Hermione followed Father Brandt across the square and walked along the road along the river. The trees on both sides used their yellowish leaves to block the orange sunset. There were old and simple stone bridges at intervals in the middle, which made the scenery more beautiful. Hermione felt like she was living in a small bridge.
There is a small lake below the river flow, which should be the destination of this trip.
On both sides, there were some people returning home after resting in the square in front of the church, mostly women and children.
A family who originally planned to walk across the stone bridge also stopped there waiting for the two of them to come forward.
A woman wearing a pink dress and a flat hat with flowers was already waiting to speak.
She was followed by a servant, a girl who was shorter than her, and a boy who was wearing a yellow bubble skirt that only reached waist high and was wearing a tie suit. He grabbed the woman's hand and looked at her curiously.
"Father Brandt, we would like to invite you to dinner tonight to thank you for your enlightenment."
"Okay, I will arrive on time. Thank you for the invitation, Lady Catherine."
After saying that, the woman looked at Hermione a few more times, then bowed and left. Several people around her also looked at her a few more times.
"She was Catherine Ernst, the wife of Garcia Town Administrator Carl Ernst, and those two were her children."
"thanks for your introduction."
Hermione, who didn't know how to answer, said this directly. She came here just for Swan Castle, and no one else could do anything about it.
Father Brandt introduced her to the town residents she met along the way. He seemed to have a very good relationship with them, unlike his silent temperament.
The river merged into the lake, and Hermione saw the hut in the forest on the side without houses. Two policemen sat outside looking at the scenery boredly. Seeing Father Brandt coming, he quickly stood up and paid tribute.
After saying hello, the two came to the wooden house near the lake, where the sound of sawing and friction could be heard.
Hermione turned to the front of the door and saw a man with a beard and hair as disheveled as a chicken coop. He was tinkering with a few logs and a hand saw.
The brown coat on his body was old and dirty, and his loose pants also had many cracks. You could see a pair of blackened white silk pants inside, and the uppers of his boots were wrapped with a few rags.
"Some vain Brandt, what do you want to ask this time? I am building a boat and I still lack some tools."
"You can ask the police guarding you for it and they will provide it to you if it makes sense."
"I asked those two hypocritical guys and they ignored me."
Edmund Winter pulled out a bunch of vines from the wooden house, threw the hand saw aside, and sat down to weave the rope, his eyes never leaving there.
"As long as you are still in the secular world, these desires are inevitable, but even if you tell me, you will still be like this."
"Do you think this ship can swim in the sea of clouds? Can it cross the world and reach its destination? I think it still needs something, such as a sail. In that case, we have to make a main pole. Which spruce is better? It’s too small here.”
After Edmund Winter finished speaking, he put down the knotted vines in his hands and picked up the hand saw to cut up the waist-high weeds on the shore. Some of the long, yellow and slender weeds quickly piled up into a small pile.
"Hey, you also saw that he is like this. I don't want to talk to him about the Lord of knowledge and wisdom, because I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself and shoot him to death." Brandt was a little helpless.
"I understand, let me do it."
Hermione had been looking here for a while like air, and that Edmund Winter seemed to have forgotten her.
This was one of the few moments in Hermione's life that she couldn't turn around. If only everyone were like him, those witches wouldn't be able to seduce people.
"Are you going to weave a rope from grass, hang it on a hook, and crawl over to your destination?"
"No, I want to hook into the clouds. There is the eternity I pursue."
After receiving the reply, Hermione went back to watch him and ran to the lake to fish for something. Edmund Winter seemed to have nothing on his body, and his spirit body was darker in color. Could it be that he was hiding?
A lump of mud was thrown directly at Hermione's face. It quickly condensed into ice cubes and fell to the ground. Father Brandt avoided it as expected and looked at Ed who returned to the door of the cabin and was talking to himself. Mond.
"Where did it go? I was holding it in my hand just now. Is it lost?"
"Here, give it back to you."
Hermione manipulated the spider silk and threw the piece of sludge ice back in front of him. Edmund picked it up and ate it nonchalantly. He flipped through the non-existent book with his other hand, like a sleepless student. Same.
"Aren't you going to say something? Like thank you or something."
"Is there another one? Those people will probably be very happy when they go to bed at night, because they have another person to sleep with in their dreams. You are simply the rancid sludge and the deepest sin in people's hearts."
Edmund looked up disdainfully at Hermione who asked her, and stood up, as if he was scolding a priest who betrayed his followers.
"It seems you haven't realized your sin yet." He looked at Hermione for a while before suddenly retreating and falling to the ground in horror.
"Please forgive me, I actually tried to negotiate a deal with the devil. No matter how beautiful the appearance is, it can't cover up the ugliness and filth under the skin. The alluring fragrance is simply stinky, like the filthy odor accumulated in the sewer. I can't Imagining that my eyes, breath, ears, and chest are all filled with these things, I feel like my soul is already decaying."
Looking at Edmund Winter who kept confessing to himself, if it weren't for his usefulness, Hermione would have wanted to shoot him to death. Everyone is drunk and you are alone, right?
"Please forgive everyone here! None of them are sinless, and no one needs forgiveness. Whether it is flowers, plants, trees, birds, animals, insects, unborn children, or people who breathe stinky odors, they all need forgiveness. .”
Edmund opened his hands in a hugging gesture and closed his eyes, as if he were an angel descending to the world.
Then he was kicked out by Hermione, the angel walking on earth in front of him, and fainted on the ground, with a hint of intoxication on his expression.
"Things raised by demons, insane."
"It's great that you have endured this for so long. If there were a few ordinary people here, they would probably be blaming each other."
"He must have been affected by something. That's why he is like this. He can't see clearly, so he can only give a general idea in vague terms. Is it possible that you are going to the banquet tonight because of these nonsense?"
Father Brandt was a little helpless, "You should understand that these are the unspoken rules of couples. It is important to maintain a good relationship on the surface. This person comes here and tells people that they have devils in their hearts. It is not easy to survive until now." .”
"Let me do some divination."
Father Brandt watched as Hermione took out a translucent ice mirror from nowhere and came to the fallen Edmund Winter. The finely carved ice mirror was suspended above him, inside The screen starts to appear.
The first half of his life was normal. He lived in a local Aboriginal family in Stuttgart. He had parents, younger brothers and sisters at home. He grew up safely and went to the seminary to study.
After that, the picture started to blur, and it looked like this when it came out again. I was walking crazy on an unknown road, and came here in constant toss and turns.
"It's a pity that he was able to get into East Poole Theological Seminary. Although it is worse than those two universities, he is still a talent. We must always maintain faith and awe," Father Brandt, who was also watching, kept lamenting. .
He couldn't help but feel desolate for the family who had lost their child. The person who had placed high hopes became something that would never return.
Hermione wrote down the address and name of the family. She needed to investigate if necessary. The premise was that Swan Castle really came to pick up Edmund and she failed to enter.
After her careful inspection, there seemed to be faint traces of color in the center of Edmond's head, only tiny dots.
When I tried to replace it in the mirror, I found that there was no response, not even a normal reflection. No wonder it just shows everything is fine.
"Can I enter the Castle of Neuschwanstein through him?"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sound of shattering mirrors, which shocked the audience, Father Brandt. Then it becomes whole again.
"Is he the one who entered Swan Castle?"
The mirror shattered again and Hermione gave up on the idea. Father Brandt heard that word twice, and it seemed that the legend was beginning to be unearthed.
He suppressed the doubts in his heart and kept his manner here. As an old man in the church, he knew that there were some things he should ask and some things he should not ask.
After divining the traces without any results, Hermione felt helpless and came to the wooden house and patted the wooden wall, leaving a small reflective mirror on it that was not easy to notice.
When the time comes, you can rush over directly. Divination is really useless for this kind of thing, except for the special ones above.
"Let's go back. I'll check back tomorrow. It seems we can't communicate today."
"Then I'll go to the banquet, and this person will be your responsibility, deacon."
At the edge of the Stuttgart School District area, several people hidden in the backlight opened the shadow on the wall, and out came a human who looked as dry as a mummy.
The flesh and blood on his body had long since lost its activity, as if it had been dried for many years. Dark, curly hair grows on a scalp that is prone to falling out.
He was wearing a purple-black tattered robe, holding a simple square box respectfully in his hands, with a key inserted in the keyhole that had not yet been turned.
"Let Anhalt return to his hometown. At least let him fulfill his wish to destroy the Cordis family."
"The lackeys of the Church of False God are still chasing our messengers outside. I hope this will allow some of our braves to escape."
A bandaged corpse continued to emerge from the bottomless shadow. The wall against the shadow continued to age. The originally bright wall quickly faded and powder continued to fall.
One of them took the box and carefully asked the other person to open it.
People passing by wanted to shout when they saw this scene, but found no response. They wiped their hands on their necks and found a pile of dry powder on them, and finally the whole person dissipated on the ground.
The rotten and decayed atmosphere inside the box flowed out and poured into the corpse facing it.
It seems to exist in an endless purple-black desert, majestic and vast, and extremely profound and vast. It is bleak and lifeless, as if it has reached the end.
The huge eyeball in the dim sky kept turning left and right. It seemed to be embedded in the darkness, and from time to time a small eyeball would split off and float around.
One of them struggled to penetrate the desolate scenery and came to the outside of the box, where it burrowed into the corpse on the ground in a mutilated form.
"Hurry up and let's leave quickly, otherwise the old guy won't be able to escape when he comes."
The other two people who heard the words closed the box with difficulty, put it back into the dry palms, and then disappeared into the gap opened by the shadow. The wall also turned into powder and dissipated, revealing the structure of the room inside.
The residents and owners of the room happened to be watching the strange changes and noticed the bandaged corpse on the ground that was constantly stirring.
Their instincts told them to run quickly, but when they looked at their hands, they found that they had dissipated into dust. The area with the bandaged corpse had turned into a purple-black desert.
During the night, Hermione was sitting at the table on the grass behind. I heard that a deacon and newcomers were coming, and everyone thought it would be better to hold a meeting and exchange meeting in the evening.
It's a pity that Father Brandt has to mediate family conflicts, but even if he is here, he doesn't say much.
Helen and Hermione sat on one side, and the acolyte Anna Gold and the trainee acolyte Apfel were opposite. Luc Kurtz said he wanted to show off his skills and specially brought barbecue tools from home. , cook dinner for everyone.
In the Garcia Church, Father Brandt and deacon Luc Kurtz are both locals, while Anna Gold and Adam Apfel are outsiders.
Kurtz was busy baking and no one had time to talk for the time being. Anna Gold across from him was sitting upright, waiting quietly.
Apfel looked at Kurtz's work shyly, as if looking at Anna Gold's profile.
Helen next to her might not be that familiar to everyone. She rolled her eyes left and right, observing possible topics that might arise. After all, she and Hermione didn't talk much on the way, and the number of them together was not as much as Mira's.
"Why are you looking at me? I know I'm very popular. Eat quickly."
Kurtz put the finished mutton on the table. Feeling everyone's eyes on him, he quickly joked.
"Eat quickly, it will harden when it's cold. Kurtz is right." Hermione doesn't care as much as everyone else. She is a member of the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, so there is nothing to be polite about.
"Then you're welcome. Thank you for your hospitality, Archdeacon Kurtz."
Helen also started to eat. Anna and Apfel, who were opposite, were humiliating each other and took a long time to eat.
After a sip of light and sweet wine, Hermione leaned back in her chair and sighed a little more. She didn't even know what her plans were for these wandering days. She said she wanted to go back, but now she couldn't go back in circles.
That's not right. When the Four Emperors came together, my family had not yet moved to Trier. That would all end later.
At that time, I was also expelled by the original witch who had suffered a lot. She didn't stay long, so forget it.
"The moonlight is so beautiful." She said without reason.
