Corneille let go of Melusina, who sighed behind him, mixed with regret and relief. "To put it simply, I knocked you out and your clothes were dirty, so I asked Miss Melusina to help you change your clothes and look after you," said Corneille. Melusina complained aggrievedly: "I saw that her muscles were tired, so I wanted to use massage to help her recover, but she woke up and started biting me!" "Oh, sorry, I thought you were going to molest me and perform sexual acts on me," said Polly. Melusina was shaking with anger: "I am a witch in the field of 'lovers'. My lover can only be a human male." "What about your husband? As I recall, witches in your field all go in pairs, don't they?" Corneille tried to smooth things over: "Ms. Melusina has high standards, she doesn't like ordinary men." "Mr. Corneille, I am tired and I would like to take a day off." Melusina's voice revealed the emptiness and fatigue after disillusionment, so Corneille had to ask her to go and rest. When Melusina walked away in a sullen manner, Polly looked at Corneille and asked, "Did I say anything taboo?"
"She is a very delicate and sensitive lady indeed." "Oh, then please convey my apologies later." Polly yawned, tears welling up in her eyes: "Why do I feel so tired?" Corneille replied: "I feel that you are not feeling well, so I let you vent it out by sweating in the battle." Polly's ears drooped. "Tsk, I feel like you still have some wiggle room in this dangerous battle?" "Your mind was in turmoil, so you gave me the leeway to guide you." Polly could only smile wryly at this obviously comforting statement. Corneille treated Polly to a simple meal at the Toledo mansion. After Polly's clothes were dried, she changed back into clothes and wanted to visit Dias. Dias's hair was now long and it was not suitable for Polly to see it, so Corneille tried to fool her. Polly felt a little strange, her sensitive sense of smell told her that there was a woman in this mansion who smelled similar to Dias. She did not delve into the matter, and before leaving, she agreed to Corneille's request. Despite the twists and turns, Corneille got a new card. Chapter 53 Will Win Before arriving at the town of Nebuchadnezzar, Corneille told Polly to hide in the carriage and wait for him to give a signal so that he could use his supernatural powers to send him into the town. He didn't want to play the Polly card, which would mean Angelica responding to his betrayal...but in the end, he still called out Polly. Through Polly's special ability, Corneille avoided a conflict with the mercenaries and arrived at the town safely. The mercenaries were caught off guard, as they did not have permission to enter the town, and it was too late to contact their superiors. Polly, feeling refreshed after her duel with Corneille, looked at him and asked, "You look miserable. Are you afraid of heights or do you have sand in your mouth?" "You were too fast. I drank some air and my stomach felt stuffy." "Tsk, I just don't want to tell the truth." Polly held out her fist: "It's leaking oil."
Cornelius raised his fist and touched hers: "No, in the common language, you should say 'come on' now." "That's what I mean. The longer you delay, the more money I'll take from you." "Be careful I might default on my debt." "It's okay. I'll go directly to Gaodibang to ask for my salary." Corneille and Polly said goodbye for the time being, and the latter hid in the town and would not appear until he gave the assembly signal... This was to deal with the guards of the Discipline Tower who might cause trouble for him. After Kadi resigned, his replacement, a scapegoat transferred from another place, saw a man arrogantly breaking into the Discipline Tower with an attitude as if he was back home. Such a man who lacks male ethics must be struck down hard! Just as she was about to sign an order for the guards to arrest the man and send him for male ethics training, her secretary gave her a wink. This made her stop, close the door, and ask her secretary, "What do you want to say?" The secretary laughed and said, "Your Excellency is indeed a forgetful person. Back then, we stuffed a magic prop in the ceiling of the bathroom in the principal's office." The new director then remembered that the naughty memories of that time were as sparse as her hair. After some fake pleasantries, she asked, "Why did you stop me?" The secretary gave a brief account of what he had heard during this period. The people in the Tower of Discipline also vaguely felt that there was a fight between Corneille's group of foreigners and another group of foreigners in collusion with the warden. "Let those foreigners fight each other. We will stay in the tower and watch the show. Who wins or loses has nothing to do with us." The secretary whispered, "Besides, this is the mess left by the previous director. If you want to do something, you will just give her what she wants and let her put all the blame on you." From middle management to low-level employees to prisoners, the witches in the "Tower" field can almost be said to be imprisoned in four small towns headed by Nebuchadnezzar Town. Over time, they have become negative and isolated. Therefore, they can tolerate the field of "justice" extending its hand to the tower of discipline, and can also turn a blind eye to the fighting between foreigners. As the number of times he checked in at the Discipline Tower increased, Corneille's understanding of the place also deepened: For example, in order to encourage and protect the fertility of guilty witches, the makers of the rules of the Discipline Tower allow guilty witches to apply to be transferred to a special fertility room in the tower with male visitors. The birthing room took into account the privacy of the witches, and there were no surveillance props and no guards near. Therefore, after Corneille learned of this rule, he invited Don Rodick to the birthing room for a private talk. "It's a waste for No. 96, such a fool, to be paired with such a lustful man!" "How did these two fall in love with each other?" "Let me join them, let me join them!" "Could it be that this fellow Corneille is particularly special and likes to play with fools or female prisoners?" Inside the Discipline Tower, there is "relaxation time" for a total of four hours, which is divided into two sections every day. The guilty witches can move freely in the area between the 3rd and 6th floors and gather together to play and chat. In the tower of discipline where there was a lack of new things, Corneille's unusual behavior quickly became their topic of conversation, and they gave all kinds of fantasies to this lustful man. The most daring ones even tried to show off their beauty to Corneille, hoping that he would come to "visit her prison" too. Corneille refused. Selling his body to the guilty witch would bring him no benefit, and his worldly values, which were being eroded but still strong, also made him resist the pleasure without love. "You said her memory might have been manipulated?"
Corneille informed Don Rodique of the latest developments, and Don Rodique showed a complicated expression. "What do you want to say? Do you want to say that she is an imperfect perpetrator or an imperfect victim?! Is the next step to write a history book, publish a book, or stage a play, saying that it is all my fault?!" asked Tang Rodick. Corneille replied: "No, I am merely stating the possibility of approaching the truth without making any judgment on her. I repeat, Mr. Tang Luodike, in order to protect our interests, I will interfere with your actions, but I will not interfere with your judgment of the parties involved. " Tang Luodike hit his head and said, "Sorry, I got a little impulsive." Corneille continued: "Her memory is manipulated ≠ she is innocent. In order to make this clear, I have to remove the manipulation of her memory and let her inevitably review her past life." "I want to confront her face to face and make a final 'judgment' on her based on her statement after she regains her true memory," said Tang Rodick. "You should know that the Duke and I worked so hard to rescue you..." Tang Rodick raised his hand and swore: "I remember your kindness and will not do anything to embarrass you. I promise: I will not take action against my enemies until the right time comes." Gao Naiyi nodded: "Okay, the next step is to create an opportunity for you to confront her. To this end, please think carefully about the part of Ms. Shimanna's memory that has not been tampered with. What secrets are there that only you and she know, that can never be leaked, and that once leaked will deal a fatal blow to her image? In this way, we can use secrecy and threaten her to sneak into Nebuchadnezzar town." "What if she tells little Marcela?" asked Don Rodick. “As far as I know, Count Marseille is operating a canal project worth one million dinars connecting the Highlands and Wetterland. If the deal is successful, he will gain the support of Highland State MPs and witches (Veterans have one-thirteenth of the seats in the National Assembly), further consolidating his position in the National Assembly. Even if Ms. Shimana told him about it, the only thing he could do was to ask the warden for help... All other possible helpers were involved in the negotiations for the canal project. The warden's words will be handled by me and others." Tang Rodick took the paper and pen. After she wrote down the first word, she remembered something and started crying. A few seconds later, she fell on the desk and burst into tears. Corneille watched from the side. He knew that given Don Rodique's character, if he showed sympathy, it would make her even more sad. So, he just stood there, silent with the stone wall. After crying for a few minutes, Tang Rodick managed to stop her tears. She changed a piece of paper, wrote again, and it took her a long time to write down what was in her mind. Cornelius took it and took a look. It was full of blushing and heart-pounding content, including the young couple's playful ways and their explosive comments on important people, but the most important thing was love. If a man is not approaching despair, he will never list all these things in detail on paper. After all, if it appears in the outside world, not only Shimanna, but also Don Rodick himself will die socially and attract many enemies. Corneille looked at Don Rodique, who answered in a hoarse voice: "It doesn't matter, let it be put to good use." After getting the information he wanted, Corneille stood up and said goodbye. Before he left the room, Don Rodick asked in a more positive tone than before: "As long as we break her fictitious memory, we can win, right?" "It will win." Corneille raised his fist and bumped it with Don Rodique.
Chapter 54: The Black-robed Monk Corneille himself was less optimistic, but he needed some promise to keep Don Rodique going. At this point, this is no longer just Don Rodick's own business, but also his and Diaz's fortunes are on it. Soon, what Tang Rodick said turned into a threatening letter and appeared on Shimanna's desk. Looking at those explosive memories that could never be known to outsiders, Shimanna blushed and turned pale. She asked her confidant to keep it secret from her husband and investigate the sender. Soon after, an ordinary woman was arrested and taken to the mansion. According to her, a lady passing by handed her the letter and paid her 50 dinars, asking her to put the letter in the mailbox outside the mansion. The woman was dressed in working clothes, a headscarf, and a veil over her face, with no discernible physical features. The clue ended here. Shimanna looked at the address attached to the letter and fell into deep thought. At this time, her husband came back. She hurriedly put the letter into her dressing box, looked in the mirror, and saw a drunk staggering into her room. "Did you have a good time, dear?" she asked. “Of course, it would be pleasant if you were working for a million dinars.” "One million? Can you swallow it all?!" "Hey, this is a secret. I can't tell you now." The Count of Marseille sat on the sofa and asked: "What's wrong recently? I mean, has Corneille bothered you again?" Shimanna's voice trembled: "No." Count Marseille looked at his wife with a gaze that was completely different from that of a drunkard, while Shimanna relied on holding the bracelet to gain courage. The Count of Marseilles is said to have extraordinary power, but she also has property and handles it reliably. If her husband wants to take it by force, he will eventually find that what he wants to possess will leave him in the most wasteful way, and he will not get a penny. A few seconds later, Count Marseille smiled and said, "That's good. Even if something goes wrong, I can help you deal with it as long as you pay a small price. We are good friends and should help each other." "You seem to be hoping something bad will happen to me." "I have no such intention. I am just wondering when the struggle between the Duke of Alva and me will end. It's amazing, isn't it, my father went to his house in January to serve as a pallbearer for an old friend, and now we are enemies. But it doesn't matter, I'm used to it. This is how the Federation should be. When you climb up, you will encounter a bunch of inexplicable enemies. Only by knocking them all down and stepping on them can you reach a higher position. " Count Marseille began to talk drunkenly and soon was snoring loudly on the sofa, while Shimanna was thinking about her future itinerary. On May 5, in the light of dawn, Dias went to the Tower of Discipline to perform male duties. He vaguely knew that today would be an extremely important day, so he prayed in his heart that everything would go well. "Don't be so nervous. We have discussed as many as six plans together, and even the most extreme scenario, that is, a sudden attack by the warden, has been taken into consideration." Corneille patted Dias on the shoulder and said, "Thank you for your sacrifice. If Mr. Don Rodic can turn things around, I will repay you and me with my life."