Chapter 48 The Triumph of Inspiration The fact that Don Rodic was a superhuman had helped Corneille and the others to greatly narrow down the scope of the suspects. If the caster is Shimanna's family, servant or guard, even if Don Rodick is unaware of their evil deeds, living together has made him familiar with their energy fluctuations, and their attacks on Shimanna can be easily detected. What's more, because of Selena's statement that she was "unclean", the resentful Don Rodick investigated the people brought by Shimanna. A supernatural being who plays with memory manipulation must have many suspicious bottles and jars and material reserves. In the unfamiliar Holy Land, these cannot escape Tang Rodick's eyes. (Mr. Corneille's conjecture is that the ugly old man is the caster, who shaped the subject of Shimanna's false memory.) (There is some kind of relationship between Count Marseille and the ugly old man, which allows him to inherit the old man's skills and works to supplement Shimanna's false memories.) (After leaving Hequese, my people have gone to Shimanna’s hometown. If nothing unexpected happens, they will report their investigation results to me within three days.) "It turns out that the nun had already thought of this possibility and acted on it," said Corneille. (Mr. Corneille doesn’t believe in sensibility, so you put memory manipulation at the end of your consideration, but I believe in instinct, and believe that those flashes of inspiration are God’s guidance, so I start in advance... This is the victory of inspiration.)

The gods worshipped by the "Fool" domain are just as confusing as the formalistic equality of the Federation. There is no image, no blessings, no religious organization or doctrine, and no scriptures to describe the deeds of the "god". Therefore, in Waite's serious history and folklore books, when mentioning the "God" in the "fool" realm, he would add that this was an unverified fictional god. "Stop." Cecil said: "Before proving how Shimana was hypnotized, we should first verify one thing: Shimana was hypnotized." Corneille pushed the sword away from the scabbard with his thumb: "Plan 1, give me a chance to stab her a few times." "You're crazy... Wait, the sword Angelica gave you can indeed be used like this." Cecil smiled bitterly and said, "It's just that you can't just cover up your physical signs by putting socks over your head after committing a crime in Merida." (Just do it.) "But I want to hear option 2." "I used divine magic to determine whether her memory was manipulated, but its test may not be reliable," said Corneille. Melusina came up with an idea: "She has appearance anxiety and age anxiety, right? If I can continue to put pressure on her and get her to come to my beauty salon, I will give Mr. Corneille the opportunity to stab her a few times." Gao Naiyi was a little surprised: "Beauty salon, so you do this." Melusina said with a slightly dissatisfied tone: "I have been serving Miss Tolai...Teresias for a while. Don't you see the changes?" "No." "Then please go back and take a good look at her." Cecil added: "Most witches in the 'lover' field have this skill. Those with no money and no background can provide door-to-door services. Those with money and background can make a lot of money by acquiring land and professional qualifications." "Okay, there's only one question left: how to lure Shimanna over there." "This is simple." The rainbow glow of teleportation magic appeared behind Corneille. Corneille turned sideways and let a playful hand slide through the air.

Anne's handbag landed on the ground. After she tidied her hair, she said to Corneille, "Now that Count Marseille is close to Her Highness Isabella, as his wife, will Shimanna's fashion and life interests be closer to Her Highness Isabella's?" "According to the social rules of the Federation, this is the case." Anne turned to Melusina: "You go and deal with Isabella." "I?" Corneille felt that Melusina must be looking surprised under the veil. "Let Mr. Corneille act as a go-between. You can make a deal with that princess and ask her to promote your beauty salon. Then Shimanna, who already has concerns about her appearance and age, will go there." "Uh, how much should I give her?" "The money is the least of it; the rest will depend on M. Corneille's persuasion." Melusina was very enthusiastic about rescuing Don Rodic, and that night she brought a box of valuables including gold coins, gems, pearls and a strange object. Could she have mixed in her personal belongings? Corneille knew what that thing was for, but for the sake of Melusina's dignity, he pretended not to see it and put the other things into the gift box he had specially purchased. Suddenly, the aroma of peaches wafted through his mouth, and something that Cornelius had deliberately ignored was stuffed into his hand. Corneille had a pair of swordsman's hands with protruding joints and calluses all over the fingertips and palms. He was confident that he could hold anything firmly, but the weapon in front of him made his hands slip, which was rare. The silk-gloved hand opened, took it, and put it back into Corneille's palm. "That's... not good," said Corneille. Melusina said shyly: "Mr. Corneille, you don't understand women. The poor prince cannot have a partner just when he needs it. Other witches in the 'Lovers' realm can also make props for her, but they all have partners, so how can they know what a single woman really needs." Corneille quickly stuffed the things into the gift box, and then replied: "Well, thank you for your thoughtfulness, but I think that poor girl doesn't need to do that. This is the path she chose herself." "Mr. Corneille, sympathy is a sign of your manliness." "Ms. Melusina, I'm from the Federation, and men's morality is not respected there." The topic of "male morality" will never lead to any conclusion. Corneille wanted to partially compensate Melusina for her losses, but was rejected by Melusina. Her reasoning was that if she could get Her Highness Isabella to start talking, then her beauty salon business would surely be booming and would be enough to make back her investment. Instead, she wanted to pay a sum of money to thank Corneille for her matchmaking. Corneille was about to refuse, but she mentioned a name. "It's also for Mr. Toledo." She said: "Just like in the Federation, a woman's status depends on the dowry she brings. When you join Her Highness Isabella's army, your status will also depend on your 'dowry'. Even though our relationship will never be public, I consider him my student... Now, this is just a token of my appreciation." "You should tell him directly if you have such good intentions," said Corneille. "Diaz is a grateful boy and he will repay you." Melusina shook her head: "I don't want to add pressure to him. He is such a sensitive child, even love can sometimes make him painful.

You don't understand, Mr. Corneille." Corneille recalled the time when she held his hand and strolled along the beach with him at midnight on a full moon, and whispered, "No, I understand." The next day, Corneille came to Isabella's country villa and saw Isabella wearing men's clothes and riding a horse on the grass. When she saw Corneille, she rode slowly to his side, dismounted, took off her hat, and her long hair flew, then closed behind her like a curtain. Her maid counted the gifts brought by Corneille and whispered a few words to her hostess. Isabella was very perfunctory at first, but she showed a surprised expression when she heard about a certain gift. Immediately, a smile appeared on her face, but that smile was chilling. Isabella dismissed the maid and asked her to lead the horse back to the stable. She put her hands in her pockets and strolled on the grass as rudely and freely as a man. "What brings you here, Monsieur Corneille?" she asked. "Thanks to your highness for the information, I have made that witch my friend." "Good thing." "She conveyed a cooperation intention through me: she offered money in exchange for your Highness's wise words at the ball that would help her business prosper." "For me, money is not dirt, but it is not the most important thing either." "She admires His Highness and has a sincere heart." "Ah, this is the first time I have received such a wonderful gift since I became the King of the Woods. Monsieur Corneille, do you have a sincere heart?" Isabella reached out her hand, and touched Corneille's chest with her scallion-like fingers. Her pink-painted nails pierced slightly inward, leaving swirls on Corneille's coat. Whether this was a favor or a threat depended on Corneille's answer. Corneille secretly complained in his heart, but pretended to be stupid on the surface: "I'm sorry, I'm a rough man, I know more about swords than women, so I don't have the courage to choose a gift for Your Highness. I asked a female friend to help me." Isabella stared at him for a few seconds, reached out to smooth out the wrinkles on his clothes, and said, "Courage? You say that as if I would eat you." Corneille breathed a sigh of relief. When he was glad that he had passed the test, he heard Isabella say, "It's not enough. Think about whether you have any reason to convince me to speak at the ball." "'Royalty Killer'." Isabella stopped in her tracks and asked, "Does this have anything to do with the beauty salon?" "In the intelligence I have, there is a woman who is a breakthrough. I want to lure her to the beauty salon to verify certain things. This may be a clue to the 'Imperial Killer'." "Perhaps? Well, thank you for your frankness, Monsieur Corneille. Give me a day to think it over. I will give you an answer tomorrow." Chapter 49 Beauty Salon "Maybe" couldn't convince Isabella, so she didn't agree immediately. Corneille had given up hope, but Melusine was confident. She said, "The thing I gave her came with a letter, which told me why I gave it to her." "Are you crazy?" “No, because I’m someone who craves love but is forced to be single, so I can understand what she needs.

People in her position are always lonely, so sincerity and understanding are the gifts that can really touch her." "If she was really moved, I would be disappointed. As a leader, she shouldn't succumb to sensual and physical desires," said Corneille. However, Isabella was destined to disappoint Corneille, and the next day, her messenger arrived at the mansion. Isabella accepted Melusina's gift and approved the deal. There was also a letter from Melusina, and no one knew what was written on it. After reading the letter with a faint scent of a cold beauty, Melusina actually sobbed. "What's wrong?" Gao Naiyi asked. "Your Highness really understands the suffering of a single woman. She is my confidant, and our ideals are so similar. This reminds me of the time when we fought side by side..." "Well, I have to interrupt you, Miss Melusina. You are recalling memories that do not exist. The two of you are destined to have no intersection in age." "Mr. Corneille, if we hadn't fought and you hadn't pinned me to the ground and beaten me, I would have wanted to punch you twice." Corneille handed over the handkerchief, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "Thank you for your honesty." Melusina wiped her tears with the handkerchief but did not return it, because her tears also had a charming effect. To be cautious, she would deal with it before returning it to Corneille. As an alternative, she gave her handkerchief to Corneille, so that Corneille could also be surrounded by the faint scent of peach. "Mr. Corneille..." Melusina hesitated, "Do you think that in order to win, one can resort to improper means in the process?" Corneille answered without hesitation: "Of course, that's exactly what we are doing now." Melusina breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, when this is all over, I'm going to tell you something." Isabella fulfilled her promise at the ball, and Melusina's beauty salon "Lusignan" was frequented by royalist ladies and a small number of witches, including Shimana. For this woman, misfortunes came one after another during this period: Corneille's investigation of the Bishuibang Manor, what Corneille said to her at the academy, her husband's affair with witches, the implicit mockery of the bottle of "gift from the witch" left by the "two-tailed mermaid"... It is said that the damn Corneille even approached the newspaper and said that he could also provide material for the biography of Count Don Rodique, and those unscrupulous businessmen were eager to use Corneille as a gimmick. She complained to her husband about this, but Count Marseille said perfunctorily that he had kept a close eye on the Tower of Discipline and as long as there was no trouble there, Corneille would not be able to make any waves. Discipline tower? Shimana didn't understand what her husband meant. Count Marseille refused to explain and only said that he had the means to protect her. The Earl himself went to Isabella's ball to play around, to select witch allies for himself and his brother, the seventh Duke of Berry, and to discuss business. This made Shimanna very depressed. When she came to Waite, she had no confidant to share her troubles with. In addition, a 47-year-old woman's anxiety about age, appearance and body shape made her urgently need some entertainment. Therefore, Isabella's "advertisement" hit Shimanna's heart directly. To please Isabella was the task assigned to her by her husband. It was reasonable for her to go there. To her surprise, the director of the beauty salon served her personally. She was a mysterious person who did not show an inch of skin and floated over like a black cloud. One could only tell from her voice that she was a young woman. But when the dean took off his gloves and revealed a pair of beautiful hands, Shimanna felt her mouth dry. She didn't know that human hands could be so beautiful that they could make even the same sex feel moved. Shi Manna was impressed by the dean's maintenance secrets. When she heard that the dean personally received her because he planned to open a branch in Hequese and hoped that she could help with the promotion, she was so charmed that she gave up the last bit of her defense. The dean lit the incense, but Shimanna felt that the peach scent on the dean's body was pleasant enough. Bathing, changing clothes, massage and chatting, these are the routine procedures in a beauty salon. Shimanna's consciousness gradually became blurred.

At this time, she heard the director say: "Madam, the next massage will be a little painful, please be patient, but it will be good for your body." Shi Manna agreed in a daze. After a few seconds, the severe pain made her wake up. The dean said: "In fact, excessive exercise and bad work and rest will harm your body. As soon as Madam came in, I saw that she was not feeling well.