After sending the question message, Hermione returned to the umbrella in the backyard of the church, where the rattan seats and tables were perfect for thinking alone.
Closing your eyes, you can see Edmund Winter, who is still unconscious, through the fragments of the mirror left behind. He had rolled into the pile of straw and got mixed up.
She didn't know whether to feel sad for him or for his family.
Being reduced to such a state of madness and losing the most basic rational thinking as a human being is very similar to those walking zombies who have lost control but are not as serious. They can only utter instinctive words influenced by the path.
The sound of the door opening sounded, and Hermione opened her eyes and looked at Alyssa, who was wearing a gray nightdress and standing at the door. The scars on her face had recovered after her own treatment, and her condition was getting better.
The small face, slightly rounded at the top and pointed at the bottom, looked at Hermione sitting in the courtyard with a hint of confusion.
Just as she was about to pull up her nightgown to wipe her eyes, Hermione climbed over the guardrail to the door, took her back and closed the door.
It's not a good idea to come out like this. It would be bad to desecrate the church. As expected, the psychological trauma suffered is too great. Being violently raped by that kind of guy must have psychological shadow.
"Get dressed first, and you should pay attention to your image at all times." She took the somewhat numb Alyssa to tidy up, and hoped that her parents would arrive soon.
At this time, Mrs. Renner stepped out of the carriage and came to the outside of a smelly livestock farm. Dressed in gorgeous clothes, she was out of place here. The servant asked the farm people to bring straws and help her lay a road through the mud to a simple wooden house in front. Otherwise, the dark and muddy mud below would give her nowhere to step.
She didn't know why she fell asleep last night, maybe she was too tired. When she woke up this morning, she was the only one in bed. She thought he had gone out early in the morning, until someone came to inform her that her husband was in front.
Another servant came on horseback on the road behind and hurried to her side. "Ma'am, the greenhouse garden area has disappeared. As of this morning, there was only a flat piece of dirt left there."
"Go and explain to Administrator Ernst first. Even if the thief steals the soil together, he can't run that fast."
Mrs. Lane also became confused. Could it be that the town residents dug up the garden that she and Catherine built together? I can't care about so much now. The most important thing is to go inside and see my husband first.
The servant who had received the order rode away again, and Mrs. Wren entered the inner place with her maid and footman. The smell of animal excrement here is not strong, it is very light, completely different from the smell outside, and there is still a faint fragrance.
She saw an unforgettable scene at the source. She no longer worried about whether it was dirty or not, and vomited while holding on to the rough log guardrail.
The maids and male servants beside him also had confused expressions. Only the two men on the farm who were leading the way didn't care, holding a pitchfork and a shovel and looking at it in amusement.
Ren was lying on a pig, with two sheep lying half-crouched beside him. The pig's limbs were also spread out, its breath was a little weak, its whole head lay on the ground, and its eyes kept moving. The lamb also bleated a few times and walked hard on its hind legs a few times.
They were all stained with a lot of dirt, especially the pile of red and black marks on Ren's body. He was still sleeping soundly behind the pig without being affected at all.
Mrs. Lane vomited up the breakfast she had eaten, wiped her mouth with a handkerchief, raised her head and saw the side view again, then helped her to the side and retched her throat, while the maid who held her hand kept helping her to smoothen her breath.
There was already a row of people standing near the feeding stall to watch the fun. They were farmers wearing rough clothes. They didn't make a sound, they just looked at it with mocking eyes while holding farm tools.
Mrs. Lane had never felt so embarrassed as she did now. After wiping it clean with her handkerchief, she threw it on the pile of wheat straw aside. With a look of discomfort and disgust, she moved her head away from the screen to order the valet and the people on the farm.
"Clean the master and take him back. Remember to clean them, especially those areas."
"Let's go to the greenhouse garden. No, let's go back first, take a shower and change clothes before we go." Mrs. Lane, who quickly went outside, ordered the maid and walked directly onto the waiting carriage.
"Madam, do you need to call the police on this?" the maid's weak voice sounded.
"This is embarrassing enough. Go back and ask someone to call the police. Anyway, everyone will see it and become a joke, and I am the pig." Mrs. Lane, who was sitting in the carriage, sighed against the back of the chair. Put your hands together and pray.
"Lord of knowledge and wisdom, I hope he can restrain himself from this time. Please forgive him for his previous sins."
She understood that someone was taking revenge on him, and it was not easy to save his life. She hoped that he would be able to return from his lost ways in the future.
As soon as I thought about that scene, I felt sick in my heart. I'm afraid it will happen again in the future! She helped the maid to vomit.
Behind the Garcia Church, Hermione asked Alyssa to wash and comb herself, helped her put on her usual brown and white dress, and braided her hair on her head.
In the past, others served me, but now I have to take care of everyone. It’s another reincarnation.
After making it, he took her to the church kitchen to eat something. Leya, the cook hired by the church, also added a layer of butter and cheese to her bread.
"Eat slowly here. Your parents will be here soon. Don't worry too much."
"Is that true last night? Sister, I seemed to have beaten the master with you inside."
"Shh." Hermione leaned close to her ear, "Don't tell anyone. Just treat it as a dream. This has passed."
Naturally, Hermione was not afraid of the retaliation of these people. If he dared to insult her, he would be sent on his way immediately. The church had no objection when they saw it. But Alyssa was different. Those people who wanted to punish her had many reasons and methods, and they did not need to take action themselves. It can be protected for a while, but it cannot be protected for a lifetime.
"Thank you for the dream."
"Stop crying and hurry up and have breakfast."
Hermione took out a handkerchief to help Alyssa wipe away her tears. Alyssa also put down the knife and fork in her hand, hugged Hermione and cried. She continued to comfort Alyssa by touching her hair and back.
Mrs. Leia, the kitchen manager who was chopping cabbage, also nodded approvingly at Hermione, knowing how to comfort the unfortunate girl.
Her husband, Uncle Reuben, came in with a big bag of food for today, with a playful smile on his face that seemed to have been held in for a long time.
"Leya, do you know? That Mr. Ren went to the sheep pen to spend the night with the pigs, and they were still sleeping together when he found them. The Lord of knowledge! Finally punished him with wisdom, those two poor pigs The lambs couldn't walk, the strong male goats fell aside from exhaustion, and the pigs were dying. Those animals were originally going to be served on their table today, but now it seems that no one dares to touch Master Lane's lovers."
"The Lord of Knowledge has appeared. He finally punished this damn businessman. It's good this way. It's good this way." Aunt Leia looked at Alyssa who was hugging Hermione.
When she came this morning, she also learned about the tragic experience of this girl. The Chamber of Commerce in Rennes was also suppressing the purchase price of their wine and crops. After a year of hard work, they could only make ends meet.
"Hahaha, he probably went to the Black Rose Night Market, and the prostitutes would not be willing to accept him. Who wants to treat himself like a pig? It's a pity that no one has that thing called a camera, otherwise he would take a picture, write an introduction, and send it to the Stuttgart Daily News If the Post publishes it, there will probably be a lot of royalties."
Uncle Reuben opened his mouth hidden behind his gray beard and kept talking, vividly describing the scene to the people present, as if he were really there.
He also pretended that Mrs. Lane was vomiting and disgusted after seeing that scene. The wiping action was very clever, replicating the eyes that were constantly avoiding her.
In areas where people believe in the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, most people are literate and their angry words are not so rude. Hermione also felt that it would be better to use less useless modal words.
Uncle Reuben glanced at the two sitting Hermione. He had been busy, but he didn't know the new people in the church. Are they these two?
He took out the bread, condiments and fresh meat inside, and unknowingly his eyes were focused on Hermione, as if he felt a sense of youthful time.
Leya, who was cutting vegetables on the opposite side, couldn't help but clenched the knife in her hand, and her voice became louder, which made Ruben wake up quickly and smiled. He was already old, and his wife who had been with him for a long time still thought about that young man. What is the time for?
After putting the things inside, he left to continue moving things.
Hermione, who was sitting at the dining table, also looked at the glaring Madam Leia with amusement. The lettuce in her hand seemed to be cut into pieces like Reuben.
As long as you don't stare at yourself for too long, and the charm is put away, the impact will not be that big, and the layer of black veil can also interfere a little.
She felt that she would have to wear a baby's saliva towel in front of her neck in the future. She used her charm to increase her favor and made everyone use her as the target of their talk. If there were more crybabies in the future, People don’t even need to wash their shirts.
After comforting Alyssa, Hermione asked her to continue eating here, with Madam Leia watching, so she didn't have to worry about accidents.
Arriving at the church in front, Father Brandt walked over silently. Kurtz, who was working inside, and Helen, who was selecting the children, all looked at her a few times, thinking about what they had just heard.
Anna and Apfel went out to do errands together, to perform the burial ceremony for the buried believers.
"Did you do it? Deacon."
"Yes, I saved Alyssa who was about to commit suicide. When will her parents come?"
"Fortunately, you saved her. People who commit suicide cannot enter the Lord's Kingdom of God. I hope she can accept these sufferings and make herself stronger. Her parents should arrive in the afternoon, and her home is far away. A little far."
"Well, let's report this matter to the administrator again. At least we need to get a compensation. I will write a letter and complain to Stuttgart to explain."
"Thank you for your rationality and understanding. There is one more thing. The greenhouse garden where strange events occurred before disappeared last night."
Hermione turned her head and became confused. She understood that the previous matter had to be handled according to the rules, but what was the latter matter?
"The greenhouse garden was established by Mrs. Lane, Mrs. Caitlin, Mrs. Miller...the wealthy businessmen's wives. While it is used for viewing, it can also be used to cultivate high-quality flower seeds. One of the main goods traded in Garcia Town is Cultivation of flower seeds.
The church had arranged for "keepers" to deal with the problem before. Unexpectedly, the garden has simply disappeared now. This makes me a little uneasy. I hope you, deacon, can go and check it out. "
Although Father Brandt didn't know what the Hermione in front of him was doing, he must be of a very high rank and a strong person.
It’s better to leave this kind of weird thing to the professionals.
Hermione opposite didn't know anything. She was just a temporary worker, so there was no chance she could read those reports and files to understand what happened.
"What happened in the greenhouse garden before? I have no contact with the previous Keepers of Knowledge, so I don't know."
The Keepers of the Knowledge are an organization similar to the Nighthawks, an institution of the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom that handles extraordinary events.
“Several gardeners disappeared inexplicably in the greenhouse garden before, and later everyone found their withered and skinny bodies under the bright flowers.
According to the results of the autopsy, they died of indulgence and lost all their spirituality and vitality.
Whenever it blooms there, people who are close to it will be filled with desire, get entangled in the flowers, and eventually wither and die.
After the gardeners' accidents happened one after another, no one dared to go near there. The ladies wanted to send people to burn those strange flowers. As a result, many vines appeared on the ground, blocking those who approached, making the place a restricted area.
From time to time, some people would see some illusory and beautiful figures passing by, attracting those watching to come in.
I reported it to the church, and the Keepers of Knowledge came to deal with the hidden dangers, and the garden returned to its previous appearance. However, I didn’t expect that this time the entire garden was missing, including the two gardeners who were guarding it. "
It sounds like an ordinary extraordinary event, and the contamination is limited there. Hermione thought about those flower seeds and the abilities of plants. There were many possibilities, including the path of the Earth Mother Church, the original moon, the Mother Tree of Desire...
Since the Keeper team can handle it, he doesn't have anything to worry about.
"Then go take a look. I hope it won't affect ordinary people."
"Praise the Lord of knowledge, thank you for your generosity."
After explaining that Kurtz was staying at the church, Brandt took Hermione to the greenhouse garden. Hermione also didn't forget to tell Helen to pay attention to Alyssa's mental state.
In the decaying and lonely purple wasteland, Schiller sat on a huge skeleton, holding a bone flute in his hand and blowing a melodious sound.
There were many static spider threads floating around him, blindly surrounding him, and the invisible light curtain was opened to avoid the influence of painful emotions and diseases that filled the outside.
In the wilderness, Tatiana's beautiful and delicate face was cracked and distorted, and her spirit was always affected by whispers from the spirit.
The blond hair on the back of her head fluttered, and the aura of disease released covered the purple-black erosion, leaving a safe space for herself.
She was confused and angry now. Finally, someone down below found some traces and wanted to come over to see if it was true. I didn't expect to be blocked here directly by these people.
ps: Thanks to the forest that once had you and book friend 8137 for their support
