Don Rodic drank it all and threw it aside. The two battle axes hanging from his arms fell down and he hooked the handles with both hands. "Come!" he roared. Corneille raised his sword to salute him, the wind surged, and the dust in the sky turned into mist. Don Rodic raised his two axes cautiously, and saw a blue light ball infecting the lower left corner of his vision. He swung his battle axe and slashed at the light. He would definitely be able to suppress the sword in Corneille's hand by raising his hand higher. But the young man who emerged from the dust put the sword on his shoulder and retreated his left foot into the ground to block and deflect Don Rodic's attack. The axe blade was deflected, and the sword's straight strike came faster, so Corneille varied his sword and stabbed at Don Rodic's armpit, one of the few flaws in the armor. Chapter 30: The Duke's Virtues and Excuses In the first round of fighting, Corneille made Don Rodique bleed. Don Rodique's limbs twitched, and she opened her eyes. The memories continued from the dream to the reality like inertia: Corneille had no protective gear, so Don Rodique could be stabbed many times by him, but as long as he "bite" him with the axe blade, Corneille's life would be over. Each round of fighting between the two sides brought a threat of death to the other. After the stage of mutual testing, there were many scratches on Don Rodick's armor, and blood flowed from his armpits, cheeks and backs of his hands, moistening the earth. Corneille had no wounds, but was forced to use the magic of Hathor, which he used to neutralize the blow that had nearly cut him in half from Don Rodique.

Hathor's grace is not endless. Corneille cannot use this Hathor magic again until the next natural day. "It will take about four hours for our nearest support forces to arrive, so we still have time to talk for a while," said Tang Rodick. "It's not a lie... Please tell me." Tang Rodik carried the weapon on his shoulder: "Boy, what you just used is subtly different from the magic of Hathor. Could it be..." The dazzling light interrupted his memories, and Don Rodic looked towards the light source. Corneille retrieved the memory from "Sulena" and read it from back to front. The content happened to coincide with Don Rodic's dream. "I fell asleep?" muttered Don Rodick. "Ah." "What was the result?" "You are very lucky. The Duke of Alva sympathizes with your situation and promises to do his best to rescue you. Now you don't have to give up." Corneille held out his hand: "Anyway, welcome back, Mr. Don Rodic, this time we are on the same side." Don Rodic held Corneille's hand emotionally. In the past, he was taller and stronger than Corneille, but now he looked petite and delicate against Corneille. She then thanked Diaz and Melusina, the former smiling shyly and the latter raising her fist and saying, "We will win." After a brief moment of excitement, worry filled Don Rodic's heart again. Just looking at the reactions of Corneille and the others, he knew that it would be difficult to escape the crime. She looked around and said, "If I could see the light of day again, I would spend the rest of my life repaying you. If this thing can be accomplished, it will be accomplished. If not, I just hope to get a quick release." "Ah, then I will take responsibility and kill you a second time," said Corneille. "Thank you, Mr. Corneille. To be honest, I felt a little sad when I gave you that bottle of wine worth 1000 dinars, but now it seems to be worth it." Gao Naiyi sighed and said, "I regret that I drank that wine and it brought me trouble now." Everyone laughed and the room was filled with a happy atmosphere.

The bell rang, and the Discipline Tower summoned the guilty witches back to the cage, but it was not strictly enforced. As long as they returned to the Discipline Tower within two hours, the guards would not hold the guilty witches accountable. However, Diaz had to go back, and his male form would not last long enough including the return journey. Polly took the shopping bill to the Men's Management Department for reimbursement, Corneille went to call a carriage, and Dias and Melusina accompanied Don Rodick back to the Tower of Discipline. "We will find a solution as soon as possible, and you should be careful too." Diaz said in a low voice. "Thank you, Your Excellency. With new hope, I can endure anything." Tang Rodick looked around and saw that all the men who came to complete the mission had expressions of relief as if they had thrown away a large bag of garbage when they got rid of the guilty witch who had accompanied them today. Only Diaz showed sympathy and sent her back like a treasure. Sister Helena stood aside with her hands hanging down. When passing by her, Don Rodick paused for a moment, then continued to move forward. Diaz was stunned for a moment, then followed Don Rodick, his cheeks flushed, and soon even his ears turned red. "Is the nun one of yours too?" asked Don Rodick. "Ah." "She is a good person. She was one of the few people who took care of me when I was stupid. I am very grateful to her. Just now, the nun told me a plan." "I agree," Diaz replied. "I'm sorry to have caused you trouble." "It's nothing. As long as it succeeds, the temporary sacrifice is worth it." Tang Rodick nodded, pretending to be stupid and letting the guards put the restraints back on her. Dias put the sheep-horned hat on Don Rodik and helped him smooth out the wrinkles on his clothes. Not only the sinful witches, but even the staff cast envious glances at him. Don Rodick was grateful but stupid. She ignored Dias's kindness and was pushed upstairs by the guards with a dazed look and dull eyes. On the way back, Polly played with the handicrafts she bought from the store and said, "Do you have a story with her?" "No, this is the first time I've seen you," said Corneille. "It is unthinkable for a foreign duke to go to the Discipline Tower to perform male duties. Come on, give me a reason so that I can write it in today's report." Corneille replied: "Because Diaz entered school late, his group's score fell behind other groups. He didn't want his team members to be blamed for his past, so he took the initiative to apply for projects that would earn more points in the male obligations. This is the responsibility and virtue of the Duke of Alva. " Corneille's words were impeccable, and Polly said nothing more. It should have been a peaceful night, but Dias told Sister Helena about her plan, and when she agreed, the stunned Melusina accidentally broke the potion used for teaching. The unlucky one was Corneille. Due to the wind direction, most of the smoke from the potion blew onto him, and he had to waste firewood to prepare hot water. Five minutes after he entered the bathroom, Dias's shadow was cast on the bathroom glass. Two seconds later, the door was no longer an obstacle. Seeing that Dias's clothes were intact, Corneille didn't care much: "Did you go the wrong way?"

The hot water soaked the floor, the girl's shadow shuttled across the water, and then a gentle voice sounded: "No, Pierre, I will wipe your back." The figure of the misty girl, "Angelique" was reflected in Corneille's eyes. Whether he wanted it or not, his memories transformed time and space, reproducing the secrets that were enough to ruin his reputation. As much happiness as he had gained in the past, he now felt as much regret as he separated Diaz from the illusion. "Dias, I can do it all by myself," Corneille whispered. "I don't understand why Pierre started to distance himself from me after I became a girl?" "You are too sensitive." Dias's sudden attack on Corneille was due to the incident of Don Rodick, which awakened her anxiety: would her mother do something even more extreme for the sake of power and wealth? She remembered Isabella's advice, "Don't let go, even if you die," and impulsively came to Corneille to gain a sense of security. She had no gender barriers with Corneille, but Corneille's attitude made her realize that her friend did not regard her as a "boy playing a girl" but as a "girl", or to be more precise, the woman. Her face flushed with shame and anger. She moved a small stool and sat down next to Corneille, burying her face in her hands and sulking. "I am sorry that I did not respect your male dignity," said Corneille. "No, I'm just too childish and nagging. I don't want to admit that I've become a girl, and I'm a little scared..." "afraid of what?" Diaz stammered, "I'm afraid I'll think of myself as a girl. Pierre has a huge influence on me. If you treat me as a girl and defend yourself, it will exacerbate my cognitive confusion." "It's my fault, Dias, but there's nothing to worry about. You are a boy. I will protect you as you grow up and we will be good friends for life," said Corneille. Dias happily hugged Corneille. Apparently, she forgot that Corneille's arms were wet, so dark water marks immediately appeared on her skirt, and the soft touch spread over Corneille's arms. Corneille could no longer tolerate this strange state of being together, so he threw her out, closed the door, locked it from the inside, and scratched his hair in annoyance. When that warm touch came over him, he actually felt his heart beat faster towards his friend. Outside the door, Dias also covered her red face. When Corneille turned around, she felt shy because of the body she had seen countless times. But soon, she found an excuse - It's all Pierre's fault. Why don't you open the window to ventilate the room? It's so hot inside that it makes me blush, she said to herself. Chapter 31 Cat and Dog Friends On May 5, Corneille came to the doctor to "voluntarily" cooperate with the research. After experiencing a group sex, he was sweating profusely and borrowed Cecil's bathroom. Cecil's private building has hot water all year round, but she doesn't spend much money on it because the person responsible for supplying hot water is a witch trainee under her. Unlike the young ladies who came here to gild their reputation, Cecil treated these intern witches like slaves and only paid them a meager salary and an evaluation during the internship. For the "confused" people without any identity background, internship evaluation is a means for them to compete with others. Without a good internship evaluation, they can only be assigned to positions with little pay, much work, and to take the blame. Therefore, the "lost ones" are also called "many-task witches", which is an appropriate and sad name, and most of the 47 witches in Waite are "many-task witches". Corneille's eyes were opened. It turned out that not only were the witches oppressing ordinary people, but there was also infighting among the witches themselves.

"Newcomers" like doctors, like the "seniors" above them, may look respectable and impressive, but they are nothing more than high-level cattle and horses of the "kings of the forest". Corneille was curious about the ranks of his acquaintances and was told that Anne and Helena were "seniors" and Polly and Melusina were "newcomers." Anne and Melusina are special. The former is blessed with the status of the eldest daughter of the contemporary King of the Forest. If the latter is willing to have a good relationship with a man, she will be directly promoted to "senior" and ranked high among the candidates for the King of the Forest in this field. "Melusina is an out-and-out pure love warrior. Her power of pure love is comparable to the Hathor magic you have obtained." Cecil said. Corneille always respected strength and said: "Love is really great." "The problem is, it's a little humorous for a pure love warrior without a spouse to talk about 'pure love'. There's not even the material basis for 'love', and the rest is nothing but a fantasy like a castle in the air." "Doctor, just speak frankly." Cecil said: "Since you have captured one of Melusina's sisters, you have shown your worthiness in bribery. Melusina's family sent me to ask you, are you willing to be Melusina's husband?" "I see. That reckless plan to take back Melusina was to build a bridge for dialogue with me." "The conditions they set are: a dowry of 200,000 dinars, which you will manage; and an additional 20,000 dinars per year. If you can persuade Melusina to serve the interests of the family, the 20,000 will become 40,000." "I refuse," said Corneille. Cecil suddenly realized: "Not enough money? That's right, if I beat them up a few more times, maybe I can get better conditions for marriage." "I just refused to betray my allies, there was no other consideration." "Allies... not bad either." Cecil rolled his eyes. "Hey, what did you play with the kids that made you sweat so much?" "It's a bit disgusting that you use this word to describe me. As for the event, of course it's a competition, and their first goal is still to defeat me." Cecil was a little disdainful: "Don't tease me, a bunch of people whose strength is second-rate among the 'Lost Ones', they can't even make you sweat." "I was sweating, and I was sweating profusely." Cecil silently took out the contraceptive pills, and Corneille threw them back in annoyance. “What are you thinking? They are constantly heating the air in a closed environment, increasing the humidity, and turning the venue into a sauna hell. To this end, they wore swimsuits under their clothes. According to the moral standards of the Federation, this is considered immoral. They actually exposed their lower arms and legs at the same time, and the swimsuits were fitted to their body curves.” Cecil was displeased: "Don't mind your own business with Witch Waite, and don't criticize us with the Federation's morality, just like I never use 'male morality' to criticize you. Moreover, your mind is critical, but your body is happy. " "No, because my fists hardened first when I smelled the sour smell in the air," Corneille replied. "It can't be helped. You are too attractive to the teenage witches." Cecil's cattle and horses were very discerning and poured tea for Corneille. Ever since Melusina treated Corneille to Moon Spirit Tea, Corneille fell in love with this local specialty tea. The trainee witches received Corneille's thanks. They smelled the scent of vanilla (Waite's soap would add spices to cover the unique smell of the soap), and when they saw Corneille's wet hair, rosy skin, and the outline of his strong body looming on the surface of his clothes, their throats rolled up. "You worked really hard with the students this week. What happened?"

After the doctor dismissed his attendants, Corneille said, "I have to pay more favors, doctor. No. 96 may be Rodrigo Don Rodic."