Corneille does not talk about male ethics Author: Gray Descendant Summary: Many years later, when facing his wife who was about to give birth, Pierre Corneille would surely recall that distant afternoon when he took her, then a boy, secretly out of town to play. If line harbor The Vanilla was a three-masted sailing ship that set out from the Red Bull Port in the Primorsky State on May 1238, 5, passed through the artificial canal of Moshko, headed south along the long coastline of the country's eastern border, passed through the remains of the extinct country of Atlantis, and after a brief rest in the Holy Land, headed for the city-state of Corinth in the southeast of the continent. There, all kinds of goods were unloaded and replaced with popular olives, wine, porcelain and metal utensils, and then returned along the same route. This trade route took two years for a round trip, and was enough for a captain who worked for ten years (if the ship was not a joint-stock company) to accumulate a fortune of millions of dinars. But there is no such thing as free white herring rolls pickled in grape vinegar (the most popular delicacy in the coastal states). Bad weather, disease, market changes and pirate attacks can make captains lose all their money and go bankrupt at any time.
Gradually, confrontations at sea escalated. In addition to arming ships and crews, captains with sufficient funds would also hire extraordinary people to escort them. At the beginning, the extraordinary people were indeed very efficient in dealing with diseases and pirate attacks, but when there were extraordinary people stationed on all ships on the sea, it became a hell for ordinary people trying to make a living on the sea. On land, they can still escape to a safe place when supernatural beings fight each other, but on the sea, they have no escape. They will either die in the impact of the battle between supernatural powers, or jump into the water and be eaten as exotic food by some unidentified carnivorous alien race. Under such circumstances, those who dared to go out to sea had already put life and death aside. Some of them wanted to change their poor lives, some wanted to avoid debts or evade punishment, and some were even kidnapped onto the ship after getting drunk in a pub. In short, wherever they go, they seek pleasure and spend their wages, leaving almost no savings. With the incorporation of Waite into the federation and its limited opening to the outside world, sailors had another place to enjoy themselves - Waite's Cancun Port. The Port of Cancun is located in the north of Waite and is a notorious port: in ancient times, witches in the "priestess" field often took foreigners who strayed here to the Temple of Jupiter and slaughtered them in order to please the tree god they believed in. The only exception is Mokosh. When Waite was still an overseas province of the old empire, Mokosh had close business relations with Waite. Therefore, the Mokosh people were not among the witches slaughtered in the "Priestess" field. However, this bloody custom ended when the old empire completely occupied Weite, but the Weite people seemed to intend to make themselves "notorious". In the port of Cancun today, witches from the "priestess" field are still hunting. They will go to taverns, look for men they like, approach them, and use magic to understand the other person's true situation. If the situation was generally satisfactory, the man, or the victim, would be taken to the Temple of Jupiter. Following the modern sacrificial ritual, a black pig will be executed in his place, and then, in the presence of a witch of the "senior" level, the man will marry the witch who kidnapped him. In front of the bloody black pig corpse, the victims remained very stable and readily agreed to marry the witch. Considering that sailors can hardly use even sheep at sea, and it is often the little sailors who suffer, marrying witches should be a romantic comedy that people cannot complain about. However, Waite's unique "male virtue" culture has caused great physical and mental pressure on federal men who are used to freedom in the federation and are used to having a higher status in the family. Therefore, the sailors hoped to be taken away by the witch to be her wife, but they were also worried that their lives as husbands would be extremely miserable. Another more mediocre development is that the sailors spend the night with ordinary local women, or stay for a few days before leaving. Those women came with the purpose of getting pregnant with boys and changing their lives, so they asked for very low prices, but the process was very violent. The next day, the sailors almost had to return to the ship on crutches. In short, they still chose to dock and have fun, and wait until the next day to deal with anything after they sobered up.
The Vanilla entered the port at dusk, and after all customs and port formalities were completed, the captain allowed two-thirds of the crew to go ashore for evening entertainment. Among them was Corneille. This young man from a coastal state was a superhuman stationed on the ship. However, due to his shy personality, he did not arouse the awe of the crew members who kept their distance from superhumans. Instead, they put their arms around his shoulders intimately. According to Corneille himself, he was extremely talented in his hometown, but far inferior to his sister, so his parents made plans for him very early on, which was to assist his promising sister throughout her life. However, he didn't want to be a parasite in his sister's life, and the reputation of a brother-supporting demon would also cause trouble for his sister's choice of a spouse, so he ran away secretly - In less than a day, he was caught by his sister and taken home. That was the first time his sister beat him. The way she beat him while crying moved Corneille both physically and mentally. She was not moved, but terrified. The love his sister gave him was too heavy, and if he continued like this, both of their lives would be ruined. Therefore, Corneille escaped by any means necessary, and two years later, he escaped again. He became a mercenary in a daze and served under the second Duke of Alba, and became friends with the Duke's son Dias. However, when Dias was sent to Wette, his entourage was personally designated by the Duke. Corneille was not on the list, so he parted ways with Dias. When Diaz said goodbye to him, he gave him one of a pair of glass birds and said emotionally that they would meet again one day and the glass bird would be their token of love. This was a pale promise. Corneille was touched but did not believe it. Afterwards, he wandered around for two years and finally found a job on a ship... Before he knew it, he was already 25 years old. The promise was not fulfilled, but the glass bird was kept by him. After Diaz, he no longer had such close friends, most of them were just casual acquaintances. They arrived at dinner time, and the harbor was filled with the unique sour and spicy aroma of Waite fish soup. They sat down in a restaurant and ordered fish soup and bread to fill their stomachs. When night fell, they, who were thirsty, began the main event. The knowledgeable Mr. Tanhua led the sailors to a beautifully decorated street, but there were only ten people left with him at the moment. The rest had been seduced by the young girls leaning against the wall when they passed through those dark alleys before. "Those worthless people who sell their bodies in the alleys are either virgins who know nothing or low-end goods that have been eliminated. How can they satisfy people?" Mr. Tanhua laughed and scolded: "Don't learn from these people, if you want to come, come to these elegant shops - shops that witches will patronize. Brothers, whether you wake up the next day and return to the ship or appear in the witch's bed depends on your luck. " Everyone howled with joy and fear. Corneille didn't want to go, but in his previous life of wandering, he realized that being sociable was very important. I'll just have a glass of wine and then go back to the boat at daybreak, thought Corneille. Mr. Tanhua entered the cafe. Like the cafes in the Federation, it was filled with cutely dressed girls, but there must have been witches mixed in. The seats in the cafe are specially divided into private rooms, and the doors of the empty rooms are open to the outside. When the guests pay and purchase the set meal provided by the cafe, the girls will bring the set meal based on their own judgment, close the door, and start their four hours of happy time in the private space. The waiter on Corneille was a tall, red-haired girl, and because Corneille was determined not to have any affairs, he did not look at her face. But judging from her manner and gentle voice, she should be a very lovely girl. Corneille was thirsty because of the fish soup, so he just drank one cup after another. The girl next to him didn't say a word, but just poured wine for him. Whenever she came close, a pleasant aroma came. Cornell did not feel embarrassed at all. On the contrary, he felt somewhat happy because of the slight intoxication from the alcoholic beverage... until embarrassing noises were heard from all directions. "Ah, isn't this place soundproof?" he asked in a low voice. "Everyone comes here to have fun, and few people drink in depression like you do, sir."
The girl next to him took action, she turned around, sat on Corneille's legs, and put her arms around his shoulders. Because of the position, Corneille could see her drooping red hair and a hint of white bulge on her chest. "You don't have to be like this. I didn't mean that." Corneille said awkwardly. The girl stuck out her tongue: "If I do nothing, I will waste this night and get scolded." Her skin was soft and elastic, her body had charming curves, she exuded a pleasant fragrance, and her breath was as hot as her eyes, which also aroused Corneille's desire. He was a normal man, and he had lived a long life of abstinence at sea. When a beautiful woman threw herself into his arms, the instinct of life made him hug the woman in his arms. The two of them were entangled, the woman in his arms was disheveled and her eyes were blurred, and their scents had already blended together, but Corneille adhered to his bottom line and did not take the last step. He picked up the wine glass and took a sip. The woman in his arms put her arms around his neck, kissed him, and drank the wine from his mouth to quench her thirst. Her French kiss was very clumsy and she seemed to have little experience, but she had a passion that Corneille could not understand, which prompted her to serve him actively. "Are you a Wetter?" he asked. "No." "How many years have you been in Waite?" "Seven years." Seven years was also the time when Corneille and his good friend separated. Thinking of the young Duke and the glass bird he gave her, Corneille sighed with sadness. Considering that the girl in his arms is from another place, she is not a witch, but just a person engaged in the custom industry. Corneille asked: "Are you satisfied with your current life?" The girl said sadly: "There is nothing to be satisfied or dissatisfied with, it's just being alive." "Well, for most people, life is just 'living', nothing more than that." He consoled dryly. The girl was infected by the atmosphere and looked at him with a watery look. She put her long hair behind her back, and Corneille was sure that this was a signal to invite him to "continue". He put his arm around the girl's waist, but he had no intention of getting the best of her. The girl asked, "You are a sailor, right?" "Yes." "Oh, although you are badly beaten by the sea wind, you must have been a handsome guy in the past... By the way, what is the name of your boat?" Corneille replied: "It's not my ship. I was just hired by the captain to be a guard. It's called the Vanilla. It departed from my hometown, the Littoral State, and went to the city-state of Corinth in the south of the continent to do business, and then transported the local goods back to the Federation." "Pierre Corneille, then, is on board?" Cornelius was a little surprised: "You know him?" The girl gave an ambiguous smile: "No, it was someone else who knew him." "who?" "A poor fellow like me." "What does the woman want to know?" "She and Corneille were once friends, and she is probably nostalgic for their friendship."
Corneille could not remember any woman with whom he had a deep relationship, except for his nightmare-like sister, but his sister could not have appeared in Werther. After a while, the girl asked, "Is Corneille okay?" Corneille replied: "As healthy as I am." The girl showed a sad expression. She got down from Corneille, straightened her clothes, and her every move showed that she had received a complete etiquette education and looked very elegant. Why would such a person appear here and work in this industry? The girl left, and after a while she came back with a glass of water with lemon juice, sat on Corneille's lap again, and sipped the hangover drink into Corneille's mouth, kissing him. "Are you more sober now?" the girl asked. "Much better." Gao Naiyi hesitated. "So, what does the person you know want to know?" "Corneille served under the Duke of Alva. Although not for long, he was very popular, right?" Corneille nodded. He now suspected that the person the girl in his arms was talking about was a maid in the Duke's palace. “Then he left.” "That's right, because the Duke's legitimate son went to Wette, and there is no place for him there." The girl said: "Someone I know accompanied the Duke's son to Wette. At first, they were attracted by the strange scenery of Wette and lived happily. But then, the Duke died, and the Duchess who took power cut the expenses of the young master, the third Duke of Alba, and the two of them fell out, and the lives of Master Dias and his entourage became difficult. " Corneille's heart was gripped. "The witches were friendly to Master Diaz, but when Master Diaz became troubled, they revealed their evil nature. They seduced Master Diaz..." "Tempt him with what?" Corneille asked loudly. The girl was startled, a tear welled up in the corner of her eye, but a strange smile slowly appeared on her face, and she whispered: "They tempted him, he must find a new way out, he can have power, earn money independently, so that he doesn't have to be at the mercy of the Duchess anymore." At that time, Mr. Diaz's heart was more distressed than reality. He had no close friends, no reliable people who could share his worries, so he was tempted by the witches and accepted their advice... Become a witch." Corneille's mind went blank, and then he thought of a terrible possibility, but his lips trembled and he couldn't say it. The girl smiled miserably, opened her clothes, and took out a glass bird from her lining pocket, which was exactly the same glass bird that Corneille had. "Dias..." Corneille held his head, "What have I done?" Dias, who had turned into a witch, burst into tears. She hugged Corneille and said intermittently: "I came to the tavern to look for a husband and a man. When you came in, I recognized you. I didn't dare to recognize you, but the alcohol gave me courage... Pierre, I don't want to be touched by other men. If it's you, I can accept it. " Corneille could not accept this anyway, but as a witch, Dias had to find a husband. Among all the bad choices, Corneille was the best one. So, she acted like a witch and used magic to tie Corneille back to her home. Corneille shook his head frantically to show his resistance, but she actively bent down and completed the real intercourse. Corneille cried all night, and Dias, who was riding on him, also shed tears until dawn, but she never let Corneille leave her body.