"No, let's talk for a while." Corneille stroked the woman's smooth back and asked, "Where are you from?" "Binhaibang." "Then we are from the same hometown." Corneille was a little surprised. "Where do you live?" The woman reported the name of a place not far from Corneille's hometown. This made Corneille even happier, as the indifferent Hecheser would make people consciously form groups based on geographical and blood ties. "Why did you come here?" asked Corneille. "I came to Hequese to work and take care of my brother at the same time." Corneille remembered the previous noise and became alert: "So, where is your brother?" "He left me." The woman replied somewhat sadly, “I think I’m good to him, but he thinks I’m controlling him.
Even so, he is still my beloved brother. I have to take care of his life." "Has he any defect?" asked Corneille. "No, he's just weaker than me in every way. One of us has to take care of the household, so I decided to go out and work to support him." "Is this the beginning of your work?" asked Corneille. The girl shook her head: "No, I have a decent job, but my brother broke my heart, so..." Corneille instinctively sympathized with the girl: "You shouldn't have ruined yourself. Go find that bastard and settle the score. He is ungrateful." At this time, the wardrobe in the room made a sound. Gao Naiyi looked up, but the woman reached out and hugged him: "It's Feng, you've rested long enough, let's do it again." "I told you to stop wasting your time..." The woman didn't listen to him. She took the initiative to ride on him, guided Corneille to sit up, and hugged her. Her appearance and body were ordinary, but they exerted a wonderful attraction on Corneille. He hugged her and had sex with her as if he had merged into one with her, but at this time, the sound of the wardrobe continued to grow louder, as if someone was desperately banging on the door inside. Corneille looked at the wardrobe, but the woman put her hands over his cheeks and forced him to look at him. She was so powerful that he couldn't resist, like a meat pie being squeezed in her hands. The wardrobe made heavy bangs again and again, and the bed and Corneille's body screamed again and again. The tenderness had faded from the girl's body. She was greedy, hot and unyielding, just like, just like... The door of the wardrobe was knocked open, and something fell to the ground with a thud. Corneille's mind went blank. He was dizzy and gasping for breath and fell on the bed. He tilted his head to look at the floor and saw a woman who looked like the girl standing up and cursing, "You are crazy. You knocked me out and stuffed me into the closet, but you brought a wild man to my house for fun!" Corneille turned around and saw the woman still riding on him. The strange parts of her body gradually faded away and turned into a familiar shape. His face turned pale: "Mika, why..." Corneille's nightmare possessed him, sealed his doubts with a kiss, raised his head again and said: "As you can see, I have come to settle accounts with the rascal who tried to leave me." Chapter 1 The Morning After the Nightmare On April 1234, 4, Pierre Corneille woke up from an ominous dream and found that he had failed in his duties:
He should have been on duty outside the Duke's room all night, but he slept until dawn. What made him even more worried was that he heard strange light footsteps inside. Anxiety urged Corneille to draw his sword, and with a flash of cold light and sparks flying, the padlock on the door broke. He rushed into the room, his left arm in front, and the folding shield hanging from it stretched out. Corneille's eyes shone with blue light as he searched the room for hostile targets, but he only saw a young girl sitting on the edge of the bed with her head lowered, her body trembling. She had a slender figure and pale skin, and the light that shone through the gaps in the curtains turned her long hair into a shining golden river, flowing from the back of her head all the way to the bed. "Pierre, am I dreaming? If not... what on earth is this..." The girl looked up and shed a tear. The face that was slightly different from what she remembered made Cornell's eyes go dark, and a terrible guess began to brew in his mind. In order to verify his guess, he pointed his sword at the girl, and golden words appeared out of thin air and pressed his arm down. This was the Golden Oath, a strong bond that bound him never to harm his employer. Faced with the terrible truth, Corneille felt his stomach cramping and a sour and bitter taste rushing up his throat. He took a deep breath and said slowly: "Let me confirm, you are my employer, best friend, and the third Duke of Alba, Dias Toledo, right?" The girl wiped her tears and hugged herself helplessly: "I'm sorry, Pierre, I, I don't know what happened, I woke up and turned into a girl." Corneille felt dizzy and he hoped that he had a nightmare or that it was just a bad joke played by his best friend. Corneille and Dias were born in the Hathor Federation, where there are currently two active political forces: the Royalists and the Three States Alliance. Díaz’s father, Fernando Toledo, the second Duke of Alba, hedged his bets by working for the royalists but marrying a woman from the Triple Alliance and planning for his offspring: Although Diaz is the eldest son, he is frail, weak in character and developmentally retarded, so Fernando does not intend to let him inherit the title. Instead, he arranges for him to study abroad in Wetbon and makes corresponding arrangements for him. At that time, Fernando had three illegitimate sons and one illegitimate daughter, all of whom were healthy. Later, the Duchess gave him another daughter, Beatrice, which made him confident in his fertility. As a result, the Duke never had another child after Beatrice, and in his eagerness to regain his manhood, he became increasingly addicted to strange treatments that ruined his health. In January 1234, the second Duke of Alva died in his own manor. After the funeral, his eldest son Dias inherited his father's title and became the third Duke of Alva. There were some twists and turns in the process, but they were settled by Diaz's mother, Angelica, the late Duke's legal wife. In a blink of an eye, Angelica took over the position of the Duke in the name of proxy, on the grounds that Diaz was young and weak and could not fulfill the Duke's responsibilities, and executed her late husband's will to send Diaz to study in Wetbon. Angelica used her son as a puppet to gain power, and with the help from her mother's family, she successfully bribed or suppressed most of the relatives and important officials of the Toledo family. Corneille, who had served the second Duke of Alba for ten years, was one of the few people who stood on Dias's side, but Corneille was alone and weak among the retainers. The Duchess was finally satisfied and Dias was sent to Vettebonne. Corneille shared the hardships with his friend, personally formed a team, and accompanied Diaz to Vetten. They arrived in Mérida, the capital of Vetten, on March 3 and rented a detached villa. While others were busy preparing for their new home, he had already begun verifying the information about Waite. Wetland is the land of witches, where there is magic that can bring about all kinds of miracles, and maybe it can cure Dias's body. Moreover, there is still a chance of a turnaround in the Toledo family's power struggle... The turnaround is based on the fact that Diaz is the "male heir of the previous duke." Gender changes involve more than just disputes over succession; a weak and young female duke is not often seen as an ally, but rather an arouse of people to come in and usurp the family name, or take advantage of the claimed evil intentions. Dias's gender change was a huge blow to Corneille. Even if it wasn't the end of the world, there was no doubt that Corneille felt his life was falling apart. Seeing that Corneille looked unhappy, Dias thought he didn't believe what she said. In a hurry, she reached for the buttons of her pajamas with tears in her eyes, and two excited blushes appeared on her cheeks. The tearful expression of his friend woke Cornell from his thoughts of power: Yes, as a bystander, he found it difficult to accept the gender change, and Diaz, as the person involved, would only feel more painful and helpless.
Corneille put away his weapon, handed over his handkerchief, and looked into his friend's eyes: "Don't get excited, I believe you. It was my negligence that made you like this. I will make up for my mistake, I promise." Dias pinched the edge of Corneille's palm with both hands and rested her forehead against his palm. The rough but warm touch made her slowly calm down. She whispered: "It's not your fault, Pierre, I'm a little confused, but I believe you." Corneille made a decision: "I will go to the doctor. Before that, the news must be kept secret. I'll let you know that you are suffering from acclimatization and need to stay in bed to rest. Don't let anyone disturb you." Diaz nodded and lay back on the bed. He... She played the patient very well, because in the past 15 years, illness had pampered her more than health. Corneille tucked the quilt in for her, closed the door, and gave new instructions to the housekeeper. In a sense, in this mansion, he was the third Duke of Alva and had the final say. After going out, Corneille bought a ticket for a horse-drawn carriage. The horse-drawn carriage was Waite's main means of public transportation. Its "power source" was two horses, and the carriage was divided into two layers. The lower layer was a closed carriage, while the upper layer was an open-air seat. Including the coachman, it could carry up to twelve people. Corneille's face has strong lines, his body is tall (187cm) and strong, and his coat and trousers form a black curtain, on which the weapons and armor flash coldly. He had black hair, which was rare in the local area, and wheat-colored skin, which symbolized health. So when he boarded the train, his presence was particularly strong, and several women who were chatting in the carriage looked at him at the same time. If it were somewhere else, the ladies would probably show a wary or nervous expression, but in Wertte, after a brief silence, Corneille felt a pair of greedy and lustful eyes falling on him. The ratio of men to women in Wetland is now an astonishing 1:10. In order to ensure the continuation of the ethnic group, local managers have taken many extreme measures, resulting in men, especially young men, becoming very popular. This is why the previous duke wanted to exile Dias to Vetebon: scarcity makes things valuable, and this useless son could be sold for a good price in Vetebon. Moreover, the witches of Wettebon are not interested in federal politics, so there is no need to worry about Diaz, who is weak in character, being used as a springboard to exert influence on the Toledo family. This "deal" once made Corneille sad, but now, when he brought Dias to Weite, he also had the utilitarian idea of finding a witch wife and ally for the Duke. "Excuse me, Mr. Corneille, but we can't leave now." The old driver rubbed his hands nervously and spoke in the local federal language: "'Glittering Corneille' is also a well-known figure here. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, you must be accompanied by a guard officer sent by the Male Management Department or an instructor sent by the Waite Survival Department." Corneille did not like the nickname "Flash". He flicked the hilt of his sword, and the driver was about to cry: "I know you can protect yourself, but I am afraid that the people from the Administration and the Survival Department will come to trouble me. They are terrible people." "Okay, I'll get off." Amid a circle of regretful looks, Corneille returned his ticket. When he was about to find other means of transportation, he heard someone behind him say: "What a coincidence, Mr. Corneille." Corneille turned around and saw a girl with a well-proportioned figure and beautiful appearance. She had a very friendly smile and her long black hair, which was as silky as silk, was tied into two ponytails. Her red eyes cast a curious but measured attention. Behind the girl, the light of the teleportation magic was disappearing. Corneille raised his eyebrows, and the girl, not at all ashamed of lying, introduced herself: "Anne Genevieve of the Longueville family, if you don't like 'chance encounters', then Mr. Corneille, our acquaintance is inevitable." Chapter 2 River The previous Duke made some preparations before "exiling" Diaz to Wetbon, part of which was to find several blind dates for Diaz who were of similar social status. Corneille took over the arrangement of the previous Duke and planned to let Dias meet these blind date candidates to see if there is any possibility of building an alliance. Of course, in personal feelings, he will respect the opinions of good friends. Anne Genevieve Longueville was one of Dias's blind dates, and she approached him right after Dias got into trouble... "What do you want, Mademoiselle Longueville?" asked Corneille. Anne explained: "What happened is that Mr. Toledo and I were in the same class, and the school appointed me as a special study partner to help him integrate into the campus, introduce him to the local situation, and coordinate his relationship with local students." "I see, it's fate." "Well, I want to say hello to Mr. Toledo first, but it's not in accordance with your etiquette to teleport directly to him. So, I appear before Mr. Corneille and hope you can convey my message to me."
"I will. I think campus life will be very pleasant with Miss Dias and Miss Longueville by my side." Cornelius made an apologetic gesture: "I'm sorry, he's not feeling well right now, so it's inconvenient for him to meet with you. I'm going to the academy to ask an acquaintance to diagnose him." "This is probably the pain of leaving your homeland." Anne stretched out her hand: "Come, Mr. Corneille, I will take you to the Academy." "Thank you, Miss Longueville." Corneille held Anne's hand, and she was a little surprised by this boldness that was not like the local men in Waite. The magic light distracted Corneille's attention, covering Anne's smile and the playful action of rubbing Corneille's palm with her little finger. In a blink of an eye, Corneille's eyes were filled with the lush trees and gray statues in front of the academy city. He sighed: "Magic is really convenient." Anne smiled and said, "It would be nice if I could help Mr. Corneille and Mr. Toledo." "I'll remember this favor. Thank you, Miss Longueville. I'll take my leave now." Anne waved her hand and watched Corneille hurriedly walk towards the academy. In her sight, Corneille was surrounded by golden light. "'Flashing Corneille' is a nickname that really lives up to her name," she said. There was no one around her, but a voice came from the air: "Corneille regards 'flare' as a shame, because it is not an honor, but a bondage." Corneille informed the guard of his name. Five minutes later, he was given a pass and walked unimpeded to an inconspicuous building to find the doctor he needed. The person wore gold-rimmed glasses and had fluffy and messy hair. Her light green hair had turned dark green due to poor cleaning, and her white coat was also colorful and dull in color, giving off a strange smell. This is Cecil, an eccentric bachelor who once served as a family doctor at the residence of the previous Duke Fernando. Fernando gambled on a "miracle" to regain his glory and made all kinds of unreasonable demands on the witch from Wetbon. For the sake of money, Cecil endured it for a long time, but in the end she got angry and criticized the Duke for being too humorous and wasting financial resources. It would be more practical to adopt a child or make the illegitimate child his legal wife. Obviously, their doctor-patient relationship was not going to be very good, so Cecil eventually quit his job and returned to his hometown to find a new job. She had a weak spot in Corneille's hand, so even after returning to her hometown, she did not break off contact with Corneille, otherwise it would be a great loss. Cecile failed to learn the essence of life. In this era, debtors are the bosses. Corneille, in turn, used the sunk cost effect to turn her into his effective network of contacts. "Dr. Cecil, I have something to ask you." Corneille said straight to the point. "what's up?" "Diaz's disease." "Oh." "What does 'oh' mean?" "Because I'm curious. When Fernando was still here, it was the Duchess who promoted you from the big mercenary group and gave you more resources. And you repaid her with a series of beautiful victories, so you have always been regarded as Angelica's person." Cecil pushed his glasses and said, "Normally, you should support Angelica and become her important subordinate, but the reality is that you caused me to lose money." Cornelius frowned: "Aren't you too immoral to bet on this kind of thing?"