"Thank you for your secret intervention. This should be the fugitive who was arrested. Unfortunately, his face is completely mangled, so I can't compare who it is."
"You're welcome. This guy is such a loser. He doesn't even dare to fight with a gun. No wonder he became a fugitive."
Father Braun put away the pistol and thanked Hermione, the spectator next to him. She must have broken this man's hands just now. There was something wrong with his reply.
Although she didn’t know how she did it, intuitively there was no one else but her.
The group of stunned young people who had just come in were still watching from a distance, doing some vigilance work.
The few villagers who had not dispersed, or whose homes were nearby, were looking around with black shotguns, taking a look at the new group of people next to the deceased.
After checking that there was no problem, Braun asked the new clergy to go to the nearby villagers to get some sticks and branches to surround the place, waiting for the police to come to deal with it. They would then burn it or pull it back.
"You should be about to spit it out. There is no need to force yourself. No one will laugh at you."
Hermione patted the shoulder of Mila Gross, who was looking very bad, and asked her to go to the straw field on the roadside and bend down to vomit.
The clothes of the clergy here are more slim and convenient, and they are not like the Christian robes that I saw in the past where the whole body is covered and the face is exposed. They are mainly humane, otherwise ordinary people will be too hot to wear them on hot days.
After Father Braun explained the precautions to the villagers watching, he led everyone back to the church.
"You will also experience it in the future. It may be more dangerous than this. Remember that the Lord of knowledge will always be with you and me. Be good at using your own wisdom to solve it. Don't feel afraid."
"We understand. Thank you for your teaching, Father Braun."
The newcomers listened to Father Braun's daily life on the bench. Apart from the basic work of the clergy, most of them were mediating trivial issues among the villagers, as well as timely persuasion and providing some spiritual comfort.
Hermione was watching from the back row as they learned their first lesson in life. The daily life of a clergyman was not very interesting. On the contrary, it might be a bit boring.
Going to a troublesome village is even more tiring, and you are easily targeted and deceived by evil gods. Only those who can resist the loneliness of the soul are those with firm faith.
After a while, everyone had already dispersed, or went to clean and organize the rooms where they would stay tonight.
Hermione took out an old book with a rolled-up cover from the rotten bookshelf and read it. It contained the experiences, insights, and truths of some ascetic monks hundreds of years ago.
Part of it belongs to St. Christopher. He grew up as a child of an ordinary shoemaker. With piety towards his faith, he kept reading and pursuing knowledge, and was admitted to the seminary, the predecessor of Beglit University.
After graduation, he started out as a low-level ascetic, spreading the faith of the Lord of Knowledge among villages. Step by step, he rose from a second-class priest to a presiding priest and a bishop... and finally became a saint and entered the heaven of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom to serve Him. about.
This is the best example. It seems that the Church, the God of knowledge and wisdom, knows how to inspire people.
Another day, I can suggest that Pope Derrick can also represent some inspirational figures to inspire the lower-level clergy, which will also be beneficial.
Unexpectedly, this man who looked like an old man was actually younger than himself. No, I am not old. I will always be 18 years old. There is no need to compare myself with him.
Most of the people who followed were able to leave their names as names in churches in various places, and there were also some outstanding representatives of women, such as St. Ottini and Kamari of the town of Kamari, who could also leave a small biography here.
Hermione, who sensed the person's arrival, closed her book and looked out the door.
Two people in police uniforms and a man in civilian clothes came in together. Braun put down his broom while sweeping the floor and went to negotiate with them about the case at noon today.
"That person should be the bodyguard of the fugitive remnants of the Anhalt family! What a pity, Father, you should have kept him alive.
This will help us quickly find clues about the absconding Friedmann Anhalt and his brother Ott Anhalt, both of whom are carrying very dangerous items. "
The man in casual clothes spoke with regret.
"There is no way. Who asked this guy to run and kidnap the child? The angry villagers don't care about this."
"He deserves it, so he has to let the dead speak. Father Braun can borrow the room here."
"Okay, please come with me."
The two policemen turned around and walked out to deal with the scene.
The man in civilian clothes followed Father Braun to the back, probably preparing to channel the deceased to inquire about the deceased. It had not been long now, and there was still a lot of information.
Hermione, who was on the sidelines, was also here in a very simple disguise, so that until now they had not noticed that there was someone sitting on the bench.
Taking out a small mirror, Hermione also planned to see what this Anhalt was. There was never too much information.
Some illusory and pale spirit appeared in the mirror, and next to it stood the man in civilian clothes. Father Braun was not with him.
"Why did you come to the village to hold the villagers hostage? This will not help you."
"Of course I know that we want to exchange the priest as a hostage so that he can be useful."
“Where are Friedmann Anhalt and Ot Anhalt?”
"I don't know. After they assigned me the task, they dispersed and said they would come to me automatically after I succeeded."
"Where did they disappear?"
"Garcia Town and Fenebaud."
"Is Edward Anhalt real?"
"Master, he, he..., I don't remember."
The spirit body then collapsed and dissipated, the result of forced intervention by external forces. The man in plain clothes seemed to have expected it and sighed. No wonder he was so sorry after hearing that there were no survivors.
Anhalt must be one of the masterminds behind what happened last night. He seems to have a pretty big background.
Last night, the Lyman family and the Walter family almost got into a fight because of this kind of youth idol drama. Fortunately, the two old men were human beings. The thing had already happened. As long as it had good results, it didn't matter what the process was like.
'And the town of Garcia, what a coincidence. '
I hope that the church personnel who dealt with the problem at the front will deal with them and don't bring any bad things to Garcia Town to hinder themselves.
Hermione put away the mirror and continued to read on the bench as an outsider.
The civilians inside came out together with Father Braun, said a few words of caution and then left.
The new priest at the back opened the door and walked out. They had just tidied up inside, and were also curious about this man in civilian clothes. They thought it was related to the case of the deceased just now.
In the afternoon, some villagers came to Father Braun to teach and preach. Most of them were about neighborhood disputes and conflicts between husband and wife.
Bored Hermione stayed here until dark. She might as well walk all the way and kill the cultists herself when she saw them.
Riding a flaming chariot and running over them, no one dares to block the way.
When there were only a few wisps of orange on the western horizon, Father Braun was preparing to leave the church with a group of new priests, and then he noticed Hermione on the bench.
"Do you want to come with us? The villagers are holding a bonfire party on the Wheat Straw World, saying that you are welcome to come, and there will also be a ceremony for little Fred to be rescued today."
I need to find a reason to have a party, and it seems appropriate.
Hermione directly agreed to come down and go together. She had always liked the folk customs and habits of various places in the past, so how could she miss it now.
In a harvested wheat field, people simply set up tables and stools with wheat straws.
There is a pile of firewood in the middle, which has been lit. The meat on skewers is inserted diagonally on the ground and grilled around the fire.
The villagers came here carrying large barrels of wine and placed them next to the table made of wheat straw. The children gathered around the bonfire and watched the sizzling meat roasting on it.
Hermione followed the new priests to sit down on a bench made of wheat straw. It was soft and not dented much, and seemed to have been compacted.
The women brought some side dishes here, apples cut into pieces, some raisins, a simple vegetable salad, cheese, and rye bread to go with it.
Some young men and women were already communicating at the straw tables on both sides. Only Hermione and the new priest were sitting here, which was more disciplined and quiet, just like the audience watching a stage performance.
"You don't have to be so reserved. The villagers are very friendly. You can go and play if you want."
Father Braun gave everyone a few words of advice, and then started walking around with the coachman who had already arrived here.
But the people on the seats obviously didn't have enough space to relax and simply ate something. It wasn't until some villagers came to invite him that he stood up and joined their chat.
"Mira, have you ever learned these campfire dances?"
"I have learned some social dances in school. The cost of a court dance teacher is too high, and our family cannot afford it."
"You can dance however you want. It's simple. There aren't so many rules outside."
Hermione seemed to be telling herself that the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom would give these new clergy another chance.
If the internship period is over and you can pass the assessment and become a second-class priest, the lowest level, you can choose to serve God for life, or you can return to social life.
Perhaps this is also to avoid a large loss of population and excessive bloated church institutions. After all, there are not many people in small countries.
Hermione pulled her up and took her to the front for a walk. This way, she might not be able to do anything in the church below, and it would be easy to get into trouble when meeting those ungrateful people.
Several other people sitting there were also curious and surprised about Hermione, and they also gathered here to watch the fire in front of them.
The young people who met each other's eyes were already dancing around, and the children were eating barbecue around. In the morning, I saw that little Fred was also burning his rabbit legs on the fire.
The surrounding villagers held hands and began to swing in circles around the bonfire, singing local folk songs and hymns to the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, thanking Him for the harvest and joy.
It would be more appropriate to replace it with the Earth Mother. After Hermione heard the general meaning of those lyrics, it was really interesting that the decisions from the top were implemented down below.
She grabbed Mira's hand and the hand of another villager woman who looked to be in her forties and started dancing towards the bonfire.
The children were also dancing and singing in front, and little Frey had to hold up something dark to join the procession.
Mira's hands were soft and delicate, while the women's hands had a lot of lumps rubbing against them, and they on both sides also got into the mood with the atmosphere.
Hermione, who followed, felt that staying here tonight seemed interesting. As a human being, she could at least know why she was living.
Although clergy are allowed to drink alcohol, they are not allowed to get drunk. Under this regulation, the villagers did not force the family to leave, but just came to chat.
However, due to the gap in knowledge, most of them didn’t know what they were talking about, so they just chatted. It would be nice if my own children could also go to seminary for further studies.
Since she also had the identity of a suspected clergyman, the villagers of the right age did not come to her. Most of them said hello, praised her beauty, and looked at her a few times.
Around that time, she went back to the church with the new priests, and the villagers started their banquet.
When they got up in the morning, everyone said goodbye to Father Braun of the church and left in a carriage.
Last night, Hermione experienced the legendary big bed room, where several people can live side by side. There is no need to pay so much attention to the tight space.
On the road, you can sometimes see a small empty patch of dirt and sand, there are a few gaps in the dense forest, and there are also irregular bare patches on the lawn.
It's just that the glass car window next to it is a bit small, and Hermione can't see much with her normal sight. This should be the trouble Yan Qi was talking about. Could it be that the church was fighting with those evil god believers here yesterday?
"I thought I saw a few trees turning purple and black quickly."
Erich Becker, who was traveling with him, sat next to the door of the car and had a wider field of view outside and for a longer period of time.
Others who heard this also came over to take a look. A few trees did turn a darker color, which shouldn't be the case even in late autumn.
Hermione used the reflection of the glass to project the picture in front of her. The trunks of the trees had some dust blown off by the wind. They looked like they had been dead for a long time, and their entire bodies were purple-black.
It was extraordinary power that affected their natural laws. Originally, the tree could live for hundreds of years, but its life passed in an instant, returning to death and decay.
She thought of the irregular areas she had dealt with on the beach before, but the acceleration there was much stronger than here, directly depriving the objects and people of time before they dissipated quickly.
The Anhalt family also came here. Could it be them?
It's not very likely, at least it's not possible for those who are mainly active in the open, otherwise the church won't be able to see their abnormalities. It should be the forces behind them that support them and provide them with security.
The carriage continued to move forward, and there were still small areas of withered purple and black on both sides of the road from time to time. Some people could be seen surrounding the areas and putting up signboards.
The underground road began to become muddy, and the carriage began to bump a little.
When everyone was drowsy, two horses hooted, the coachman stopped the car, and a loud voice came from the front.
"There is an operation going on up front, please stop here for a moment."
(End of chapter)
