"it is good." The door was open, Selena could have stepped out of the shadows, but Corneille's eyes stopped her behind the threshold. She held on to the door frame tightly, watching Merritt follow closely, keeping a distance of half a body length behind Corneille. Once upon a time, she was in Merritt's position, and by her side was Don Rodick. Merritt looked back as if she had sensed something. The lights in the Discipline Tower were lit up one by one from far to near. The pure white light might be too cold for the prisoners, but for her it was refreshing enough to drive away the summer heat. Naturally, she saw a string of crystal tears on Selena's face. On the way back, the people in the Discipline Tower looked at her with surprise again, forcing her to move closer to Gao Naiyi's hand. "May I ask why you rejected her?" asked Corneille. "Because I have no memories, I don't have any love or cruelty, only confusion." Merritt whispered: "It was dark where she was standing. I was afraid of the dark and didn't want to go over there, so I rejected her." Gao Naiyi was stunned for a moment and replied: "That's good."
"Besides, I fancy that M. Corneille expects me to refuse her. You brought me to her just to irritate her." "Yes, I used you. So like I said before, you can rest assured to have a good relationship with Diaz, but you'd better be wary of me." Merritt shook her head: "I'm glad I can be of use. It's better to be useful than not to be useful." "Who taught you this?" "I thought so myself after listening to Diaz's story." Cornelius was a little unhappy: "This kind of thinking is a bit biased. People can't prove their own value only by living for others." "But, Monsieur Corneille, you are living for others now, too." "I am a typical example of a mistake. The past cannot be repeated, so even though I know it is wrong, I have no choice but to go on." "If someone as strong as Mr. Corneille cannot live comfortably, then I think no one, nor myself, should be too harsh on my life." Gao Naiyi laughed dumbly: "Strong? I'm not strong. What you see is just a bluff. You've come back again. I don't want to be a bad example and let you fall from one pit into another." "Pit? I don't think so. I think that I must have been loved deeply in the past. Dias and Miss Polly are both very good people." This is the case with Diaz and Polly, but what about others? Can approaching someone with utilitarian purposes be considered deep love? Corneille was silent. "Why, are you thinking about me?" Anne's voice reached Corneille's ears, and the flames fell from his head, but he pulled Merritt towards him. The next second, Anne caught Merritt's phantom, and the flames dissipated before burning Corneille. Anne smoothed her hair and smiled at Merritt. "Have some gentlemanly manners, Mr. Corneille. I want to get along well with the lovely Miss Merritt!" (Good evening, M. Corneille.) Sister Helena also entered Corneille's field of vision. As the weather got hotter, the two of them were dressed cooler: Anne's sleeves and back were boldly cut out, while Sister Helena's skirt was cut above the knee.
The former's evil intentions and the latter's inhuman body made it impossible for Corneille to waver in the slightest. Despite this, he still glanced at them politely to show that he did not ignore their outfits. "Why are you two here?" he asked. "I was ready to go on vacation, but someone made some news that forced me to come here to see if my investment was wasted," said Annie. (I've always been here.) "I thought the nun would come out to help me," said Corneille. (Mr. Corneille's remaining balance is not enough for me to directly fight against the Spirit Blade Knight or the former King of the Forest) "So, what else can it do?" (In my absence, I will lend you my magical creations to safely assist you from a distance.) "Thank you for your concern. As you can see, I'm fine. Goodbye." Corneille was about to leave, and Meritte bowed hastily, turned around and followed Corneille. But Anne followed and said, "Don't be so unkind, let's talk?" "It's getting late. If you don't leave now, Miss Longueville won't be able to go home." "I'm not planning on leaving. I heard from classmate Diaz that the beer here tastes good." "'Dias-san'?" "Ah, we agreed to call each other by our first names. What, are you jealous?" Anne put her hands behind her back, bent down and tilted her head to look at Corneille, who said: "I sincerely hope that you two can develop a good relationship." Merritt looked around. Anne gave her an unfathomable feeling, and Sister Helena, who was dressed strangely, was not a good person to talk to. That’s when Polly’s recognizable voice came to her rescue— "Wow, there are more people. Sister...why are you here too?" Polly was eating a big bag of fried chicken. Outside the town of Nebuchadnezzar, there was a large chicken farm whose output was barely enough to sustain the town's consumption. Fried chicken, a luxurious and oil-wasting food, is naturally reserved for tourists. The living standard of the locals is about two stewed chickens a week, with extra meals on holidays. Melusina said sheepishly, "I barely managed to convince Miss Polly not to buy the wine, but fried chicken doesn't seem to be good for her health." Polly slapped Annie's hand away and said while protecting the food: "I can't eat this and that. Isn't life a torment? What's the point of living long?" "In addition to the self-limiting diseases of your race, you are also very likely to have gout. When I was a child, I saw many patients with gout, whether they were rich or poor, and their tortured appearance left a deep impression on me." Corneille said: "At that time, you were in so much pain that you couldn't walk and couldn't come to play with us." Polly bared her teeth, opening her mouth so that her upper and lower teeth made a crisp sound. Her teeth were well maintained... except for a small gap between her front teeth, where a piece of shredded chicken was stuffed, making her protest look funny. Polly stuffed the paper bag into Merritt's arms. Merritt's physical condition prevented her from eating too much, so she took a piece and passed the paper bag to Corneille. Polly took out a piece of gum from the small tin box and chewed it. Anne curiously pinched one and put it in her mouth.
Although it is called chewing gum, a woody smell hits you in the face, and when you chew it, the smell of paint fills your mouth. "What a strange taste." Annie said after spitting it out. "It is made of spruce resin heated twice and coated with corn starch. It costs ten dinars per box, and contains five pieces. One piece can be chewed for three days. It is perfect for killing time." Corneille showed a nostalgic expression: "I also chewed this thing when I was a mercenary. The cheap ones were made of birch tar. They tasted bad but were very refreshing. The expensive ones are made from the gum of the Pistacia chinensis tree. They taste better and are said to be able to regulate the stomach and intestines. However, only the pistacia gum produced in the city-state of Corinth has real frankincense, but that is too expensive. " Seeing that Sister Anne and Sister Helena had no intention of leaving, Corneille had no choice but to take them back to the hotel and asked the hotel owner to help run errands and buy some food worthy of their status. Anyway, Amalashunsa promised to pay for his expenses today, so why shouldn't he be generous? The innkeeper was beaming with joy. She asked her daughter to stay in charge and had the waiters serve the guests well, and she herself ran out happily. Corneille heard the voices of Cécile and Diaz, and Diaz also heard the sound of Corneille's footsteps - even though it was hidden among many footsteps, he could not have mistaken it. He opened the door, looked at Corneille, then at Merritt, and was relieved to see that they were both fine. "Everyone came in such an orderly manner." Dias talked to everyone, and Corneille stepped aside to give him the stage. Soon after, Cecil and Sister Helena, who looked bored, came over together, took out cigarettes, and puffed at the window. "It's a pity that Ms. Kennedy is not here, otherwise we could ask her for a good cigarette," said Cecil. "Kennedy?" "It's the witch from the Judgment Realm who worked with you before. The Kennedy family runs the largest tobacco company in Waite. Most of the women's cigarettes in the Federation are exported by their company." "I would rather seek an explanation from her. She was the one who actively engaged in the transaction at the beginning, and she is also the one who withdrew now." "Trading is for work, and escaping with injuries is for survival. Unlike the case of little Masa, no one wants to take this case involving the King of the Forest." Cecil handed me a cigarette: "To relieve my sorrow?" "No, take care of Dias. I may have to visit Her Highness Isabella and ask for her instructions... I don't want to get involved in a confrontation of this intensity. My three current goals are to do my best, not to take the blame, and to ensure the safety of me and Diaz." "Okay, go ahead. I'll take care of Diaz and make sure he's safe." Chapter 138 Fireworks Of course Cecil understood the meaning of "care". Because of menstruation, Dias was still taking the old version of the medicine, which had a shorter effect, to be on the safe side. At 11pm at the latest, Dias' body will transform into a female one, and by then, the sensitive Polly, the cunning Anne or the unpredictable Sister Helena will notice it... Everyone can play dumb, of course, but if they can't hide it well, there won't even be room to play dumb. "How do you plan to get to His Highness?" Cecil asked. "On horseback, of course."
"Then you won't be back tonight. Are you really at ease leaving Dias to us?" "You can trust what the doctor says." Corneille was lying. Among the people present, he believed only Merritt, then Polly, but not the other witches. However, these witches have different positions and are present at the same time to restrain each other, so Dias is safe. Corneille went to take leave of Dias, and bade him stay with Polly as much as possible while he maintained his dukedom, and sleep with Meritte and Cecile. Dias listened patiently and then said, "Your injury?" "It's out of the way." "I mean, what if someone sniped you mid-flight?" Dias was worried: "There is no divine magic, no spirit magic, and because of the incident with the 'Royal Killer', you are no longer as comfortable using 'Suliana' as before, and you have the wounds on your body. What if they send out a stronger Spirit Blade Knight? And the state religion, Archbishop Anmita, has lost face because of you, so will he send someone to capture you and turn you into a little boy? I... dare not let you gamble. Pierre, if I lose you, I don't know how to live, and I don't want to live anymore." Diaz's eyes were red, and he grabbed Corneille's collar tightly with such force that Corneille was reminded of the time when Diaz was nine years old and he secretly took her out to play. Dias is five years older than his sister Beatrice and his birthday is a week behind. The favored Beatrice spent a perfect night. Fernando was a serious man for once and did not fool around with any woman. He prepared beautiful dresses, toys, books, and her favorite olives. The Duchess held her beloved daughter in her arms, and kisses mixed with love fell like raindrops on Beatrice's face. The invited guests were also very tactful and praised the little princess of the Toledo family. Corneille was among the invited guests, and he gave her a brooch. Beatrice, with her childish willfulness, insisted on riding on Corneille's shoulders. Angelica stopped her daughter from making trouble, and Fernando also made jokes to smooth things over, and Beatrice's attention was temporarily diverted to other things. As a result, when she blew out the candles and made a wish, she remembered the incident again and began to call Corneille's name. This matter can be big or small. On a small scale, it is just the words of a child; on a big scale, it is an ordinary person insulting the personality of an extraordinary person. If Corneille didn't do it, he would seem narrow-minded; if he agreed, people would say he had no self-respect, and everyone would be looking forward to his reaction. Corneille fulfilled Beatrice's wish. He squatted down, let her ride on his shoulders, and slowly stood up by holding her legs. Beatrice screamed with joy. He took her around the hall twice, saying that he had fulfilled her wish and hoped that she could also fulfill his wish. Beatrice, who was in high spirits, quickly agreed. Corneille said that when Beatrice was celebrating her birthday, there were still children who had trouble getting enough food and clothing. He hoped that she could use her pocket money to bring some happiness to the children. "What's the big deal? I'll share what I can't finish with others. I want to pass on my birthday happiness to them. How do I do that? Should I bake a lot of cookies and give them to them?" Beatrice lay on top of Corneille and had a serious conversation with him about her charity work for the first time in her life. The embarrassment was resolved and everyone praised her as a kind and enthusiastic girl. Later, she felt sleepy, and Angelica picked her up and looked at Corneille with gratitude. Fernando also arranged a lucrative job for Corneille in return. Beatrice's birthday became a story of beauty, and the children of Eagle County gained practical benefits: Fernando, who had bought fame, renovated the orphanage, expanded its facilities and size, and established minimum nutritional and hygiene standards.
Angelica used her own money to distribute food supplies and new clothes to children from families with no income in the name of her daughter, and it became a regular annual event. Everything was fine, except Diaz, who no one cared about. Diaz attended his sister's birthday. Angelica said a few words to her poor son. Fernando only asked the housekeeper to take good care of him. Beatrice thought Diaz was boring, gloomy and uninteresting, so she didn't play with him.