If her subjective perception = objective fact, I would certainly be angry about the story of my respectable opponent. A legendary warrior should not have ended up like this. But there are too many details to understand here. Before I can fully grasp this matter, the only thing I can believe is that she is Rodrigo Don Rodic - A lot of details of the battle that are unknown to outsiders, the response of 'Sulena', the unique trauma... If she is a fake or a disguise. I admit it. With such deception ability, they deserve victory." After waiting for a while, Don Rodique slowly woke up. She grabbed her collar with her hands and said, "Corneille, it's not a coincidence that you came to me. Tell me, what do you want me to do? As long as you can get me out and help me complete my revenge, my life is yours!" The appeal of No. 96 made Corneille fall silent. It was not as difficult to rescue a foolish and guilty witch as it was to rescue Rodrigo Don Rodique who was framed by conspiracy. Corneille used favors to discipline the Talaios in order to strengthen Diaz's power and give Isabella Trastamara a token of her allegiance in exchange for her subsequent assistance. These are all based on considerations of interest, not emotion or justice. He must consider the benefits and risks, not listen to his clenched fist. Don Rodick wiped his tears, waiting and full of hope. As time passed, the spark of hope died out and her eyes returned to being dull. When Corneille was about to say "sorry", she calmly said: "Next, I will attack you, so that you have an excuse to execute me."
"You will be relieved, but I will not benefit from it," said Corneille. "Mr. Don Rodic, be patient for a while, and things may turn out well." Tang Rodick showed a desperate expression: "It's impossible to turn the tables. Sooner or later, my memory will be blocked again, and I will become the fool in the eyes of the guards again." Corneille showed a look of reluctance: "...I will discuss this with Dias, the third Duke of Alva, whom I currently serve. Wait, you have already waited for 5 years, you should be patient and wait a little longer." Don Rodique is no longer a fool, but she has lost hope and is as silent as she was when she was a fool. She is alive, but people feel that she is dead. Melusina grabbed Corneille's arm and said, "I can't bear to see it. Even by the standard of ingratitude, his wife is too ungrateful." "Unfortunately, by federal standards, this was a minor incident that was forgotten within a few days." "?!" "A flour merchant gave 40,000 dinars to each of his two daughters, and died in a cheap apartment, without any of his daughters coming to take care of his funeral; Relatives’ wills were tampered with or burned, mothers exploited their children, husbands stole from their wives, and besties encouraged their friends to cheat; The wife murders her husband by taking advantage of his love for her, sometimes driving him mad or turning him into an idiot, in order to live in peace with her lover; Some women teach their sons or husbands to eat, drink, gamble and have sex so that they will die early and leave their property to their illegitimate children or lovers. Men do similar things. Despicable things always happen again, despicable people always rise, fools and good people go to hell, and their sufferings are the dinars spent by the big guys. And I send the good, the bad, the fools and the smart people to hell, and their lives are exchanged for the dinar banknotes, honor and respect in my hands. I am not one of those evil people, but I am not a good person either. So I can calmly and with my fists clenched, tell you these stories that are normal in the Federation. " Melusina was silent. “The Federation is not a paradise, if you want to move there, you’d better think carefully. However, if Dias can return home as a real duke, you can live a happy life in Eagle County under his care." After telling Melusina these things that he couldn't tell Dias, Corneille felt less depressed.
He opened the door. Dias was leaning against the window in a daze. When he heard footsteps, he reflexively looked towards the source of the sound. Corneille winked at Dias, who asked Polly to buy souvenirs. Polly hesitated, but when Corneille took out the money and put it in her palm, her steps immediately became brisk. "You see, this is the way to deal with the dog-people. Money can impress them more than words," said Corneille. Dias hesitated: "But, the bill you gave Miss Polly just now was a counterfeit bill, the one you mentioned before." "That way, I'll have something to distract her later." Corneille and Diaz returned to the room and talked about Don Rodic. Diaz had experienced the pain of having a home and being betrayed by his family, so he felt empathy for Don Rodic. "If what she said is true, I want to... help her," Diaz said. "If we can get her out, she can indeed provide strong immediate combat power, but if we fail, we will have no chance of recovery." Corneille looked at Dias seriously and said, "The best outcome for you is that you will stay in Waite as a witch like Isabella. The worst outcome is that you will be recalled to Eagle County and be your mother's puppet for the rest of your life." "But if we can't obtain enough immediate combat power, wouldn't we just be puppets under Her Highness Isabella's command?" "…That makes sense. That guy is no pushover either." Dias was inspired to speak his mind: “Number 96 is on the same level as the other two purple-labeled Guilty Witches, but Rodrigo Don Rodic’s value is unique. Pierre, I want to take a gamble. At worst, you can run away with me, and we can go back to your hometown and live in seclusion together. I take care of the housework and write something as a side job, and you work outside... We support each other and we can always get by." "Young Master, you are too naive about life in the northern towns." Corneille was a little helpless. "You are not familiar with Don Rodique, can you gamble your duke's career for her?" "Not for Don Rodique, but for you, Pierre. I know you want to save her, but for my sake you have to give up sentimental thinking. I am here to remove your restrictions. I like you as a warrior better than the Duke of Alva." "It's all nonsense," murmured Corneille. Dias smiled and said, "If I were a proper duke, I would be more stable than anyone else. But I am just an empty shell, so I can be a little 'nonsense'. Pierre, I hope this statement will not make you sad." "No, it was an unwise gamble, but thank you for relieving me of the burden of responsibility." Melusina was feeling a little jealous watching from the side. Corneille kept talking to her about random things, but Dias could make Corneille change his mind in a short while. What allowed Diaz to control this powerful weapon? What prompted Corneille to choose a weak master? Corneille waved his hand outside her veil, startling her. She then said, "There are two urgent matters: first, to stabilize Don Rodique's mentality, she is on the verge of collapse; Second, if she saves her life, the enemy might notice that her memory has revived and choose to harm her. I will find a way to deal with the second point, and the first point depends on you. I am a person without love, while you have too much love. " At this time, Polly came back angrily. Corneille went up to her and apologized to her for the counterfeit money. He then took Polly out shopping to make amends so that the people of the Three States Alliance would not know about the recovery of No. 96's memory too quickly. Diaz and Melusina were left alone in the room. Melusina hesitated for a moment and then said, "Mr. Toledo, I want to confess something to you. It is up to you to decide when to tell Mr. Corneille and Mr. Don Rodic."
Chapter 29 A Moment of Remembrance In June 1129, when the sun was high, Rodrigo Don Rodico was lying on a chair, chewing some iced fruit, watching his wife sitting by the swimming pool, her calves submerged in the water, swinging happily. Shimanna is over 40 years old, but thanks to the expensive potion "The Banshee's Gift", her body still maintains the beauty and vitality of her peak. In Don Rodic's eyes, his wife was lovely and honest, but she was too enthusiastic about religious affairs, and therefore hated Isabella Trastamara, who lived in Waite, the Holy Land's greatest enemy at the moment. "My dear, if you can chop off Isabella's head, all those clowns who question you will shut up." Shimanna's feet disturbed the reflection in the pool: "We will live a better life. The goddess' followers will increase by an order of magnitude, and everyone will treat me as the 'hero's wife'. But, Robbie, you have long been my hero." The woman left the pool, her wet feet making a clacking sound on the bricks. Don Rodick's vision suddenly darkened, and the long chestnut hair that he loved so much and the face that he could never get tired of looking at blocked the light of the scorching sun. Shimana gathered her hair, took a sip of milk, and leaned over to give Tang Luodike a kiss. In recent months, she always liked this tune, and after the kiss, she would wrap him up with her hot and juicy body. In the past, Don Rodick thought that Shimana was loyal but not interesting enough. Even though he loved her deeply, he had to admit that her boredom was destroying their love. When people reach middle age, the life of couples turns from passion to gentleness, from love to companionship. Supernatural powers and drugs keep their bodies young, but the decline of their spirits is irreversible. Don Rodick accepted the reality and planned to spend his life with his wife as a lovely and respectable friend. However, in recent months, Shimana has become more proactive, as if she has suddenly understood the fun of life. Like a young girl who has experienced love, she brings Tang Luodike a passion he has never experienced before. This was good, except that it was unlike Shimana. When Shimana was young, she had never been this interesting. Don Rodick therefore suspected that his wife had betrayed their marriage, but after a brief investigation, he felt guilty about his suspicion. He felt that his wife's changes and his suspicion were caused by his frequent business trips, and he chose this kind of life to repair the rift in the couple's hearts caused by the accidental death of his beloved daughter, Sulena. Now, he thinks it's time to move on and his life needs a child to complete the last piece of the puzzle for a happy life. Shimanna’s initiative probably means she wants a child. Unfortunately, the uninvited guests disturbed his good time. The visitor was a senior clergyman of the state religion, and he conveyed the order of Anmita, one of the seven cardinals of the state religion. Anmita supported Don Rodic, and he could not say "no" to the order of his benefactor. "The Toledo family's extraordinary people invaded and disrupted the plan to celebrate the 28th anniversary of the establishment of the Holy Land State... What is going on?" The 43-year-old Don Rodick had long lost the enterprising spirit of his youth. Rather than fighting in the battlefield to gain fame and fortune, he would rather guard his family property and live with his beloved wife for the rest of his life. However, Shimana was proactive. She prepared clothes for her husband's journey and personally checked maps, unique medicines, rations and other supplies. Seeing her busy, Tang Rodick's eyes became moist and motivation surged in his heart. "Robbie." On the night before departure, Shimanna rested her head on Don Rodick's arm and said, "Be careful when you are outside. Especially that guy named Corneille. I heard he is very powerful and ruthless..." "It doesn't matter. I don't know how many future stars I've killed along the way. Although it was cruel to Corneille, I am his rookie wall and the end point." "Ah."
The two of them were intimate for a while, and Tang Rodick said: "Actually, there is something I forgot to tell you. I have been using a contraceptive device in recent months." Shimanna sat up suddenly. Tang Luodike explained: "Ah, don't get excited, this is what I think: if we don't calculate the date correctly, it's easy for you to be at home with a big belly while I'm away on a mission. I think you will be worried or even anxious, which is not good for both the child and you. After completing this mission, I will apply for a permanent transfer to a local job, so that I won’t have to worry about having children. So I wear a birth control charm, which temporarily inactivates my seeds, but don’t worry, once I take it off, my fertility returns in a week or so.” Tang Rodick looked at his wife affectionately and stroked her long hair: "After this war, let's have a child. From now on, all my time belongs to you and our child." Shimanna kissed her husband's palm, got up on the pretext of going to the toilet, and hurriedly got up and left the room. A sensitive husband would have noticed that his affection had caused the other party to panic, and there must be something wrong here, but Don Rodick had returned to being a soldier, his mind drifting to the battlefield. He had a presentiment that he would not miss Corneille. On June 6, Don Rodick and seven other extraordinary people formed a temporary team and coordinated with the monks and nuns of the State Religion to head towards the northern mountainous area of the Holy Land. On June 6, the Toledo family's invasion plan failed and they retreated in a hurry, but the extraordinary people of the Holy Land were waiting for them on their way home. On June 6, four of the six groups sent by the Toledo family to the Holy Land were completely destroyed, one group fled back to the Highlands, and the remaining group, Corneille's group, was surrounded. Similar to the order Don Rodic received, Cardinal Anmita issued instructions to all the dispatched teams of extraordinary people, ordering them to "give priority to intercepting Pierre Corneille and abandon secondary targets if necessary." On June 6, a combat team of the State Religion encountered Corneille's team. The latter eliminated the former and fled. According to the reconstruction of the scene, Corneille used three kinds of Hathor magic. From this, Don Rodick understood Anmita's orders. The legal basis for the existence of the state religion comes from the "two orthodoxies": the orthodoxy of Hathor faith in the Federation, and the orthodoxy of the church in Hathor faith. Corneille's presence challenges this latter orthodoxy: A transcendent who has not joined the church obtained the divine magic bestowed by the goddess Hathor and used it to fight against the orthodox followers of Hathor... the impact is too bad. Therefore, the extraordinary people of the state religion showed amazing enthusiasm, blocked the mountain area and conducted searches. Don Rodic was not in a hurry, for he knew that the more anxiously the friendly forces pressed forward, the higher the probability that Corneille would bump into him in the end. As expected, on the morning of June 6, Don Rodic's team found Corneille's trail. In the battle of tracking and counter-tracking, the experienced Don Rodic was better. At the same time, through deception strategies, Don Rodique always misled Corneille, making him think that the group that was slowly following him was another group of pagan supernatural beings, thus disrupting Corneille's decision-making. At noon on June 6, his team caught up with Corneille's team. After a fierce melee, everyone else became a corpse or wounded soldier, leaving only the main generals of the two teams. Corneille is younger and more dangerous than Don Rodic imagined, and the armor with excellent protective properties cannot give him a sense of security. This is not the danger brought by Hathor's magic, nor is it most likely the danger brought by the Minerva protection in Corneille's sword, but the existence of this person, which is somewhat different from the "warrior" in Don Rodick's cognition. I wish I had waited for the other friendly forces. Don Rodic regretted for a second, then Corneille's danger rekindled his passion.
He threw the jug filled with wine over and said loudly: "This is the good wine I brought from home. Come and drink it to celebrate meeting and death!" The young man opposite was stunned for a moment, unscrewed the bottle cap, gulped down half the bottle, wiped his mouth, and threw the bottle over again.