Diaz was a little shy: "It's not that serious. I just think that maintaining the status quo is not... ahem, this is a sacrifice. For the final victory, sacrifice is inevitable." In the Tower of Discipline, Dias drew number 96 as usual, and although Don Rodick pretended to be stupid, he walked with a gusto, which made the uninformed guards murmur, isn't it not just Corneille who likes this, the Duke of Alva also? Diaz took Don Rodick to the hotel, and the latter paced back and forth in the room excitedly, muttering: "Will she come? When we meet, can I resist hitting her? After she knows the truth, will she be willing to atone for her sins and help me regain my wealth and the identity of 'Don Rodick'? " Corneille fiddled with Sister Helena's "eyeballs" and answered: "It is very likely that if she doesn't come, I will 'sell' the explosive content on the note to Hequese and let her also taste the taste of social death; It's best not to hit her, don't turn the tables on her and turn her into an 'imperfect victim', using the opportunity of the essay to put you in a passive position, I will keep an eye on you; After she knew the truth, her wishes were no longer important. Mr. Tang Luodike, she used to be someone you loved deeply, but now..." Tang Rodik closed his eyes, took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and opened his eyes again after a few seconds: "It is the enemy, and also the prop for me to turn the tables." "What if it turns out that she is the victim, and begs for your forgiveness after regaining her true memories?" Diaz asked in a low voice.
Tang Luodike was a little entangled. After a moment, she said sullenly: "First, get my property back. Maybe... I will forgive her, but I will not get back together with her. I forgive her because I cannot expect an ordinary person to have the power to resist extraordinary people. I do not reconcile with her because my love for her has been extinguished, and to repay a favor - from now on, I will only live for the Duke and Mr. Corneille." Don Rodice knelt on one knee and bowed to Dias and Corneille respectively. Corneille let Dias accept Don Rodice's greeting, and he helped Don Rodice up. Don Rodic looked at Dias, then at Corneille, and smiled as tears fell: "What lovely two people! I lost a beloved one, but I also gained two guardian angels." "It's too early to say that now," said Corneille softly. Dias wiped her eyes and prayed to the goddess Hathor, whom she believed in, that everything would go well. A few minutes later, a black-robed monk walked into the room, looked around the room, and trembled when her eyes fell on Tang Luodike. She reached out and slowly lifted the hood, and her black hair fell. Polly stopped Shimana's guards outside the door. Compared with Corneille, she seemed "very weak", but facing the guards, she seemed like an insurmountable chasm. The sound of swords and armor colliding attracted Tang Rodick's attention. She thought for a while, sneered and told the names of the four guards and their past, which surprised them. Shimanna's face was pale as she ordered the guards to stop and retreat to the corridor. "I came here to find out the truth." After she closed the door, she said in a pitiful tone: "Even if you want to kill me, let me die knowingly." Don Rodick clenched his fists, took two steps forward, but was stopped by Corneille again. Don Rodick shouted, "The truth? I tried to tell you the truth several times before I was caught by the people of the state church, but did you ever pay attention to me once?" Shimana tried to defend herself: "But my Robbie is a strong man, and you are just an inconspicuous woman. Corneille said you were dead, the people of the Established Church also said you were dead, and the people around me, they all said you were a crazy woman who fanatically worshipped Robbie. How could I believe what you said? What’s more, you killed my best friend’s family, and I only hated you at that time…” "How dare you mention that bitch!"
"You two, there are minors here. Your quarrel will have a bad influence on them." Corneille looked at Dias and said, "Go to the next room and rest for a while." Dias nodded, and Corneille took him to the next room, which was a bit crowded. The four men sent by Corneille were waiting for Corneille's orders. When he came back, Don Rodick and Shimanna were still arguing. Polly closed the door and said to Corneille: "Is it okay? Their quarrel can be heard next door and downstairs." "It's okay, the hotel is fully booked. But I don't think quarreling will help solve the problem, right?" Don Rodick and Shimana stopped arguing. The former and Polly guarded the door together, but Polly thought she was in the way and made her stand in the corner as punishment. The latter looked at Corneille with some fear. Corneille walked towards her, his body filled with red light, making him look a little hideous. Hathor's magic was activated, and Polly was the first to become alert, and the supernatural power she maintained was forcibly released. Tang Luodike was stunned at first, and then she was happy, because the magic of discipline on her body was lifted - Discipline magic becomes the power of the guilty witch only when the warden grants permission. In normal times, it becomes a cage that binds the guilty witch. Shimanna's reaction was the most obvious. The silver light penetrated through her clothes, drawing a layer of veins like plant roots on the surface, trembling with her breathing. It resisted stubbornly, but the magic Corneille cast was as brutal and ruthless as he was, crushing the silver roots starting from Shimana's head. Chapter 56 Classical Apoptosis Tang Rodick raised his fist, and Shimana covered her head in fear, saying in self-abandonment: "Yes, both old Marseille and little Marseille humiliated me, but old Marseille is dead, little Marseille is my husband now, and we have a child. I hate them and want to burn them into ashes and scatter them into the river, but I have to be realistic and consider the cost of revenge! You should know how much I want a child. I once regarded Sulena as the continuation of my life, but she died. Now my son is my greatest sustenance and hope. I am now a respected congressman's wife, and in the future I may be a minister's wife or the speaker's wife. In social situations, everyone has to please me and respect me, just like welcoming a queen. I earn a lot of money, and with the help of little Masa's power, I can make money make more money and the interest doubles. Money is the best thing in the world. It can allow me to enjoy a lifetime of wealth and glory, and even allow me, an ordinary person, to control extraordinary people like little Masai! You extraordinary people still have extraordinary powers without money, but we ordinary people are nothing without money. We are garbage, termites, and inferior creatures looked down upon by others. But it is also a kind of progress, isn't it? As long as I have money, I can be on an equal footing with those so-called people with noble blood or power, or even replace them. Money has made me who I am today. Without money, there is no meaning in life. So if this matter becomes a big deal, what good will it do me?! For money, dignity and chastity are all sacrificed! Because these so-called good qualities cannot make them rich. For those who possess good qualities, some of their good qualities come from their own nobility, and the rest are simply because they have no chance to sell themselves out. Their children may not survive the freezing winter, their husbands have to work eleven hours a day in the factory, and they themselves have to waste their youth in day-to-day management. Do you think they are happy to live such a life? Look at the members of the National Assembly, the heads of government departments, and the bigwigs of the Triple Alliance or the Royalist Party. Is there any clean person among them? Is their money clean? It doesn't matter at all! As long as you can climb up, everyone will selectively forget the ugly things you have done and respect you infinitely. This is the example that the bigwigs have set for us citizens!" Shimana shook her head: "Robbie, when I married you, I already thought so and told you so, but you are too upright and kind.
You want to pursue inner peace, you want to use violence for the right purpose, you think money is enough just to maintain your rich life... These are the virtues of the classical era, but we live in an era where classicism has been disintegrated. When I attended salons, I often heard knowledgeable gentlemen talk about why the classical era is gone forever and why those things that seemed sacred and beautiful in the past have become products of ridicule and contempt in modern times. Forget it, I'm a little dizzy, why talk about this. Do you still remember that you accompanied me to watch a classical drama called "El Cid"? " Don Rodick had forgotten about it and felt that a play was of no importance. "That drama tells the story of a man and a woman who are in love, but their fathers are enemies. The man's father beats the man's father, so the man's father asks his son to avenge him. The hero challenged the heroine's father to a duel and killed him. The heroine then became the hero's enemy. She appealed to the king, hoping that the king would punish the hero. Compared with a weak woman, a strong male protagonist is much more important. The king saved the male protagonist and sent him to resist the attack of the enemy country. The male protagonist made great achievements. The king, in turn, used this as a basis to persuade the female protagonist to consider the overall situation and forgive the male protagonist. The heroine refused. At this time, another noble proposed to her. The king simply ordered a duel, and whoever won could marry her. So, who is more likely to win? The answer is obvious. Then, the hero expressed his apology to the heroine, saying that he would kill himself in the duel to compensate for the death of the heroine's father. But the heroine didn't allow it, so he cheered up, defeated the nobles, obtained the king's marriage, and lived a happy life with the heroine. When I invited you to watch other plays, you yawned out of boredom, but you watched this play without blinking an eye... because this play expressed your favorite heroism - First comes loyalty to the emperor and patriotism, then respect for his father, then personal reputation, and finally his own lover. However, it is outdated. The feudal monarch and his country have been proven to be unworthy of the people's love. The feudal family-style order of hierarchy derived from respecting the father has also disintegrated as the large family has disintegrated into small families. At that time, I realized that we didn’t really understand each other and our values were conflicting, but because of love, we ignored and tolerated these differences. Robbie, I can never understand why you are so "classical", so you can't understand my choice now." Shimana’s voice turned to pleading: “If you can temporarily, temporarily put these things aside, I will give you some money and let you live a rich life again. I will find a way to get you out and give you a new identity. Now that you have money and extraordinary power, there will be no shortage of men pursuing you. You can choose a young hero to marry him and expand your power. And I will cooperate with you in secret, and when you become powerful, we will join forces to retaliate against our common enemies and seize their property, titles and reputation. Think about it, if you insist on making a big deal now, I will have nothing left, how can I help you turn things around? I have no doubt that little Masa has a way to get out of this unscathed, without me, how will you deal with him then? Oh, you may look down on a woman's body, but being a woman has its own unique flavor. You can unlock experiences you have never had before, and even give birth to and breastfeed children... What a happy thing it is. Haven’t you always wanted a child? The child you give birth to is 100% your offspring, and you don’t have to worry about it being the offspring of a third party…” In Corneille's appraisal, Schmanna spoke from the heart. Putting aside the essay and outrageous suggestions, her core point is summarized as follows: If Don Rodic made a big deal out of it, she would lose her wealth and dignity, and it would also be more difficult for Don Rodic to take revenge on Count Marseille. So, she proposed a settlement plan: she would find a way to arrange a new identity for Don Rodick, give him a sum of money as compensation, and from then on everyone would develop on their own, and if they had the chance they would take revenge on their enemies together, otherwise they would just pretend not to know each other. Corneille looked through Shimanna's excuses and reconciliation proposals, and saw only a woman who had been brainwashed by money, power and vanity and had become extremely cold-blooded. Even by selfish standards, Shimanna is too selfish. Unfortunately, in the new era, Shimanna is the mainstream player in the world of fame and fortune. Inappropriately, Corneille recalled Angelica's teachings.
They are all people who know that they should be hard-hearted in the world of fame and fortune, but they are unable to do so, so they are tortured by endless pain and have never lived as comfortably as Shimanna. Corneille was a beneficiary of the new era and new trends. He could not say "no" to the new era. However, he also sympathized with Don Rodic and all the virtues and defects of the outdated classical era that were embodied in him from the bottom of his heart. Just as he was about to speak and force Shimanna to make concessions on the core issue, which was to restore Tang Rodik's identity, he saw Tang Rodik's eyes turn red. "It turns out that Corneille's magic not only removed your false memories, but also my last bit of fantasy about you. It turns out that the woman I love is such a cold-blooded and heartless woman! " Don Rodique swung his fist and hit him. Unfortunately, the classical era has passed, and the happy revenge in "El Cid" can never be reproduced in reality. Even Corneille, in his not-so-indifferent heart, is full of profit calculations. Killing Shimana would not improve Don Rodic's situation, and it would also go against Corneille's interests. Just as he was about to stop Don Rodic, he suddenly looked up at the sky. An energy wave of comparable size to his approached, and in the blink of an eye, the chain pierced through the roof and entangled Don Rodick's arm. The chapter was rejected, and after modification it was shown as awaiting review and publication, but I guess I won’t be able to publish it in this lifetime. If you want to read it, come to the group. Still need to add 100 words................................................... Chapter 57: Enemies of Pharaoh Tang Luodike was furious and wanted to break free. The moment he saw the chains, his face changed: "Oh no, this is discipline magic, run away!" The tail of her words was torn apart by the wind from her fist. Corneille dodged sideways and wanted to draw his sword, but the experienced Don Rodick would not give him the time to do so. She paused and gave Corneille a roundhouse kick in the chin. Corneille blocked the attack with her scabbard, but energy waves suddenly burst out from Don Rodique's legs, and chains appeared out of thin air and rotated and nested on her thighs, and dazzling light gushed out in the ring. There was a loud bang, and Corneille's afterimage was left in the air. Into the freshly-made hole in the roof, debris kept falling, and then they were all illuminated by cobalt blue light. Cornell landed on the roof of the hotel and swept his sword to his side. He saw layers of chains arranged like a wall. Even though the weapon in his hand was not an ordinary one, he only cut off one layer of chains, leaving sparks flying on the second layer. A woman's voice seeped out from the gaps in the chain: "Did you use No. 96 to move?" Corneille replied: "Discipline magic is a very strange magic. It is obviously constructed with energy, but the result of the magic is a physical form. It can even be used to allow the superiors in the field to unconditionally manipulate the inferiors, so the guilty witches are forced to wash away other magic, and after learning the commandment magic, the ownership of their bodies is transferred to the warden guarding the commandment tower. With the help of this magic, the warden of the Discipline Tower has been able to reliably complete the task of sheltering and guarding the guilty witches. How could I not investigate and guard against such a strange magic?" The warden replied: "I see. You were prepared from the beginning that Witch No. 96 might be manipulated by me." "No, I just don't trust outsiders that easily." Corneille looked down through the hole and saw the manipulated Don Rodique, who was sweating profusely, but his body was forced to fight with Polly. Polly was also sweating profusely. Even though she was not very smart, she knew that she could not kill Don Rodick...but she had to hold back. She could not withstand Don Rodick's life-threatening attack. "(Dog-human swearing), this money is so hard to make!" Her complaints were drowned out by the sound of the door breaking. An accident happened. The guards brought by Shimanna broke in. One of Corneille's men protected Diaz and left the hotel, while the rest chased him from the next room. A fight broke out between the two sides, temporarily preventing the rescue of Shimanna.