Hermione returned to the Berent Hotel and completed the cancellation procedures, collected her gifts and prepared to leave for Garcia Town.
I didn't see Cordis today. It seems that he really accepted the price offered by the two big scammers last night. I hope he can calm down the conflicts that are about to break out. And Uncle Vos, making money from both ends is in line with his status.
This is fine, at least you will get a wife and many opportunities to move forward. Danger and opportunities coexist. If you survive and hold on, the sea and the sky will be brighter.
Yanqi also asked her assistant Bill to arrange a carriage for her to go to the church in Garcia Town. She really cried to death and refused to give herself a place alone. She did not treat herself as an outsider at all.
Hermione then set out on the road in a large carriage with a group of novice monks and nuns, all of whom were going to various parts of Garcia Town to start their devotional careers.
The carriage is spacious and the seats are okay, but you have to face a bunch of strangers, which may not be very friendly to society.
When setting off, Yanqi hinted to himself that he would help deal with the problems on the road. Since he had worked so hard to help him guess the location, it didn't matter if he helped. All transactions were on an equal footing, and a few extra points would be added to express friendship.
If it's too difficult, I can only run away with this car of people. The sequence was too high, and the danger brought by the aggregation instinct was also high. Hermione was a little surprised that she hadn't seen the hunter and witch that happened to appear during this period.
It stands to reason that with his walking characteristics, he should be able to attract a lot of people.
And Tatiana, she should have asked people in the organization to pay attention to the situation around the sea area. Why did she say that it took so long to find it? I didn’t see anyone sent by her. Are they doing bad things elsewhere?
Let’s first tell the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom here. It would be better to give Tatiana's portrait to the church and ask them to be careful about the lovers of high-ranking officials. It should also be accompanied by a description of the young, middle-aged and old stages, so as to prevent her from using the abilities she gained from ageing to disguise herself. Inertial thinking is very easy to be exploited.
The imprint of the paper filled with knowledge that St. Christopher left for her was still usable, and she could contact him through it. So Hermione closed her eyes and looked at the imprint and told him about Tatiana, so that the church could be more vigilant to avoid being He caused innocent people to be harmed.
As for the crystal sealed object with the aura of the original witch, after Hermione reconnected with the Fool, it rarely interfered with her and was wrapped in a seal.
'Let's see if there is anything interesting to see in Swan Castle. Let the original witch and I enjoy it together. 'That brand happens to be His will, and the whole thing is Him. Feel the pain with yourself.
In the eyes of her peers, Hermione was leaning back in her chair, closing her eyes and resting. The black veil hanging down from the top hat covered the upper part of the face. The monks and nuns took a few more curious glances. They couldn't move away from the youthful face under the thin veil.
After regaining consciousness, Hermione opened her eyes, and the monks and nuns around her also turned back and bowed their heads to pray, repenting for their rudeness.
'There's nothing you can do about natural beauty! ' Hermione sighed a few words and continued to maintain a cold attitude. No, it should be said that she was always like this, but she became friendly because of this accident.
The carriage drove for a long time and then stopped. The coachman told everyone that the road was being built ahead and they had to spend the night in a village on the roadside. The monks and nuns could go directly to the church to rest.
Hermione, who had excellent eyesight, looked towards the distance of the road. At least the roads were good in her sight, but there was a sign on the roadside asking everyone to rest for a night before going there. The signature below was jointly signed by the church and the official.
'Is this the trouble Yanqi was talking about? 'Since he is only letting himself take care of this group of trainee clergy, it is better to stay with them. I believe that the Church of Knowledge can handle these troubles, and never underestimate the strength behind these ancient organizations.
The driver drove the carriage into the village where the road was at right angles to the sign. The road sign indicated that this place was called Moore. The surrounding farmhouses were distributed along the road leading to the mountains and forests in front. Behind them were large fields of harvested wheat, piled and bundled. of wheat straw.
The village is not big, because it happens to be downhill, so Hermione can see it all at a glance. There are also some scattered houses in the distance, mostly along the extending road. There was a small steeple church in the middle. She was worried that there were too many people here and there wouldn't be enough room to stay there.
The villagers on the roadside pulled the carriage back carrying the picked wine grapes. Some children were curious and followed this large carriage, which was very clean to them, to the small church. The coachman skillfully stopped in the limited space in the walled courtyard, then asked everyone to get off, and freed the horses to rest.
The children either walked in and leaned against the wall, or lay down or sat on the wall and looked at this group of young monks and nuns wearing clergy clothes. Hermione noticed that there was a child with a beaten rabbit hanging around his neck. Is this Grandma Liu who entered the Grand View Garden? Don't just sit around and watch.
A tall old man with some gray hair came out to greet the new group of people and waved everyone in. Hermione was not wearing clergy clothes like the others, so she was looked at twice and waved in together.
"Hello, my name is Anneke Braun, and I am the priest in charge of the church here. You look very special." Finally, the tall old man took the initiative to ask Hermione. His back was already rickety, but he still looked 1.84 meters tall, strong body.
"I was arranged to do something by Bishop Louis Chris Yantsch. My name is Marple Austin."
"So that's it, then you will have to suffer in the room behind the church tonight. The space is limited." Braun looked like he had realized something and prayed a few words to the miniature version of the Holy Emblem of Knowledge in front of him.
"Is there a hotel here?"
"I'm sorry, there is only a simple bar here. For you urban students who have lived for a long time, it can't even be considered a bar. However, the church has some wine and beer donated by the villagers. If you don't mind, you can try it."
"It's okay, just make do with it for one night."
The group of monks and nuns in front were already standing and praying to the Holy Emblem of Knowledge. Hermione nodded calmly to deal with Father Braun next to her.
People here cannot live without alcohol for a day, and church members are also allowed to drink alcohol, but they cannot get drunk. Therefore, Hermione was not too surprised that some villagers would give alcoholic beverages to the church. These home-brew beers, wines and some flavored drinks were similar.
After everyone finished praying, they followed Father Braun to the back room for lunch. Yes, it was lunch, and Hermione was also sitting on the seat that was simply put together. They set off in the morning and ended up stopping here at noon. Everyone knew more or less about some of the problems.
On top is simple whole-grain bread with some jam, a few thinly sliced sausages, a few slices of greens, and a bowl of bean soup. Two large barrels of wine and beer are placed aside. You can take whatever you like.
A simple and unpretentious life. Everyone sat at two tables and started eating. The coachman also took the initiative to sit next to Braun and started drinking beer with him.
Next to Hermione was a somewhat reserved nun, and on the other side was an open space. She chose the edge position. Some of these people eat naturally, and some of them eat calmly and slowly.
They choose to become church clergy after graduating from seminary or university, pursuing their faith. Here, there is no distinction between high and low in origin. Everyone is a believer who serves God and is equal.
After a simple meal, Hermione filled a glass of wine. A lady should drink something suitable for her status. After it went into her throat, the taste was indeed very light, with some grape fragrance and sweetness, which was really good as a drink. It's better if chilled.
"Don't be too polite, we are all our own people here."
After finishing a glass of wine, Hermione saw that the nun next to her was still eating the torn bread elegantly. It took a long time to chew, but she didn't eat much. Remind her not to push herself too hard.
"I'm usually like this. You misunderstood." She spoke quietly and maintained her own speed.
"Sorry, go ahead, would you like a glass of wine?"
"okay, thank you."
Hermione poured a glass for her and another for herself. The person in front of me didn't seem to be able to let go. Maybe the church's rules were still in effect. Look at Braun and the coachman having a good time drinking together.
After finishing the drink, Hermione excused herself and went back to sit down at the bench table in front. As the saying goes, the great hermit hides in the city, but who would have thought that he would be hiding in there with a group of ordinary people. The children outside have already left and gone back, probably because they were called back for lunch by their parents.
Not long after, the group of monks and nuns also came out and sat on the benches to rest. The nun who had been sitting next to Hermione also asked her name.
"Call me Austin, I'm a passerby."
"My name is Mila Gross. I graduated from the seminary of the University of Stuttgart. Nice to meet you."
"No wonder it's so elegant. I graduated from the School of Liberal Arts of Garrytown University and have admired her for a long time." Hermione also became serious and answered the courageous person.
"This is the first time I have heard of this school. Where is Garytown University? Austin, you are from the School of Liberal Arts. Aren't you good at writing? Are you a writer?"
"In the primary school over there in Intis, there's nothing worth talking about. I'm not a writer now, I'm just an errand boy and a tutor."
"You don't look like a local. It's quite far away from here, across Fenneport and Lundberg. The tutor is also quite good. I also worked part-time for a while."
"Yes! Good days are always short!"
In the subsequent conversation, Hermione learned the names of the other women traveling with her. The other two women were Helen Zmelman and Ilona Schubert. The three men are David Koch, Erich Becker, and Thomas Hofmann.
Both the surnames and first names are very common in the local area. As a new clergyman who has joined the work, there is also a sense of youthfulness. Hermione also occasionally spoke to them, keeping a certain distance so as not to hurt others.
"Father Braun, it's not good! Fred's son was kidnapped by gangsters, and he asked you by name to do a hostage exchange."
A middle-aged man wearing gray and white clothes with patches of solid purple ran into the church and shouted loudly, asking the new clergyman sitting on the bench where Braun was. I almost tripped over the legs of the chair.
Behind the door, the tall Braun appeared there, his face a little red, and he quickly asked the middle-aged man to lead the way, followed by the new clergyman, the coachman and Hermione who was behind him.
"Dudden, don't be anxious, calm down." Braun advised the middle-aged man who was walking quickly to calm down.
"Father Braun, that man had a gun and he wounded Tony's hand."
"Why didn't you hear the gunfire?"
"He hit it with his hands."
Walking past the villagers' houses outside, the group noticed some people gathered at the end of the road into the mountain. They were holding shotguns or steel forks and were wary of the people in the middle of the road who were pointing pistols at children's heads.
The boy, about 10 years old, had red eyes, sobbing softly, and clutching the arm around his neck. The man was short, had a fierce face, and his clothes were somewhat ragged. He looked like a fugitive.
When the villagers saw Father Braun coming, they all told him to stop moving forward, while hurling obscenities at the vicious man.
The child's father, Fred, stood behind the wall and watched with a shotgun aimed at the man's head. Father Braun nodded to him and signaled to hand it over to him.
After Duden brought people here, he hurriedly hid behind the wall, calling for the clergy to come and take shelter. Everyone was so nervous about the situation ahead that they didn't notice that Father Braun stepped forward directly.
"I'm here, please let go of little Fred."
"Come here quickly, or I'll let you see this kid's brain." The man held the kid in front to avoid possible shooting angles.
"You're such a loser. You actually kidnap a child when you have a gun. Is this your countermeasure?"
After the indifferent female voice finished speaking, the vicious man's hands hung down limply, and the pistol fell to the ground. The child who was shackled felt the restraint disappear, and quickly rolled away and ran away. Father Braun stepped forward to catch him and hug him. return.
Shotgun blasts rang out continuously, and the man's face disappeared here, leaving a vague depression, and red and white liquid continued to remain where he fell. The villagers who followed the gunshots came up with steel forks to deal with it.
I thought I could survive the torture, but I didn't expect these villagers to be so decisive. Hermione applauded Father Braun who was holding little Fred for his principle of doing good deeds without leaving a name. Wasn't that kid the one who hung the rabbit just now? Is this guy trying to grab the rabbit?
"Okay, everyone, stop for a moment. He is already dead. Let the police handle the rest."
Braun asked the villagers to go back to their own business, and everyone bowed to him and left. The corpse on the ground was covered in blood and flesh, like a puddle of minced flesh.
"Thank you, Father Braun, and thank the Lord of knowledge for bringing you here, and for protecting us with you."
"Eternal knowledge will always protect us."
The rugged-looking Fred, who was half a head shorter than Father Braun, pulled his son who had recovered his senses to bow to him, and Father Braun paid him the same respect. Then Fred pulled the two of them and thanked the clergymen behind them one by one. Several people who were still immersed in the bloody scene quickly responded and praised the knowledge.
(End of chapter)
