lot of time, so she just happened to continue walking in this ancient city. Maybe she could enter the Swan Castle around the corner to complete the matter, so that they could get there quickly. Get a taste of your hometown.
On the road paved with gravel, there is a small town area near the sea in front, surrounded by scattered manors. The leisurely horses pulled the four-wheeled carriage forward, and Craig and Caroline sat in it next to each other.
"Are you the one who you said has some similar characteristics to me right there?"
"Probably, but she seems to be from the church, so you'd better not provoke her."
"I'm just taking a look. There will be no conflict. Besides, we are just here to watch the football match."
"This Maple exercise is quite good, and you will feel enthusiastic."
Craig held the hand tightly, and Carolyn, who was leaning on his shoulder, looked forward and smiled.
By the time Hermione walked around and returned to the front of the Burundt Hotel, the sky was already filled with orange, the streets seemed to be in good order, and the local food was delicious. The most important thing was that she found square fried dumplings, a local If it has special features, the hotels there should also have them.
"Ms. Austin, here."
Under the open parasol on the lawn, the deputy priest last night, Cordis, waved to her. He was wearing clerical robes and was leisurely drinking a drink or wine from a cup.
'This man looks too idle. 'Cordis gave her the feeling of a young man experiencing life, and now it was his leisurely afternoon tea time.
Logically speaking, he, the deputy priest, should be leading the singing of the gospel, baptizing newborns, or officiating at weddings. Yes, Hermione noticed the traces next to it. Someone should have held a wedding here, which seemed more reasonable.
(End of chapter)
