"Stop talking about this, Brandt, let's discuss the scope of expansion. Renn, come here quickly."

Ernst waved to wake up Renn, who was stunned there. He came to his senses and walked over. Mrs. Renn beside him kept a distance and followed him.

Hermione walked out of the church, found a deserted place, and quickly came to Edmund's place.

Today he took a wooden stick and dug a small hole next to it, and then walked around and kept measuring, as if he was carving a work of art.

"What are you doing? Do you want to return to your mother's arms?"

"How did you know? Are you coming too?"

"Let me help you."

Hermione simply knocked him unconscious and buried him there, leaving only the upper part of his chest exposed, allowing him to breathe smoothly.

She really doesn't want to talk to this person for a moment, and she can always find an angle to talk to you, so that you can't even provoke him.

After preparing the steps to fall asleep, Hermione looked at Edmund who was on the bed. He was holding on to the bed and desperately trying to get into one place.

There was nothing but him on the bed, and he actually slipped into the suspended air strangely, and the flesh and blood on his body kept compressing, as if he was returning to the embrace.

Hermione, who was watching, wanted to get closer and study, her body reacted with excitement, her red hair spread out, and a roaring face appeared at the ends of the hair, and she wanted to rush out. Evil patterns lit up all over her body.

The dream suddenly shattered. A low-spirited Edmund jumped out of the mound, holding his head and yelling wildly, and then jumped into the lake.

Hermione, with her hair disheveled, also felt a hidden existence watching her, and the pollution that was secretly emitted was resisted by herself.

I actually didn't see it in advance. This was really careless. It was necessary to accept more divinity.

But I don't have many anchors to anchor my current consciousness, so I don't know if I can withstand the impact.

After seeing Edmund swimming back from the lake without any problems, she left with peace of mind and returned to the church.

Daytime dreams don’t work. Do we need everyone to dream together? Or do we need a sufficient number of people?

It seems that we can only do it at night, otherwise we will be in trouble if we die.

The white mist has been sensed, and the last step is just around the corner.

When she walked out of this area, something disappeared from her body, making her instantly relaxed.

'Is this the consequence of seeking death?'

She tied her loose red hair back, braided the thin hair on both sides and tied it behind her head, creating a simple long hair style.

When we returned to the church, the couples were still there. They were sitting next to them, and in the middle sat an old man with some gray hair.

He is calm and capable, with a bit of majesty in his eyes. He has two beards under his nose, wearing a black formal suit and a top hat.

Seeing Hermione come in, she stood up to greet her, and the other people also stood up and looked over.

"Are you the father of Silvester Cordis?" She got straight to the point and shook hands with the person in front of her.
Chapter completed!