Chapter 124: The Lying Boy and the Bad Girl "Ms. Merritt, do you know why the water ball in your palm is loose? It's because there is no magic flowing in your left index finger and ring finger. The skill of casting magic is to keep the magic power even at the casting site to improve stability, and stability is everything." "Got it, teacher. Evenly cast the spell, evenly cast the spell..." Melusina's scolding voice and Merit's timid voice came into Corneille's ears one after another. Melusina is an excellent witch, but she is not kind. She shows her attitude based on the quality of her friendship. She may be gentle to those close to her, but she can act without hesitation and be extremely cruel to strangers. Even in the matter of Don Rodique, Corneille suspected that her repentance was because she did not want to lose his friendship with Dias. If they had no friendship with Melusina, would Melusina feel remorse even after hearing Don Rodic's self-described tragedy? Corneille looked at Melusina, who was still wearing a black dress and black veil, but she had changed it into a breathable style. The thinning clothes show off her curvy figure, and the milky white skin that is faintly visible through the mesh of the clothes makes her even more seductive.
"Monsieur Corneille?" Melusina walked lightly and exuded a pleasant scent. She changed her perfume to match the smell of her clothes, outlining the image of a pretty widow. Corneille noticed her change and knew that if he said it out loud, Melusina would be happy, but it would give her the illusion that "he cares about me", which would then evolve into "he likes me". What a dilemma, he thought. "Nothing, I thought you were arguing, so I came to check on you guys." Corneille then said to Melusina: "I understand your mentality as an educator, but her situation is completely different from Dias's. Please be gentle and patient." Melusina was a little jealous, thinking that she and Corneille had known each other longer, but this unmanly man cared about Meritte first. However, when she thought of Don Rodick, she had nothing to refute. This was what she owed to Don Rodick, and now it continued to Merritt. Even if Merritt said she wanted to sleep with Corneille, her first priority was to help Merritt get what she wanted, rather than considering Corneille's anger. Corneille turned his eyes to Meritte, who bowed hastily. I have to say that makeup is a magical skill. Without makeup, Merritt looks like an ordinary person, but after putting on makeup, she becomes a completely different person. However, Corneille still regarded her as the continuation of Don Rodic. Merritt was dressed as a maid, not the large-sized smock that covered her from head to toe that the Federation wore. Instead, she wore a black dress as a base, and a sleeveless white apron that reached the hem of her skirt. The sleeves of the dress only reached to the elbows, so Merritt's lightly tanned arms were exposed, and the hem of the dress only reached her calves, so her garter stockings were exposed. If any maid dared to dress like this in Eagle County, the head maid would take out a ruler to teach this immoral slut a lesson, but in Waite, this could be considered conservative dressing. The reason is simple: Waite's summer is too hot and humid. Corneille looked at the courtyard, where the construction team was working. He didn't want to pay for it, but the heat made his subordinates complain, so he had to ask someone to activate the temperature control device buried in the courtyard. The King of the Forest had taken this need into consideration when he first built his mansion, but when Corneille and his companions arrived in early March, the pleasant temperature in Wette made him underestimate the cruelty of summer, and in order to save money, he did not activate it immediately. The principle of the temperature control equipment is very simple. Deep groundwater is extracted and circulated inside and outside the mansion building, especially through pipes laid under the floor, to achieve the effect of cooling in summer or warming in winter.
Once it reaches a certain temperature node, it will activate the barrier that had been carved underground to regulate the temperature. It is so convenient, but the wealthy people in Merida still leave the city en masse to escape the summer heat in the east when the rainy season comes. This is because this system has a simple and crude flaw - it is high cost. It needs to be driven by liquid magic, and liquid magic mainly comes from two places: The magic power collection devices arranged near the twenty Jupiter trees can potentially transform high-concentration gaseous magic power into liquid through temperature interference; The rest comes from the human body, or more precisely, the witch's body. The purpose of witches eating is to let food provide energy, so that they can absorb the gaseous magic power in the air and convert it into liquid. The liquid magic collected from the Jupiter Tree is for the use of the Kings of the Forest and the areas they control, while the magic that can be bought on the market is magic extracted from the human body. The number of witches is limited, and there are even fewer witches willing to sell their magic power, which makes the price of liquid magic power reach an astonishing price of 100,000 dinars per box. Corneille sold himself for only 100,000 dinars/the price of three summons. Therefore, he only planned to drive for a period of time. After investigating the matter of the "Imperial Power Killer", he would take everyone away from Merida and go to the east to escape the summer heat. Corneille entrusted Merritt's magical education to Melusina, but he entrusted the reshaping of Merritt's values and personality to Dias. He hoped that Don Rodick's successor would be a kind person, not a witch. Witches cannot be trusted. Corneille repeated in her mind the rule she had memorized for life. Want to see Dias? Two months ago, the answer would have been yes, but now, Corneille was a little hesitant, fearing that he would develop an improper desire for Dias. He knew that if he meant that, Diaz would not resist him but would cooperate with all his requests. Because she was weak in their relationship, because she was used to following his orders, because her personal will gave way to his...but this was not a romance, but blind obedience. In the end, he went anyway. Diaz was reading a book. Judging from the title, it was a love story about a noble lady who eloped to the countryside with her beloved. The curtains filtered the sunlight into a gentle look, lighting up the fuzz on her cheeks that symbolized her childishness, making it hazy and dreamy. Her concentration made Corneille silent. Instead, he leaned on the table and looked at the layout of the room. Compared to the original layout, some fancy things had been added, which had no idea what they were used for. He didn’t know if it was his illusion, but Diaz’s room was increasingly feeling like a boudoir. When Dias finished reading the story and looked up with an expression as if he had just woken up from a dream, he saw Corneille startled and covered her face reflexively. "Don't look at me, I haven't dressed up today!" she said. "Men don't need to be so particular. As for hygiene, it's enough to make sure you don't get sick." "Pierre, if you say that, I will never let you get into my bed again." "Well, it's time for our little duke to be independent." Corneille asked: "Has your boyfriend left?" "Not yet. But the bleeding has decreased a lot."
Diaz's answer was a little shy: "It was an embarrassing experience, but I feel like I have become stronger." The water in the cup was drawn and gathered in her palm. After a few seconds, the water was processed into the shape of a rose and sent to Corneille. Cornelius didn't know much about magic, but she vaguely heard Anne say that using magic to perform precision processing on fluids was a method used by witches to train their magic control abilities, and it was also one of the subjects in Merida's first-year witch exam. Dias can carve with water, so her ability to control magic should be at a certain level. Corneille was proud at first, but then she felt deeply sad. Dias was the Duke of Alva and should not be a witch. Dias thought the opposite. The dream filled with the scent of figs strengthened his determination to delve into magic. The future he wanted was that during the day, he would be the Duke of Alva, live up to Corneille's expectations, and appear in public with him. At night, she is the powerful enchantress who pulls Corneille out of the nightmare that has taken root in his life and soul. If he couldn't do two things at the same time and had to sacrifice one of his paths, he would sacrifice his path as a duke. Because Corneille made sacrifices for him, he would do the same when Corneille was in trouble. First, he had to figure out why Corneille's sisters became a nightmare. "I dreamed of my home, Pierre." Diaz asked tentatively, "By federal standards, are my family relationships considered strange?" "It doesn't count." "And Pierre's home?" Cornelius didn't want to discuss this topic and answered perfunctorily: "It's strange, otherwise I wouldn't have escaped. "What did your sister do?" "The love she gave me, the love she gave me and her love for me, all turned into a nightmare that I couldn't bear at that age." "we are the same." Dias's hand slid across the bed until it kissed Corneille's fingertips, then stopped. "I want to understand you better. Maybe I can't provide much practical help, but I want to share your pain." Ah, that look again. Worried and curious, full of maternal tenderness. Corneille said in his heart that Angelica had also been curious about him, but her healing eventually turned into a demand without bottom line. Camilla was a nightmare, Angelica was also a nightmare. Corneille could not stay in this room any longer. When he stood up, Diaz grabbed his wrist and looked at him with sad eyes. "Did I say something wrong?" Diaz asked. "No, I'm just a little hungry." Dias's hand loosened, and as Corneille left the room, her voice came from behind: "Pierre, I believe in you. Please believe in me too."
Corneille nodded. However, a voice emerged in Diaz's heart. It was the wisdom she had gained from observing her father Fernando for a long time to identify whether a man was lying or not. There was no doubt that Corneille was lying. Chapter 125: Uncovering the Lies Corneille's act of keeping the secret strengthened Dias's determination to become stronger as a witch. On June 6, Diaz's suffering ended. Without the "menstrual bonus", he quickly changed back to his original form and went to Isabella's country villa with Melusina. Isabella had called Diaz several times to play in her farmyard. They went to the orchard and vegetable garden to pick fruits and vegetables, go fishing, swimming, boating on the lake, riding horses, playing cards... When you feel hungry, you can grill the prepared ingredients in advance, and pair them with freshly picked fruits and vegetables, as well as iced drinks and desserts after the meal, and the hot day can be spent happily. Except for the horse meat that Isabella loved to eat, which was not highly rated by most guests, the rest of the experience was perfect. Although it is a small farmyard, Dias, who has been there, feels that it is even more luxurious than the Toledo family’s main home in Eagle County. Before, Dias had been making excuses because of his poor health, both because of his illness and because Corneille had told him that Isabella had appointed him as the Knight of the Black Eagle. In ancient times, promoting an important official under a vassal without notifying him might even trigger a war. Although nobles now no longer strictly follow the order of hierarchy, Isabella's practice of enthroning Corneille without informing him still caused his dissatisfaction. Dias gently and extremely carefully questioned Corneille about the details of the conversation between Corneille and Isabella, just as his mother carefully questioned his father about his illegitimate children before giving birth to him. Corneille's answers were frank, even including the part where Isabella tried to tease him. Dias felt indignant. Even though Isabella looked young, she was now an old woman. How could she have the nerve to flirt with his Corneille? The thought of cybernetics could not help but come to Dias' mind. The sad thing is that Isabella, who is rich and powerful, can do whatever she wants, but he has nothing but his youth. As for money, it was not realistic for him to consider it now, but strength was possible. Thanks to Corneille, he got to know many witches and could learn some useful things from them - for example, how to become powerful as a witch. Witches keep silent about this topic among themselves, but they should be willing to talk about it with foreigners. Merritt helps Diaz pack his luggage. The latter, who has lost his memory, absorbs new knowledge like a sponge and tries hard to find a life that suits him in the mansion. Occasionally, Merritt would be in a daze, admitting that doing chores or learning magic made her feel so unfamiliar. On the contrary, when she saw the double swords and Corneille's shield in her room, she felt her heart beat faster. Dias hoped she would continue talking, hoping that some phantom would come back, but Merritt chatted and laughed with others and devoted herself to her new work. Diaz held tightly the divine weapon given to him by Don Rodic to increase his luck. It was a small amulet that contained the blessing of Fortuna. Since it wasn't a protection that required an annual fee, whether or not it would be effective depended entirely on Fortuna's mood - which meant that it could only serve as psychological comfort. Because Fortuna is very busy, she is one of the few gods who appear in the mortal world. She dresses up as a down-to-earth lady of Hecheser and personally serves as the chairman of the board of directors of the Federal Central Bank. She is as chatty as a woman, making sharp comments on this and that all day long. The difference is that she says it in public, so no matter who is being criticized, they have to remain silent in embarrassment. Fortuna deserves at least five points of credit for the fact that modern people have lost their reverence for gods and are re-examining their religious beliefs.
"You stay at home. If you go out, please report to the head maid first and travel with someone. If you need money, for small matters, you can go to my bedroom or Corneille's. We both keep change in the drawer of the bedside table. For big matters, please go to the accountant..."