Corneille spent an uneventful night. When Dias got up, he rubbed his eyes and prepared to go back to rest when a passenger pigeon came in and reminded him that it was time to fulfill his appointment with the doctor. "Yesterday it was Diaz who sold out men, is it my turn today?" Corneille washed his face with cold water, changed his clothes, and Cecil's carriage took him to the university town. On the way, he heard people talking about what was happening in the Ixtapa district. It was said that the Security Guard had taken control of many men in the district and wanted to send them to receive male ethics education. Corneille felt sorry, but there was nothing he could do. Cecil was drinking vegetable juice, and Corneille dodged when he smelled the smell. The bitter, earthy taste is still unforgettable. Not long after, Cecil came out after finishing breakfast and said to him: "You are really good at fighting Sabina Curias." "She didn't intend to fight me to death." "After all, that's a former king of the woods." "In terms of the amount of magic power she possesses, she is not as good as Her Highness Isabella."
Cecil explained: "Isabella's magic power is among the top ten kings in history. Moreover, if you lose your throne - I mean the one that the kings placed on the Jupiter Tree, your magic power limit will continue to decrease." "What about the Ixtapa district?" "I am a nobody, so how can I interfere in the affairs there?" Cecil took Corneille to a spacious room where a research team of twelve people, led by a doctor, were waiting. Five of them wore bird-beak masks and loose robes to conceal their body shapes. The remaining seven looked so young that Corneille felt a little uneasy. "Please be understanding. These five are considering their marriages, and this topic is somewhat ambiguous and will affect their reputations," said Cecil. One of them said: "Doctor, you talk too much. We have signed a confidentiality agreement." Corneille looked at Cecil and said, "So, what do you want to study with these people?" Cecil smiled and said, "Okay, let's start the first part of the topic: understanding male extraordinary people other than Waite. To this end, everyone, use magic on Corneille." Chapter 16 Love (Two in One) A witch wearing a bird-beak mask hesitated and said, "This is not good." She hesitated, but her eager attack went to Corneille's back. Corneille half-turned, unfolded his shield, blocked the attack from the blind spot, drew his sword, and smashed the magic coming from another direction. The disintegrating magic turned into light particles and fell, and was blown away by the airflow from Corneille's sword. His weapon whistled as it stabbed at the witch who used magic on him. At the moment of stabbing, he saw the other party's figure collapse and reshape on the left side of his body. He ignored the witch who reappeared in his vision, and immediately turned the scabbard in his left hand upside down, raised it, and stabbed it diagonally backwards, and heard a "hmm" sound behind him. Seeing the scabbard on her neck, the witch who thought she had deceived Corneille raised her hands. The scabbard had no blade, but the murderous aura it conveyed made her fear that her throat was about to be cut. "Doctor, explain this to me?" said Corneille. Cecil replied: "I did this to make my team members realize that there is a different common sense in Waite than in other places: In Waite, magic can only be avoided, or resisted and countered by using another magic, but Corneille showed Waite how to do it. " Corneille thought it was just a warm-up exercise, and when he was about to play the second game, he saw the witches were dumbfounded. He asked, "Any questions?" The doctor explained: "There is nothing wrong, these children are just too naive. In Waite, except for a few areas, the battles between witches have always been turn-based games. Both sides use magic gracefully at a decent distance, constantly testing and counterattacking their opponents.
Tactics, magic reserves, possession of props and strategic thinking are the keys to victory in battle, and the fighting instincts, instant reactions, high-speed offense and defense conversions and the ability to read battles that you have shown, Gao Naiyi, are a fighting style that young witches have never been exposed to, and this is very un-magical. " "It's also unheard of to use a shield to block magic and a sword to break it." The witch who had just been pretending to be good and distracting Cornelius whispered, "The textbooks and teachers also said that magic cannot be blocked or intercepted by physical props." Another witch raised her hand and said, "Because Mr. Corneille's shield and weapons are not ordinary items, they must have the extraordinary power attached to them, allowing him to intercept the magic." Corneille glanced at Cécile. "That's all right, Corneille, tell the truth," said Cecil. "If it's an attack of that magnitude, I can handle it with a table knife - any material will do." Gao Naiyi thought for a moment and added: "However, you are all witches in the field of 'magician'. You are researchers and you have your own specialties. Just do your job well." The air became silent. Many people blushed at being comforted by the vulnerable group (men) defined by Waite's traditional culture, but Corneille had no way of judging whether they felt more ashamed or angry. The witch who attacked Corneille said unwillingly: "What if I used the flash magic to deprive you of your eyesight from the beginning?" "I have blind-fighting skills." “What if we take away your voice, too?” "It's useless," another person joined the discussion. "Mr. Corneille was only fooled by your illusion magic once, but he was able to determine your true location. Perhaps he remembered your energy fluctuations and was able to distinguish between your true self and the illusion." "If I can use distance magic after my first attack fails..." The witches discussed enthusiastically, but path dependence made them tend to restrict and counter Corneille through strategies. Whenever they came up with a new tactic, they would ask Corneille to try it out. As long as it doesn't touch his own trump card, Corneille is happy to help these witches improve and experience the local fighting style of Waite through them. In one morning, both sides conducted ten training sessions. The witches were defeated all the way until the afternoon, but the advantages of the Waite witches were inadvertently revealed: a strong desire for knowledge and subjective initiative to solve problems. These emotions could overwhelm the frustration of losing streak. If Corneille himself were defeated ten times by the same opponent in one morning, he would not want to see his opponent's face for the next few months. Cecil forced her team to rest for an hour and a half, and Corneille quickly filled his stomach and took a nap. He was already very tired, but he tried his best to persevere because he respected the witches' seriousness. The time in the dream was so short that Cornelius only felt that he closed his eyes for a few seconds before someone approached and reached out to touch his body. Corneille sat up and grabbed the impolite hand. He saw the witch wearing a bird-beak mask, but she was not the same one who had pretended to be good and deceived him before. This one was slender, short, and had childish twin ponytails. "I, I'm here to wake you up. I don't mean to take advantage of you." A trembling voice came from under the bird-beak mask. "Please don't tell anyone. I beg you." Corneille was stunned for a moment, then he remembered that Waite's concept of chastity was almost reversed. "Sneak attack" on a sleeping man was no longer simply "tasteless", but was classified as "sexual harassment". He said jokingly: "Miss, you don't want others to know about this, do you?" "Y-yes, please forgive me." "Okay, I'll not expose you if you do the following: study hard, eat on time, get along well with your classmates... I won't tease you anymore, thank you for waking me up, that's all." "……Thank you." Following a mosquito-like whisper of thanks, the witch ran away. The sight of her twin ponytails bobbing in the air was quite amusing, but what caught the most attention was her ears, which were red to purple.
If it weren't for the moist, sour, and extremely familiar scent that rushed into his nostrils, Corneille would probably have thought she was a very cute child. Now, she is just a brat with restless teenage desires. Corneille realized what the so-called research group was all about. As soon as the afternoon discussion began, he, the theoretical "subject of research," took the initiative to propose the rules of confrontation: Next, he would be blindfolded and unarmed. If he could catch them all before 4pm (curfew shortened his study time) without getting hit by magic once, it would be his victory, otherwise it would be their victory. Cecile glanced at Corneille and then assured her that there would be no outsiders in her building that afternoon and that they could do what they wanted. The witches quickly agreed to this proposal. No matter what form of competition it was, they really wanted to defeat this arrogant and inexplicably lustful man just once. Soon, there were screams of joy around Corneille. He had a sense of déjà vu: when the previous Duke wanted to regain his virility through sensory stimulation, he seemed to have played a similar game with women. However, in front of Waite, he seemed to be the one providing sensory stimulation - every few minutes, dishonest hands would try to touch him. Corneille could understand that when he was at that age, he was also troubled by the surging sexual desire, but understanding did not mean support. He wanted to encourage them to exercise more and eliminate unhealthy thoughts with healthy sweat. He deliberately slowed down the pace of the game until everyone was exhausted, then he walked slowly towards the last person and arrested him, but he was also hit by the magic hidden in the other person's arms. After some review, it was found that when Corneille's hand touched the opponent's hair on his shoulder, the magic hit him first (but was actually blocked by the shield), and then his hand fell on the opponent's shoulder, so he lost. The witches celebrated their victory and made an appointment with Corneille to treat them next week. After Corneille agreed, they turned around and celebrated their hard-earned victory. Corneille came to the corner, looked at the doctor who had been "standing" for almost the entire day, and said: "It turns out that the doctor's project is to take care of children. And the reason I was pulled in is because I took care of Dias and I know how to take care of children." Cecil shrugged: "Dear Corneille, use your sharp head to think about it. Is it possible for me to lead the research on solving the gender imbalance problem in Waite? This so-called project team is just to gild the resumes of team members.” "A witch still needs to gild her resume?" "People will do anything to win in competition. And the level of these kids... they can only use improper means to win." Corneille shrugged: "In a sense, the doctor was not lying. If you serve these students well, their families will make you a lot of money." Cecil smiled: "You can never have too much money. It doesn't matter who you make money from. Corneille, it's the same for you. If you want to expand your network in Waite, then coaxing these children is also an option. Make them like you, control them when they are young, inexperienced in relationships, full of desire and easy to be manipulated, and make them your treasury and fighting force. Your style of being restrained and conservative on the outside but aggressive on the inside is very much to the taste of young witches. Just like moths meeting fire, they know they will be burned to death by you, but they can't help but pounce on you. " Corneille replied: "It sounds like I am a stunning beauty in a federal popular novel." "How do you know if you don't try? You can't just think of selling poor little Gasol to a witch he doesn't like and sit back and watch the fire, innocent and pure," said Cecil. "If I really have this kind of value, I will consider using it moderately, but before that, I have to arrest a naughty ghost first." Corneille ended his conversation with the doctor and said goodbye to the "research team". The witches responded happily and looked forward to seeing him again next week. They originally thought that Corneille was the kind of big leopard who was only good-looking for his figure, but he seemed to know how to make people happy... Although he did not observe male ethics, no one would think he was dissolute. Just as they were leaving the room, Corneille attacked the witch at the end of the group. At first, Corneille thought that the situation of the twelve people in the research team was the same, but gradually, he discovered that the witch wearing a mask and pretending to be good but doing bad things was wrong. She deliberately disguised the energy fluctuations.
Therefore, Gao Naiyi took the initiative to set the rules in the last game, using blindfolds to paralyze the opponent, and using "time" and "chase" to create a sense of urgency, forcing the opponent to make forced errors and reveal flaws that allowed him to identify his identity. Faced with Corneille's sneak attack, the witch reacted, but was still caught by him. She took off her mask and her black hair was exposed. Corneille let go of her hand, turned to face her, and said to her face, which still showed a frightened expression: "Ms. Longueville, you are too naughty." "How was I discovered...ah, the final game of tag turned out to be designed against me." Anne shook her head: "Mr. Corneille, plotting against underage girls is not something a good adult should do." "I don't bother with children, but the premise is that the child does not hide his identity and try to do bad things to me." Anne smoothed her hair, adjusted the ribbon on her head, and said to Corneille, "I'm not doing anything bad, but I'm observing you. My evaluation of you will also affect the family's assessment of my marriage with Mr. Toledo." "Can you give me a high score?" Gao Naiyi asked. "The lowest score." Anne stuck out her tongue and held out her hand: "Okay, okay, for Mr. Toledo's sake, let's make peace." "Ms. Longueville, I don't remember ever being angry with you." Corneille held Anne's hand, and saw her red eyes filled with smiles. He tried to pull his hand away, but Anne held on tightly. The light of teleportation magic flashed, and when he came to his senses, he saw the Mokosh-style manor of the northern great country. The Mokoshi style is a summary of the architectural style with gorgeous colors, symmetrical structures, majestic stone carvings, large pools that can be seen at a glance, and buildings that are always in even numbers. Corneille had seen it in the local intelligence compiled by his men - a sketch of Château de Longueville, 100 kilometers southwest of Mérida. His main concern at the time was that Longueville Castle was surrounded by agricultural areas. It was not desolate, but it was not prosperous either. It was puzzling that they settled there. Anne introduced: "Welcome to Longueville Castle. In addition to the main branch, half of the family's four branches have settled here." "I have not received any invitation from the Longueville family, and it would be impolite to visit them without permission," said Corneille. "We don't care about this. After all, we are 'demons'." Anne shook her head. "We won't let Mr. Corneille come for nothing. I have something to say." "About your collaboration with Sabina Curias?" "…Your perception is too sharp." "If what happened yesterday was a play, I would definitely buy a ticket; but if it was a 'fact', it would be too exaggerated," said Corneille. Anne made a scissors gesture: "Thankfully, the ending was good: no innocent people died, and my hard work helped to redeem the face I lost in the attack. The family has cleared its stigma, I have improved my personal image, I have eliminated the watchers and betrayers in the name of protection, and the residents of Ixtapa have been helped. This is a win-win situation. " "really." "But it's not good to deceive Mr. Corneille. I wanted to find an opportunity to tell the truth, but... I was preparing to 'surprise' Mr. Corneille, but he 'surprise' me. I am a little angry when a man takes the initiative to this extent. You should learn some lessons in male ethics, Mr. Corneille." The blush on Anne's face might be due to anger, but there was no doubt that she was as beautiful as a blooming rose.