Chapter 2242

After the rain, St. Martins island is a little more fresh than before. There are still water droplets hanging on the leaves and branches, glittering in the morning light. The island is not big, and the sea in the distance can be seen faintly without overlooking, sparkling with the sea breeze.

It's just a pity that if the day can be sunny, it will be a beautiful picture of the wind and the sun. However, the weather is either raining or on the way to prepare for rain. Even if the rain has just stopped, the sky is still cloudy and sunny.

At this moment, Hermione and Delphi are walking under the unpleasant gloomy sky, trying to take a walk and adjust their uneasy mood before the coming tomorrow.

The dirt road under their feet was muddy, but they didn't feel much. It can be seen that the mud in their hearts is much more than this small country path.

"Delphi?"

After walking for a long time, some of the two people who remained silent finally broke the increasingly obscure atmosphere between them.

"Well," Delphi answered.

"Delphi," Hermione continued cautiously when she saw her response, "You... You seem to know a lot more about Maka than I do - it should have been like this since a long time ago. Of course, although I am curious and concerned, I also know that there must be your reasons why you and Maka don't tell me and everyone... To tell the truth, even if I can't completely trust you, at least I still believe in Maka's choice ... so there are some things I don't have to ask you. "

At this point, Hermione paused for a moment. Delphi saw it, but he just said "um" again.

When Hermione heard this, she couldn't help smiling bitterly, shook her head and then said:

"But... Delphi, can't you tell me even one thing? For example, when you asked to go to London, I remember you mentioned at that time. You said that Maka might be in London. Now, you seem to have guessed that Maka is the Lord of the living corpse since then?"

After these words, there was another silence between them. Delphi didn't say anything immediately. She just stopped a little and thought for a few seconds, and suddenly looked up to the left and right.

There are two small villages in the West and east of St. Martins island. The names of these two villages are also very simple. They are "low town" and "high town" according to the terrain.

At the moment, Hermione and Delphi are walking in the high town near the wasteland in the East. There are some non dense farms and houses on both sides of the dirt road, as well as sporadic one or two small shops.

Recently, the rain has been frequent, and the villagers have lost their way in and out of the island. The villagers have nestled in their homes, and naturally these shops have not been opened.

Delphi caught a glimpse of a small shabby bar on the side of the road. On the surface, it looked like a nearby house. It was only an old wooden sign with a wine glass hanging under the eaves that did not clearly indicate the identity of this place.

Looking through the window, you can see that the owner of this small bar is cleaning up some cup and plate residues probably left by the noise last night. It seems that the villagers in gaozhen have nowhere to go these days, and the business of this bar is much more prosperous than usual.

After glancing, Delphi turned to look at Hermione and said:

"Sit down and talk?"

"There's no need to disturb others?"

Hermione hesitated. After all, she always felt sorry for the Muggle residents on the island just because she chose the island as the place to negotiate with the Lord of the corpse. If there was a battle at that time, these residents would be the most unlucky party.

However, the wasteland on the east side of St. Martins island is flat and open, which is very suitable for arranging a large Rune array. She doesn't have many better choices in these three days.

However, after the first thought that she didn't want to disturb the residents passed, Hermione glanced over the beer bar on the sign, and somehow suddenly wanted to drink a cup of butter beer with strong fragrance.

I don't know if it's here.

Thinking so, Hermione finally nodded and whispered:

"Then... OK!"

"Click."

The small bar, which had been closed early this morning, opened the door again to the special guests. Delphi took the lead in entering the door, stepped on the old wooden floor and made a "creak" sound.

"Confuse -"

Before the bar owner who was cleaning the table could subconsciously say something, a confusion spell fell on him, and the Muggle owner with two moustaches was stunned.

Hermione, who came in behind, saw this and slightly pursed her mouth. Then she hesitated and said:

"Boss, do you have butter beer?"

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It's natural that this small bar in the island town doesn't have butter beer. After all, this drink can be made at home, and the island residents are used to a slow-paced and hands-on life. The shops on the island, including this bar, always only bring in things from outside the island that the island people can't make by themselves.

Hermione and Delphi sat by the window, sipping the wine they hadn't usually drunk, and it was quiet for a while.

Hermione is waiting, and Delphi seems to be waiting for something.

A moment later, Delphi subconsciously touched something hanging close to her chest, then slightly lowered his eyes and said faintly:

"Miss Granger, I remember I said before that there are some things I can't say. I know that it may not be so fair for you to say so. After all, I see what your efforts are for these days."

"Never mind," Hermione shook her head, put down her glass and smiled more or less reluctantly, "At first, I thought it was people's fear, just like everyone dared not call Voldemort's name directly before. Many people seem to think so. But in fact, Voldemort also studied the magic of names. He put a spell on his name... This is probably the first reason why people began to avoid his name. So you don't want to say, At least I can understand. "

In fact, there are many such things in the history of magic, so in the magic world, the word "confidentiality" often represents more than the secret itself, which may hide the risk of losing life.

"At least you don't mean any harm to me and all of us, because you are Maka's friend," Hermione said at the end.