"Oh, it doesn't matter. Now you need my help." Cecil spread his palms: "Answer my question first. Why did you choose our young Duke of Alva?" Corneille replied calmly: "The golden oath I made to Madame Angelica included the protection of her son. She has forgotten her mother's love, but I have not forgotten my oath. Now Dias needs my protection more than she does." Cecil wanted to see a river of blood, and Corneille's answer made her feel quite bored. She stopped entangled with Corneille's position and asked: "What happened to the child?" "This is really hard to talk about." This was Cécile's favorite episode, and Corneille's embarrassed and confused expression made her excited. She used magic to swear to keep a secret, and Corneille just told her what happened. Cecil shook his head: "This seems to be a witch's method, but it is difficult to identify the assassin." "I just want to ask the doctor to check on Diaz," said Corneille. "No problem. I haven't seen Diaz for a long time, and I miss him a little. As for the reward, we can talk about it later." Cecil agreed to the task. She spent half an hour packing her luggage and preparing a medical kit. When she went out, she saw Corneille being hit on by a woman. Corneille ignored the woman, which made the hitchhiker even more pestering. Cecil came to Corneille's rescue and said jokingly, "You are so welcome, Corneille. The guard told me that you were sent here by Miss Longueville?"
"She wanted to visit Dias, and to be polite, she came to me first. Maybe she had other intentions, but I do owe her a favor." "Perhaps Dias is just an excuse. You are a foreigner with rare black hair, a strong body, and an ascetic style. You are full of mysterious and seductive charm. Maybe you will appear in her dream tonight." Corneille glared at the doctor and said, "Don't talk nonsense. That's Diaz's blind date." "How does Diaz feel about blind dates?" "There are several blind dates, and he can always find one he likes." Cecil was a little dissatisfied: "I'm asking about attitude?" "I am both excited and afraid. I will accompany him and slowly train his social skills." "That's fine." Cecil breathed a sigh of relief. "Corneille, you know you can't cross the same river twice, even if it's a tributary." "I won't be defeated by the same trick twice, I promise." Corneille said softly. Cecil had her own carriage. She used magic to notify the coachman to take herself and Corneille to the Duke of Alva's residence. There were many acquaintances of Cecil there. She briefly greeted them and went up to the second floor. Corneille took out the key, opened the room, and saw Dias lying quietly on the bed, breathing evenly, with a relaxed expression and a rosy face. It was Corneille's wish to restore a peaceful sleep for his friend. He had imagined the scene before him countless times, but he had never thought that his peacefully sleeping friend would turn into a girl. Cecil used magic on herself, and a pair of glasses made of energy were placed on her nose. After looking at them for a few seconds, she said to Corneille: "Dias slept soundly because his body became smaller, and his affinity for magic increased greatly after his gender change. As for Waite, magic has a certain healing effect on the woman's body. The burden on her heart and lungs has been greatly reduced. At this moment, she may be in the most relaxed state of her life in 15 years. " "I don't believe anyone would be so kind, so Diaz's gender change must be a conspiracy," said Corneille. "I agree with you. Weite is not a good witch like in fairy tales." Cecil woke Dias up. When the latter opened his eyes and saw Cecil, he was in a trance for a moment. The doctor smiled and said, "It's not a dream. Corneille invited me here." "Aunt Cecil!" Diaz exclaimed in surprise. "Does your body hurt?"
Dias shook his head: "No, I feel incredibly light, warm and relaxed. Is it my aunt's medicine?" "No, I didn't do anything. This is the effect of magic." Corneille nodded to Cecile and went out to close the door. Dias shrank back and said timidly: "Did I make Pierre angry?" "He's probably angry, but he's angry at his own incompetence and the person who cast the gender-changing magic on you." "It's not his fault. He didn't have to accompany me to Waite...ah!" Diaz said. The doctor undressed Diaz, placed the cold metal tool on her body, injected magic power into her, and began to examine her. He said, "Relax, and ask whatever you want to ask." "Auntie, can I change back? I don't want to ruin Pierre's plans." Diaz asked. Cecil smiled and said, "It should be possible, but what do you mean by 'Pierre's matter'? This statement will make Corneille sad." Diaz looked gloomy. "I don't have any ideas myself. I just don't want to disappoint Pierre's kindness. Power, power, what's so good about it? My mother didn't want me because of this." "But think about it the other way around. If you have power, you can become another Angelica, and you can decide the fate of Angelica, Corneille and you." Diaz's heart skipped a beat. The doctor looked up and caught the girl's expression, which first turned into disappointment and then into longing. The doctor had seen this kind of transformation from sadness to joy on other people's faces. When she diagnosed Duchess Angelica and confirmed that her discomfort was due to pregnancy, the Angelica in her memories overlapped with Dias at this moment. "My poor, lovely little Diaz," the doctor couldn't help but say, "You look so much like your mother." Chapter 3 Adaptive Gender An hour later, Cecil finished all the examinations and came to Corneille's room with a medical box. Corneille gave people a capable impression, but the cleanliness of his room was quite poor. "You should find a wife who is good at housekeeping so that she can save your poor ability to sort things," she said. Corneille was maintaining her shield, and said without raising her head: "I'm only 25, there's no rush. There are so many things more important than getting married." "Diaz can get the help of the witch through marriage, and so can you." "He is the third Duke of Alva, and I am not," replied Corneille. "That's too modest. Outside, people take you for the real Duke of Alva." "It's a low-level provocation. The witches gave me this false name, probably to see if the Duke and I really have a close relationship." Cecil laughed happily: "Oh, you didn't run into the witch country without knowing anything. But have you ever thought that if you want to help Diaz defeat Angelica, you need a miracle, and the more witches the better." "Doctor, you are not going to become a lobbyist for some witch, are you?" Cecil made a gesture of surrender: "I just want to make another bet and earn back the money you caused me to lose." Cornelius stopped what he was doing and wiped his hands: "It's not a joke, but let's stop here. What are the results of the examination?" "The good news is that Dias was only subjected to gender-changing magic, and after the gender change, her health gradually improved. In time, she will be able to withstand the torture of drugs and magic. The bad news is that this is a magic that works according to the Law of Similarity. The so-called Law of Similarity is to find or create an X that is similar or symmetrical to the real target of the spell, and by casting magic on X, the target will undergo similar changes. " "The existence of X gives the prisoner a lot of room to maneuver, so the magic is difficult to remove?" asked Cornelius.
Cecil nodded: "It's difficult, so I have an idea: in Waite, only women can learn magic, but the definition of 'women' does not refer to natural women whose gender is permanent 24 hours a day, and Waite's law enforcement agencies do not have the motivation to monitor the gender of foreigners all day. So, when Dias is a man, he enjoys the preferential treatment that Waite gives to men, and when he is a woman, he learns magic, so wouldn't he be able to win twice?" Corneille was shocked by the doctor's shamelessness: "Adaptive gender?" "If I'm not on the blacklist of law enforcement agencies, I'll be punished more severely if I commit crimes again. I'd like to try this strategy of killing two birds with one stone." The doctor said seriously: "If the prerequisites are met, I have a plan that you will definitely like: First, let Diaz take drugs, under the premise of minimizing her physical harm, to destroy her resemblance to X, so that her male body can last for [8, 10) hours a day, so that Diaz can act as the Duke of Alva; Secondly, during her time as a woman, she was taught to learn magic, to heal and strengthen her body, so as to cope with the risks brought by drugs and magic; Finally, I, who am fully prepared, will change her gender back to the powerful one, which will not only remove the gender change magic, but also restore our little duke to health." Gao Naiyi stood up suddenly and asked excitedly: "How sure are you?" "In the worst case scenario, Dias will have to rely on drugs for the rest of his life to maintain his male body for no more than 10 hours a day. The extent to which his health can be restored depends on the results of his magic practice at other times of the day." Corneille walked quickly to the doctor and held her shoulders: "Very good, let's do it!" Cecil twitched in pain: "Diaz's affairs always excite you... We should talk about compensation." "What do you want, doctor?" Cecil explained: "You know, Corneille, the male-female ratio in Waite has collapsed to an irreparable degree. The most mainstream hypothesis is that it is magic that causes the phenomenon of gender selection in offspring. So, who is affected by the magic power, male or female? How does it work in the body, causing the gender ratio of newborns to violate biological common sense? Is this situation only true for the local people of Waite, or is it true for all regions and all people under the supernatural power system? The Federal Regulatory Ethics Act restricts the scope of academic experiments, so I can only ask you to go to the hospital, sign and seal the document, and "voluntarily cooperate" with my team's research. " Gao Naiyi took two steps back, showing a wary expression: "What exactly are you going to do to me? It's not..." Cecil didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Stop thinking about being persecuted. Waite has a population of over 10 million, but there are only 470,000 witches as the ruling class. After all, they can find husbands, and there is no such thing as a one-night stand." Corneille took two steps back: "Child, father..." Cecil said helplessly: "Okay, okay, I swear with magic: Pierre Corneille will only be used for academic research, and will not cross the scale of ethics and morality to allow anyone to produce offspring that conforms to the definition of biology and universal values." Corneille was still a little hesitant. He didn't know what the doctor would do to him. "Can't I exchange it for money? Doctor, don't you have anything else you want?" "If I can make a breakthrough in this area, I can make more money than you can imagine." After thinking for a while, Corneille decided to sacrifice his male dignity. Dias's gender change was his negligence, so it was natural for him to make up for the mistake. Moreover, he could not find another reliable doctor in Werther for the time being. Maybe the witch cannot be trusted, but Dr. Cecil is special. The evidence she holds is enough to ruin his reputation. If she wants to threaten him, there is no need to use roundabout means. Cecil left in a hurry. After a few seconds, she came back and said with a strange look on her face: "One more thing." "Please say." "If Dias achieves great success as a witch and becomes obsessed with power and is unwilling to change back to a man, and loses the right to legally learn and use magic, what will you do then?" Corneille was a little unhappy: "What nonsense are you talking about? Dias has always wanted to be a manly man, but his physical condition prevents him from doing so. Strength is nothing. Please don't joke about other people's pain!"
“…Let’s just take it as it is.” Corneille bid farewell to the doctor, who promised to find a reliable teacher who could teach magic and keep it secret as soon as possible, and to prepare medicine. After these two things were done, Corneille's weekly "voluntary cooperation" agreement was activated. When the carriage disappeared from sight, Corneille turned around and looked up, his eyes meeting Dias in front of the window. He quickly came to his best friend's room and saw that the latter looked uneasy. "Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere? Or are you still having some confused thoughts? Don't worry, just speak out." He said with concern. "No, I'm fine. Aunt Cecil said I can change back and maybe even regain my health. Compared to the bright future, the suffering I'm facing now is nothing." Dias raised his head and looked at Corneille. "I have only one thing to ask you, Pierre. You must tell me the truth." "Go ahead." "I look like that woman, whose maiden name was Marie Angelica Barbarigo, who once showed me motherly love but kicked me away after my father died?" Corneille could not help but look at Dias's face: the round face, the lake green eyes protected by thick eyelashes, the delicate nose and the tender lips, all made him think that the person in front of him overlapped with the portrait of Angelica in her girlhood. If her hair could shine like gold dust, if her cheeks could be as rosy as flower petals, if her eyes could be as calm as lake water, then she would be exactly like Angelica who had just entered puberty. Even so, Dias still touched Corneille's memories: when he was still a child, he was guided by the Duchess without any defense to roam the gallery, and a series of portraits recorded Angelica's life. Corneille paused under a portrait of Angelica when she was 13 years old because she was so petite in the painting and seemed like two different people in subsequent paintings. Angelica was a little shy at first, but then she spoke with relief about how she was afraid of her developmental problems when she was 13 years old, and how she did many ridiculous things in an attempt to grow up quickly. Angelica described this experience as a dark history that made her cheeks burn, but Corneille clearly saw that her lake green eyes were filled with joy. This light is rare. It was not until ten years later, when the funeral of the former Duke was held, that Corneille captured a similar joy. However, he knew that the cause of death of the former Duke was suspicious... The chill pushed Corneille's consciousness back to reality. He looked away and said perfunctorily: "You are her child. It is normal for you to look like your mother." “I don’t want to be seen as the next Angelica,” Diaz said. “No one would think that.” "But Pierre must have looked at my face and thought of your mother," Dias whispered. "Your eyes seemed to light up. It must be a happy memory." Dias's words made Corneille feel the absurdity of yesterday happening again. This time he was Angelica, and Dias was Corneille... No, yesterday must not happen again. The doctor was right. He could not step into the same river twice in his life! "I was just thinking about your childhood. You were very naughty for a while." Cornelius turned around and pretended to be relaxed. "Now that things have come to this, don't think too much. Let's eat first." Chapter 4: Rain of Memories Eating was considered a top priority by Corneille. He had done research in advance and found out that Waite mainly grew corn and wheat, the former being the absolute staple food. Specifically speaking of the dishes, Weite cuisine includes extremely bland soups, colorful dishes with sour and spicy tastes, and sweet drinks with strong cough suppressant effects... None of these are to Diaz's taste and are not good for his health. So when preparing the team, Corneille had already considered bringing in professional chefs. Unfortunately, when the male chefs heard that they were going to Wettebon, a hellish place where men are eaten without leaving any bones, they all refused and would not do it no matter how much money they were offered. Corneille had to look for a chef among women, but most of the women with good cooking skills were married and unwilling to leave their hometown. So he had to change his approach: since the local chefs were unwilling to come, he would look for chefs in Merida who could cook other cuisines. The prices in Merida are very high compared to those in the Federation. The monthly package for Corneille and Diaz alone costs 600 dinars a year, while the annual salary for a novice engineer graduating from university is only 1000 dinars in the first year. Diaz's gender change made Corneille suspicious of restaurants that provided monthly services, and he planned to find someone among his subordinates who was willing to change his job to a chef.
Dias didn't think too much about it. After her gender change, she had a good appetite. If Corneille hadn't been worried about digestion problems, she would have eaten more. Dias stayed in the room until Cecil brought new news. People in the mansion were used to it. As long as Corneille was there, they had a backbone. Corneille gathered the heads of several teams in the living room. First, he made changes to the configuration and duty hours of the security team;