"impossible!" “That was my first reaction, too.” Corneille presented the evidence, and the doctor trembled with excitement. This witch who was eager to create chaos in the world immediately took Corneille to Anne. "Miss Longueville, assemble!" Anne was changing her stockings. She glanced at the doctor with a hint of reproach, let down her skirt, and glanced at Corneille again. Unfortunately, she was a little too self-indulgent, because Corneille was blinded by the smell of Cecile's hair and didn't notice her charm. "I have seen doctors who would rather steam the cake before eating it, but Cecil is the only one who is so sloppy!" Corneille dragged Cecile into the bathroom. Cecile screamed and said that she had a disease that would kill her if she washed her hair. Corneille sneered and asked her to go and die. Finally, Dr. Cecil gave in and washed her hair crying, cursing Corneille. Anne folded her arms and watched this scene, only finding it interesting. Corneille treated the doctor as a cat, and the doctor treated Corneille as a dog. This friendship between the cat and the dog was strange but strong.
Anne used magic to dry Cecil's long hair, and then applied hair oil, and Cecil's hair turned back to light green. Although it was not pleasing to the eye, at least it would not cause poison gas damage to friendly forces. The teleportation magic was activated, and Anne brought Corneille and Dr. Cecil to the town of Redemption, the headquarters of the Church of the Holy Fool. The square kilometers of land centered on this area were all directly under the king's control. Waite's territory is divided into two parts: public lands jointly operated by a management committee, and royal domains under the names of the twenty-two kings of the forest. In terms of power, in order to avoid abstract things like Waite's circulation of twenty-three currencies, the autonomy of the king's direct territories was restricted in many ways. According to intelligence, before 999, the King of the Forest in the "Fool" Realm had a much larger direct territory than it does now, but because he made a big mistake, it is now only as big as it is now. It is conceivable that it is not easy to satisfy the witches in the "Fool" field with the output of square kilometers of land, so when Corneille revealed her identity, the people in the town rushed to see "Gao Shiwan". Cecil laughed and said, "Pfft, congratulations, Corneille, you have become the new unit of measurement, one Corneille = 100,000." "This is not funny, folks." Corneille had visited the Anglican churches in the past. In the big cities of the federation, the religious services of the Anglicans had become quite standardized. Rather than religious organizations, they were more like commercial companies engaged in psychological counseling, weddings and funerals, and elderly care. Their employees (monks and nuns) were well-trained. Compared to their counterparts in the state religion, the witches of the Church of the Holy Fool seem very lazy. It was clearly 15 ., but they were still eating. Black lace eye masks and long-sleeved gloves, important components of their "professional uniforms", were scattered everywhere. Several modified nun uniforms were hung on the benches, and one nun was sleeping soundly wrapped in a blanket. Corneille recalled the salon parties of the previous Duke Fernando. Since his decline, Fernando's entertainment became more and more perverted every year. He tried to persuade them, but the impatient Fernando ordered him to never attend a party again... and the Duke's party after dawn was in such a mess. The nuns... the witches cosplaying as nuns looked at Corneille with some curiosity. The boldest one even touched his butt, but he slapped her away. The witch was shameless and laughed loudly: "What a hot man, how much did I drink to have such a beautiful dream?" "I thought Sister Helena was not serious." Corneille hesitated. "Perhaps, she is the most serious one?" Cecil nodded: "The 'newcomers' still need time to adapt to the bodies implanted with magical creations, and they need entertainment to suppress the pain at the soul level. The work is naturally left to the 'seniors' and temporary workers who come here for the high salary." Corneille looked around. The witches of the Holy Fool Church might be lazy, but the magic in their bodies was as bright as the starry sky on a summer night. These witches were definitely not easy to deal with, and he had to be careful when dealing with them.
Chapter 32: The Sister's Care Deep in the church, Corneille saw Sister Helena listening to the confession of a sad-looking witch. The mosaic portrait on the stained glass was solemn, but the girl under the window was wearing light clothing. After a few seconds, the sense of incongruity between the two disappeared. Corneille whispered to the others: "Do any of you remember what the church looked like?" The two shook their heads, and Corneille said, "Yes, we were walking on the road, but we didn't see the church, and we didn't notice it until now. This is a magic that disturbs perception, so be careful." After the client left happily, Helena treated Corneille with freshly squeezed milk. Corneille asked, "What did the lady do just now?" (For this church alone, the bulk of its revenue comes from hearing confessions and giving advice.) "Suggestion..." (She had embezzled funds allocated to male welfare by the Waite Survival Department, the most important department in Waite today. She had committed a serious crime and would soon be sent to the Discipline Tower to begin a miserable life.) (I couldn't change the outcome, so I wanted her to have some happy memories before she was arrested.) (The confession of the Church of the Holy Fool is such a work: using the Holy to ‘enlighten’ those things that can be saved, and using the Fool to ‘care’ for those things that cannot be saved.) "Then I am very curious whether the Sisters will 'inspire' or 'care' me, after hearing what I am about to say," said Corneille. From No. 96 to Rodrigo Don Rodico, the difficulty and risk of retrieving him increased greatly, and Corneille felt obliged to confess to his allies. Anne asked curiously: "You killed her once, but she doesn't seem to hate you?" "We each serve our own masters. We have no personal grudges, so naturally there is no resentment. Moreover, fighting with them is a kind of enjoyment. It makes our blood boil, awakens our wildness, and we experience repeated changes of ecstasy and fear when we are on the verge of life and death..." Corneille still remembered the roar of the battle axe and the trembling of flesh and blood. Don Rodick, clad in heavy armor, was like a fortress, with a solid defense. However, the power of his counterattack should not be underestimated. During the probing phase, a powerful slash forced him to use the magic of Hathor. (Mr. Corneille paid the Church 100,000 dinars. We will not withdraw from the covenant until we have made a contribution worth 100,000 dinars.) (There are three key questions: First, who is Count Marseille's collaborator in Waite?) (Second, will the King of the Forest in the 'Emperor' domain allow Count Marseille to be ruined?) (Third, whether Mr....Ms. Don Rodick can live to see the moment when we figure everything out.) "Dr. Cecil and I are here to dig out the collaborator." Anne was very excited. "Although I feel sorry for that guilty witch, this is a sweet blood-curdling bun worth eating." "Diaz told me Sister Helena's plan, and I agreed. In this way, Mr. Don Rodick's personal safety can be temporarily guaranteed." Corneille said. "What about the wayward 'emperor' of the Trastamara family?" Cecil asked. Corneille replied: "She will certainly intervene, but she must also weigh whether her actions will cause her to suffer the resentment of both me and the Count of Marseille. So, she will probably play the role of mediator at first, so I don’t feel too much pressure.” (Very good, Mr. Corneille, since you are in charge of the investigation of the Holy Land, let me inquire about the intelligence of the Federation.) "Does the Holy Fool Church also have dealings with the Federation?" asked Corneille. Cecil poked Corneille in the ribs: "You are stupid. Do you remember what the family name Sister Helena abandoned was?"
"Barmak... yes, I remember now!" Waite was formally incorporated into the Federation, and after the two sides started exchanges, the Balmak family was one of the first witch families in Waite to do business with the Federation. In Waite, Barmak is not considered a prominent witch family, and has only lasted for three generations. Not counting Helena, there are only three witches left in the family, and the one with the highest status is just a "newcomer" in the field of "priestess". Because of their low status, it was easier for the family to change sides. In their communication with the Federation, they discovered a business opportunity: The sugar industry in Waite is well developed, the output is high, and the price of sugar is very stable, which is both a good thing and a bad thing: It allows Waite, an ordinary person doing manual labor, to add a packet of sugar to his tea and enjoy it during a moment of rest; For the witches who rule Waite, eating sugar at the same price as ordinary people is unbearable. The Barmak family aimed at this point, and they found the Toledo family, one of the prominent families in the Highland States, to join forces. On the one hand, they transported cheap Waite cane sugar to Eagle County, where the Toledo family sold it on their behalf, splitting the profits 50-50. On the other hand, they obtained federal beet sugar from the Toledo family and transported it back to Waite for sale. Beet sugar production in the Federation has only been around for half a century and has not been promoted throughout the Federation. The beet planting area is limited, the yield is limited, and the relevant production technology is not mature. The non-sugar substances in beets make Federal's beet sugar sometimes taste grassy, salty, or even bitter, and its taste is not as good as cane sugar. In order to make potential customers accept the mixed taste, the Barmak family used the witchcraft and metaphysical theories of traditional federal medicine to prove that this taste is beneficial to health. The charm of traditional medicine lies in its vague theoretical system, which is close to the predictions made by the witches in the city-state of Corinth after inhaling hallucinogenic gases. "A king will die", witches often threatened the rulers of the city-state of Corinth. They were right, the kings would one day die of old age, commit suicide or be killed by others, which confirmed the prophecy, but the prophecy was extremely useless. Therefore, no matter what theory the Barmak family invented, they could find corresponding theoretical support in the traditional medicine of the Federation, or in other words, they would interpret the vague traditional medical theories in a direction that was beneficial to themselves. Traditional federal medicine is quite popular among the Witches of Waite, and this popularity stems from a natural curiosity about foreign products. Before the witches realized the true nature of traditional medicine, the Barmak family vigorously promoted Federal Beet Sugar and achieved success. Corneille was once sent to deal with the disputes between the locals of Eagle County and the witches of Waite. These witches were used to being unruly in Waite, and after coming to Eagle County, they also attacked men at will, causing discord between many couples in families. The men of the Federation said they disdained the witches for being promiscuous, but their eyes were attracted by their exposed arms and calves, as well as their well-developed bodies. When they become the witch's lovers, looking back at their wives is like looking at a living corpse, without any interest. Corneille used force to suppress the riot, but the process was unremarkable. He didn't even have any specific memories of it. He only remembered buying some Vettel sugarcane wine as a gift. "Thank you for your help, Sister Helena. After I shifted my resources to the Holy Land, I was too busy to focus on other areas," said Corneille. (It's a pleasure to work with you, Mr. Corneille.) Sister Helena took off her lace gloves, and the moment Corneille held her hand, the delicate hand turned into an ivory-white magical creation, and he himself also emitted a fleeting light golden flash. Corneille felt as if he had been electrocuted. He shook his hands, and Helena put her gloves back on. (The main purpose of Hathor's magic is to preserve and reproduce life, which conflicts with the properties of magical creations obtained by sacrificing life, that is, sacrificial magic. The moment the two come into contact, an interesting reaction will be triggered.) "Sister, there is no need for such mischief," said Corneille.
(Last year, Her Highness Isabella visited the Holy Fool Church and left two useful suggestions: the first was to improve our nuns’ uniforms, using bolder styles and more beautiful appearances to leave a good impression on the public;) (Second, playing pranks on someone you want to befriend will quickly bring the two of you closer.) "I think this is a prank played by that prince on you." Corneille sighed, "Besides, why is it always me who suffers?" After the big talk, Sister Helena still had a small matter to do. She had a high status in the Church of the Holy Fool, and the nuns in the church were ordered by her to hold a formal ceremony for Corneille: Corneille sat on a bench, holding in his left hand a donation letter written in the name of the Duke of Alva, and in his right hand a letter of thanks issued by Helena in the name of the Church of the Holy Fool. Behind him, five nuns led by Helena looked at him friendly and happy. This scene was recorded by another nun using magic, framed, and hung on the donation wall inside the church. After finishing all this, Corneille was about to leave when he heard a call from behind. (Mr. Corneille——) Corneille turned around and saw Helena taking off her blindfold. She had no eyeballs, but two burning ivory-white flames filled her eye sockets. A second later, the flames turned into the shape of a pink skull. (You will not be alone. Accept the power, money and strength given to you by those who love you, and then enjoy life. This will be a very, very pleasant memory.) "I hope this is not 'care,' " said Corneille. Sister Helena stood there with her hands hanging down, sending Corneille away just like she had sent away the witch from the Waite Department of Continuation. Chapter 33 Laceration On May 5, Dr. Cecil arrived at the Discipline Tower. The Barbarigo family mercenaries outside the town and the Discipline Tower guards inside the town all greeted her. The reason why she was familiar with the former was because Angelica had a difficult birth when she gave birth to Beatrice, and it was with her help that the mother and daughter were safe. Later, the Barbarigo family specially invited her to the Knights' State to express their gratitude; The latter were in a money-making partnership with her: they would fabricate the illness of the guilty witch from time to time, or tamper with the loss of medical equipment, and keep 64% of the defrauded funds except for the part used to open up new channels. Cecil naturally took the best of both worlds, taking one from the Discipline Tower and then getting another from the pharmaceutical company. When the Knights gave a new era definition of "justice = money", guys like Cecil who were bold and had ways to make money became more and more unscrupulous. Number 96 is in the basement confinement cell, and last night she suddenly started talking nonsense about the Duke of Alva, as if she had taken away the Duke's virginity during the few hours she was away. This made everyone laugh. The Duke of Alva came here to fulfill his male obligations just to save face. How could a handsome foreign duke be interested in a fool with ordinary looks? No. 96 insisted on his own opinion and was confined to the solitary confinement room for three days. Cady, the head of the Discipline Tower Management Department, shared this with Cecil as a joke, and Cecil asked: "Do you still need her?" "Doctor, do you have any ideas?" Cecil said: "You know, I am in charge of a gilded group. In order to make those young ladies happy, I need a toy." "This... I'm afraid it won't work." Cecil pretended to be angry: "I have helped you so much in the past, but have I ever said 'no'? Now I am just using it as a prop for the young ladies, and I won't really hurt her!" "Doctor, doctor, don't be angry. Well, I'm going to tell you the truth."