However, the insurance measures he and his companions used on the "Two-Tailed Mermaid" could not be applied to Polly, and Polly had her own firm stance, which made the act of hiring Polly extremely risky. But Polly's ability to move at high speed is very useful in dealing with possible conspiracy of Count Marseille. Under the pretext of picking up Dias, Corneille came to Polly, but the weighing of risks and benefits made him not speak immediately. Polly felt uncomfortable being stared at by him. She took a step back and said fiercely: "What do you want?!" "I have a job." "Is it about the Discipline Tower?" "Ah." "Don't do it!" Polly crossed her arms and shook her head in denial. "Don't you want to hear about the reward?" asked Corneille.
"Last time I asked you, you rejected me and treated me like a thief. Now you're calling me again. I have my dignity too!" Gao Naiyi opened his palm and said: "I'll give you this number." Polly's tail wagged, and Corneille, guessing she was impressed by his offer, took a step in Polly's direction. He took a step forward and Polly took a step back, until they were backed up against the shadowy wall of the trees. Polly's face flushed slightly and her tail wagged even more. For some reason, ever since the thunderstorm night in Nebuchadnezzar, Polly felt a fire building up in her heart, which would occasionally stir her body and soul during her free time or on a quiet night. She went to a hospital that specializes in treating people of different races. The doctor asked about her lifestyle and arranged for some tests. Polly wanted to be diagnosed so that medical treatment could solve the anger that was bothering her. As a result, after receiving the report, the doctor said that the examination indicators showed that her body was still healthy, but she was not recommended to continue eating seafood with beer, otherwise her joints would suffer in her later years. Who asked you this? Waite's current medicine, the analysis and treatment of mental conditions, optimists see "a promising future" and pessimists see "nothing can be done." Therefore, the doctor had no good solution for the mental problems that Polly was concerned about. He only suggested that she exercise more, eat more fruits and vegetables, have a regular schedule and get at least eight hours of sleep, and think about things that make her relax or happy. If these problems still cannot be solved, she suggests that Polly try her luck at the Church of the Holy Fool, where the nuns may be able to give her "revelation" or at least get "care". There was no way Polly would go to those lunatics who practiced sacrificial magic, and the doctor's advice was of limited use. As soon as Corneille appeared, the restlessness would return to her body and mind. She once suspected that Corneille had used evil supernatural powers on her, but after using props and her other supernatural power to search, she found that it was just her delusion of being persecuted. Then, I am not sending him... As soon as the shocking thought came into Polly's mind, she suppressed it herself. Impossible, absolutely impossible! Dias personally proved that Corneille was a human being. Her physiological mechanism determined that there would not be a development that would bring disgrace to both of them. The scent of Waite's soap was lingering, Corneille had taken her afternoon bath, and now when he approached Polly, the latter still sensed the scent of vanilla from him. Polly felt her face getting hot.
"I apologize for my defensiveness," said Corneille. “No!!!” "Don't you think about your retirement?" "Don't do it!" "This matter does not violate your loyalty to your master at this time." "No." "Dias will be very sad if you do this." “No…” Polly's answers became lower and lower, and her tone became weaker and weaker. Finally, her replies even had a clamping sound, and her legs unconsciously clamped her tail. "I seemed to hear my own name." Dias' voice came from behind. Corneille turned around and saw the curious Dias at first glance. Then he saw Anne behind Dias, and the magic light was disappearing from her fingertips. Obviously, Anne's magic disrupted the vague connection (one-way) established between Corneille and Dias due to the "Golden Oath". "I have a work to give to Miss Polly, but she is very much disposed to refuse it," said Corneille. "Then don't force her," Diaz said. "Yes, she has her own standpoint. We are hiding things and intentionally isolating her, which also puts her under a lot of pressure, so -" Corneille looked at Polly and said, "It's time for the witches' pranks to end. We will apply for a replacement guard who shares our stance." Polly was obviously panicking. She whispered, "Why do you want to change people? I haven't done anything wrong to you." "Pierre, aren't you being a bit bullying?" Diaz said in a low voice. "No matter how much Miss Polly likes her job as a male escort, she can't be so flustered. Your master ordered you to follow us, but she didn't tell you why, right?" "?!" The animal ears on Polly's head stood up, looking particularly stiff, and her tail drooped again, almost filling the gap between her legs. After a few seconds, perhaps realizing that she was being too cowardly, she stretched out her hands to press down her ears, saying, "I refuse to answer!" Anne sneered: "Stupid dog, do you feel that your brain is not enough? Without the master's order, you don't know whether to accept Mr. Corneille's invitation: If you refuse Mr. Corneille's invitation, he will apply to the Male Management Department to replace you, which will be against the orders of your master. If you agree to Mr. Corneille's invitation, you will also go against your master, because you are a stupid dog, and it is easy to get into trouble if you make decisions on your own, so your master did not give you the decision-making power. " "Ahhh, shut up, demon!" Polly glared at Corneille and said, "Wait till I take the Duke back to the mansion, and then we'll duel! If you win, I can do whatever you want me to do! If you lose, I won't take your job, and don't even mention replacing me!"
Chapter 52 "I Won't Run Away" Anne's surprised expression of "Are you sure?" offended Polly and made her angry: She knew that if she fought Corneille a hundred times, she would only win once, but she wanted to take this opportunity to put an end to the source of her recent physical and mental confusion. Dias tried to save the situation: "Miss Longueville was just joking, Miss Polly, don't take it too seriously..." "No, I made the decision after careful consideration!" Polly's pupils were full of fighting spirit. "How can we know if we don't try? Nothing is so absolute." "As a reward for your courage, I'll bet on you to win." Anne smiled and stuffed a 50-dinar Waite gold coin into Dias's hand and said, "Congratulations, I lost." Anne stopped her prank only after Corneille's look, but Polly was already furious. Polly's will to fight was fierce, but the result was tragic. In the garden attached to the mansion, she drew her sword and challenged Corneille. She only remembered that Corneille swung his sword, and the trajectory of the weapon turned into a cold arc of light, slashing into her field of vision. Can't win. In the first round, Polly felt a strong and desperate sense of frustration. When was the last time she experienced this emotion? It was in my childhood, in the courtyard where the morning light was shining, dewdrops were still lingering on the branches and leaves, and the birds were singing happily. My father's figure was tall and deep, and the sword he held was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting my fear. "Miss Polly, being distracted during a fight is not a sign of respect for your opponent." Corneille's voice penetrated Polly's memories and brought her back to reality. The cold arc of light wove a suffocating attack, as if her life would end if she took a wrong step. After suffering losses in several head-on confrontations, Polly tried to fight in a mobile manner, but Corneille was more familiar with the terrain. Under his "encouragement", Polly found herself moving to a space where maneuvering made little sense, leaving her with only a head-on confrontation. "Don't you need superpowers?" Gao Naiyi asked. "You didn't use magic either." "A classical fighting spirit." Corneille's sword glowed with blue light. "You will regret this, Miss Polly." When Polly woke up, she found herself wearing a bathrobe and a strange woman wrapped in black clothes with no skin exposed was touching her body. "Ow!" Polly thought she had been badly hurt, and reflexively bit the offending hand. Melusina sighed and calmly took off her silk gloves, but her charm had little effect on the alien, and Polly still bit Melusina's fingers. "what!" This time it was Melusina's turn to scream. "Mr. Corneille, come and help me! It hurts, it hurts, please let me go, I don't mean to hurt you!" Corneille rushed over after hearing the news, sighed, took off his patterned silk vest, walked around behind Polly, covered her eyes with the vest, and applied pressure on her throat. Polly opened her mouth because of the feeling of suffocation and foreign body. The darkness made her uneasy and lost her ferocity. Her struggle in Corneille's arms became less intense and finally quieted down, leaving only the sound of gasping.
He loosened his hold, pulled the slipping robe over Polly's shoulders, and retracted his waistcoat. Polly covered her chest and whispered, "See?" "You are a warrior in his prime, but if you keep going like this, your prime will soon be over." Seeing Corneille's calm face and clear eyes, Polly was stunned for a moment, then smiled with relief: "Does the assessment of strength take priority? You are really like my father." "I hope you two have a good relationship, otherwise, I might be implicated." Polly stuck out her tongue and said, "It just so happens that I have some complaints about him. You will have to bear it in the future." Melusina looked at the teeth marks on her fingers in shock. If she hadn't concentrated her magic power to defend herself, she would have been bitten and bled, or even had a piece of flesh bitten off. Concentrate magic power?! Melusina then remembered that her hand was within Corneille's field of vision. She was about to remind Corneille not to look at it when she saw Corneille's eyes fall on her fingers. "Are you okay?" Gao Naiyi asked with concern. "You are... okay?" Melusina asked hesitantly. "Well, I feel the pleasure of Dias getting married successfully and having his baby recognize me as his godfather... It seems that I can withstand the charm of Miss Melusina's hands." How can it be! Melusina knew that in the desperate situation just now, she had gathered a lot of magic power in her hands for defense, and the resulting charming effect was irresistible even for a transcendent. "Mr. Corneille, are you a human being?" she asked uncertainly. Gao Naiyi was a little confused: "Did I make you angry again recently? Before, you just said I had no male virtues, why did you revoke my human rights now?" Melusina put her gloves back on and said, "That's not what I meant, but the effect of the charm you are under shouldn't be this level." "Perhaps the extraordinary power I possess makes me resistant to charm?" Gao Naiyi said uncertainly. Melusina was stunned for a moment, joy and anticipation spreading through her body, as if she was bewitched by Corneille. In an impulse, she grabbed her veil, and just as she was about to lift it, Corneille quickly caught her. "Do you remember what you said?" he asked. Melusina came to her senses and whispered, "I'm sorry, I just thought of someone who could resist the temptation, and I felt like I finally didn't have to wear this set of clothes..." "I understand, but please don't try it lightly. If I get charmed, you won't be able to escape." Melusina felt her face flushed. She didn't know why, but when Corneille grabbed her wrist, looked down at her, and said calmly, "You can't escape," she actually felt her body go limp. She didn't even dare to look into Corneille's eyes. Her heart was beating so fast that it almost jumped out of her chest. A sweet feeling of humiliation swept through her body, almost making her say "I won't run away." At this moment, a basin of cold water came at the right time, but it was not pleasing to her to extinguish her pink fantasy. "Have you forgotten me?" Polly said gloomily. "Can someone explain what's going on?"