I have seen too many strong warriors who were brilliant in their youth but did not know how to plan their lives, and their later years were miserable. To avoid this, I have to save for retirement. If I don’t have money, I won’t be able to find a partner when I return to my hometown, and I will become a useless person without offspring.” The dog-people regard reproduction as a sacred mission, so Polly can talk about these things with Corneille generously. "The aesthetic sense of the canine race is different from that of humans? Otherwise, it would be hard to imagine Miss Polly worrying about marriage," said Corneille. Polly explained: “You guys have a similar aesthetic to us, it’s mainly the injuries. We are more susceptible than humans to a self-limiting joint disease that becomes more frequent with age and strain. Among the dog people, those of us who left our homeland to become mercenaries have the highest incidence and the most serious illness. The outstanding young men with abundant fertility in the clan generally do not consider us." "I suggest you take a dip in the hot springs, but don't soak for too long at a time. The federal sanatorium built by the hot springs mostly receives patients with arthritis." Corneille chatted with Polly for a while, then went to get a room and lay on the bed thinking about what had happened that day. Helena gave simple messages to Dias and Don Rodic, hoping that they would trust her and make sacrifices of honor and body.

She was vague about the "victims" and provided four options to the executors, ranging from cautious to extreme, and gave the choice of the options to Cecil - only the doctor could obtain the real-time situation of the Discipline Tower through his connections. After hearing that the warden was involved in Don Rodick's case, Cecil implemented the most radical plan, dragging Corneille into the case as soon as possible, giving him an excuse to come to the Tower of Discipline and ensure Don Rodick's safety. Corneille was attacked and injured by Don Rodique, and got an excuse to interfere → Don Rodique had the tools to break free and attack Corneille → Blood magic that can be remotely controlled to a certain extent → Blood can be obtained through wounds, but the blood must be stored in a hidden place → Don Rodique's hidden lacerations → Rumors about her and the Duke of Alva. The entire plan was constructed backwards from the results. From Corneille's perspective, it was full of loopholes and crude in its approach. If Director Cuddy had some ability, they would most likely fail. However, the quick break tactic worked, and even if Director Cuddy came to his senses, Corneille had sufficient reasons to come to the Discipline Tower and ensure Don Rodick's safety. For the sake of his own position, Director Cady would probably try to suppress the matter and resolve it through private negotiation. The excuse Corneille would obtain would allow him to continue to provide security for Don Rodick. What if Director Cuddy feels he can't handle it and chooses to report it to the warden? Sister Helena doesn't know Michaela well enough. Dr. Cecil and Michaela are doing shady business, but that person only sends tools like Director Cuddy to deal with them. On the surface, their resumes are very clean, and the doctor does not have much information. Before she knew it, the first rain of May arrived. Soon, the rain became heavier and the sound of the dripping rain made Corneille feel sleepy. At this moment, Polly's curses were heard from next door. Polly went downstairs with a lot of noise, and soon, the disordered footsteps returned upstairs. Corneille opened the door with a sword in hand and came to the corridor, where he saw that the ceiling of Polly's room was leaking and the bed was wet. The boss was apologizing to the guard officer, explaining that her shop was full and could not switch rooms for Polly. Seeing how heavy the rain was, Polly gave up the idea of ​​going to another hotel. In the end, Polly got part of the room fee back and stayed in Corneille's room. She did not take advantage of Corneille and took out a banknote and put it in his hand. Corneille did not regard Polly, a dog-man, as a woman, and Polly did not regard Corneille, a human, as a male, so they gave up the reserve they only showed to the opposite sex of their own race, and peacefully shared the same bed and slept in their clothes. Corneille continued to think that if Director Cady reported to the warden, the warden who knew the behind-the-scenes story and had done something wrong would definitely pay sensitive attention to the combination of "Corneille & Don Rodick". At that time, how could he protect Don Rodick? Suddenly, Corneille felt that Polly moved. He interrupted his thoughts, turned his head to look at Polly, and found that the dog-man girl's big crimson eyes were also looking at him. "Hmm?" he nasally said. "There's an evil aura about you."

"If this is an excuse for getting me out of bed, it's a poor one," said Corneille. "I'm not kidding you, but I feel like you're stuck in something serious." "Oh." Polly held her hairy tail and shook it in front of Corneille: "I'm irritated by you. Can you think of a way to solve it?" Corneille took out a comb and began to comb Polly's tail. "Your technique is quite professional... No, I didn't say I would solve it this way!" Polly took the tail back from Corneille and said angrily, "Forget it, I'm going to sleep on the chair!" Corneille welcomed him with both hands. He quickly turned over and took up the space left by Polly, only to see her take off her coat, revealing curves that were even more exaggerated than Melusina's. Are there any more experts? Gao Naiyi thought. Corneille prefers women who are over 165cm tall and have a plump figure. Polly hits his strike zone, but he doesn't have any thoughts about the existence of reproductive isolation among different races. In the Federation, having sex with an alien race is a huge scandal. Even a playboy like Count Marseille would not mess with an alien girl who conforms to human aesthetic standards. Corneille closed his eyes. Lightning filled his dark world with a bluish-white halo. Then thunder rumbled, shaking the window frame and "bringing" Polly back to the bed. "You, you move aside and leave me some space." Polly said in a low voice. "Afraid of thunder?" "I was struck by lightning when I was a child, really, although it's not a memory worth talking about. Since then, I've been a little afraid." "Not dying from lightning strikes, terrible physique and luck." Corneille sighed and made room for Polly. Polly still felt that there was an evil aura in Corneille, but compared with the fear of thunder and lightning, Corneille became "handsome". The man's residual warmth warmed her body, which was stiff and cold due to fear, but it was not enough. When the window frame shook again, her desire for safety and warmth made her curl up and arch onto Corneille's back. "Cold" was just Polly's subjective feeling. The body temperature of dog-people is about 2°C higher than that of humans, so Corneille only felt a ball of fire hitting her back. The elastic touch brought pleasure, the hot feeling brought torture, and considering that it was May, Polly brought Corneille more torture than pleasure. "call." In the warming bed, Polly's mind seemed to melt. Her warm breath spread on Corneille's neck, and her hands were dishonestly wrapped around his waist, but Corneille pushed her away, but she stubbornly approached him again. Corneille turned over and restrained her, and found that Polly was in a very abnormal state, with a flushed face, blurred eyes, and a certain aggressiveness. She tried to bite his wrist more than once. Considering the impact, Corneille ruled out the option of knocking her out with a punch. He tried to call her consciousness, and Polly responded in a low voice with a little clip sound. She tried to get rid of Corneille's grip, and her breathing became more and more rapid. Corneille could only use more strength to subdue her, and she would also resist Corneille with greater strength... The heavy rain stopped, and the vicious cycle of Polly and Corneille finally stopped. Polly was sweating, and her vest showed the ambiguous flesh color and bulge. Corneille covered it with a quilt, but he couldn't cover up his familiar smell. Hell, we're not even of the same race, Corneille thought. Polly regained some consciousness and quietly asked Corneille to take out the medicine from the lining pocket of her coat. After taking it, her breathing gradually calmed down.

"I'm sorry to trouble you. We, the dog-people, have a mechanism similar to your human menstruation, but we don't bleed. Instead, we are dominated by impulse and do many absurd things. So, at a fixed time every month, we would take medication to suppress it, but for some reason, the impulse attack this month came 5 days early, and I didn’t have time to take medication... I’m sorry.” Corneille accepted this explanation. Seeing Polly's pitiful appearance, he gave up his bed, moved a chair over, sat beside the bed and said, "Sleep well, I'll stay here with you." "How can I sleep peacefully when I just let you see my ugly appearance?" Despite this, Polly fell asleep in a few minutes under Corneille's gaze. Chapter 36: Walls Have Ears The next morning, Polly woke up groggily, sat up, stretched out her arms and legs, and regained consciousness five seconds later. The shameful memory turned her cheeks into a fiery cloud. She glanced secretly and saw that Corneille was also slowly opening her eyes. "Dates, dates!" she said incoherently. "Good morning." Corneille handed her the coat, and Polly put it on hastily. She had lost her usual aggressiveness, and followed Corneille wherever he went. She did not look Corneille in the eye. Whenever Corneille looked at her, she would quickly look away, raise her tail, and occasionally shake it from side to side, but most of the time she would just stand there stiffly. It wasn't until she remembered that she had a tail that it finally responded to the call of gravity and hung down to the ground. In the car, Polly sat diagonally opposite Corneille, holding her tail in silence. The strange atmosphere continued until she returned to the neighboring town, and then teleported to the gate of Toledo Mansion, catching up with Dias in school uniform going out. "Everything is going well. Don't worry," said Corneille. Dias nodded and gently told Corneille to go back and rest. Polly was staring at Corneille's back. "Miss Polly?" Dias whispered. "oh oh." Polly woke up as if from a dream, patted her cheek, and escorted Diaz to school. Dias could sense that the guard had lost her confidence and enterprising spirit, and was filled with confusion. Dias took care of the other person's feelings and did not ask why, but he was very concerned in his heart: Why did Corneille smell like Polly? And why did Polly also smell like Corneille? He didn't realize that it was impossible for a Federation male to have such a keen sense of smell, and that the transformation of "her" by magic was partially extended to him. When they were about to arrive at the school, Polly suddenly asked: "My Lord, is your guard, Mr. Corneille, a human being?" This question stunned Dias, as if Polly suddenly asked him whether 1+1 equals 2 in the real number field? He had no choice but to nod. "That's good." Polly breathed a sigh of relief, then frowned again and muttered: "Strange, if he were a human, even if my 'impulse' came earlier, I would never choose him..." "Miss Polly?"

"Nothing, Your Excellency the Duke, I wish you a good start to your day!" Corneille did not sleep all night, and went back to the mansion to rest. It was not until dusk that he was awakened by Cecil's accurate throwing. He pulled the baguette off her face, and seeing that the doctor's hair had turned darker again, he dragged her directly into the bathroom and locked the door. Cecil protested: "Corneille, I am a guest at the mansion, you can't do this to me!" "Doctor, don't you realize that you smell so bad that no one needs to say anything?" Cats and dogs hurt each other. When Cecil was forced to "enjoy" the hot water generously given by Corneille, Corneille asked: "Do dog-human women have menstruation every month?" "No, they are not human. But I heard that on a full moon night, their reproductive instinct and destructive instinct will overcome rationality and cause a lot of trouble, so they all bring their own medicine." Cecil replied. "Will the reproductive impulse of the dog-human race be directed at other races?" "You got fucked by a dog?" The doctor was still good at saying things that would make Corneille's fists stiffen. Seeing that he didn't say anything, Cecil smiled and said, "A man who is not easy to tease, seriously speaking, it is impossible." “A reassuring reassurance.” "Because the dog-human race's ability has an effect that prevents them from having impulses towards creatures with reproductive isolation." "So, will fear change their minds?" "Yes, if they are facing a survival crisis, their desire to reproduce may surge, and at that time they will become particularly lustful and no longer care about reproductive isolation. In the historical records of the period when Waite was ruled by the Old Empire, there are stories of dog-human slaves who were frightened by magic and committed adultery in broad daylight to their human masters. This barely explains Corneille's confusion; the fear of thunder made Polly do something irrational. Later, while combing Cécile's hair, Corneille received another answer: “You asked me how I caused the lacerations on Tang Luodike and made her release the blood magic? It was very simple. I put the special tool that Miss Longueville had given me in advance into the medical box. Through contact, I transferred part of Don Rodick's body to her. At this time, I cast magic to cover up the energy fluctuations in Don Rodick's body, while Miss Longueville performed the operation to create the lacerations and processed the blood flowing from the wounds into micro blood bags for storage. After that, she teleported her body back, and after I confirmed that Don Rodick's body was "spliced" correctly, I teleported the special props to her. All the items left in my medical kit are good. When we meet, as long as Tang Rodick ruptures the blood bag in his body in time, I can release the blood magic in a delayed manner to complete the attack on you. At the same time, this is also an insurance policy. If Tang Luodike does not cooperate, or cooperates poorly and implicates us, she will die under the blood magic. Don't blame me for being cruel, I'm here to have fun, not to send myself to the Discipline Tower."