Applicants who wish to obtain basic protection must first submit proof of income and property to Fortuna Bank in Hecheser - people with stable income, wealth, and good reputation are more likely to gain the favor of the goddess. Afterwards, the Goddess will personally organize an interview to not only decide whether the interviewee can obtain Her blessing, but also decide the annual fee to maintain the blessing: Poor people who are not favored by her are only eligible for 6000 dinars per year, while fat sheep like Corneille need to pay 20000 dinars per year. But compared with the free choice of other gods, getting Fortuna's blessing can be said to be a simple mode. About 80% of the federal supernatural beings outside the Holy Land State (Hathor magic and Hathor protection), the White State (magic), the Federation State (superpowers) and the Knight State (Minerva magic and Minerva protection) have received Fortuna's protection. Therefore, there is a conspiracy theory that the goddess of wealth does this to give people the motivation to make wealth flow, thereby expanding her influence in the world. People don't know whether He did it intentionally, but everyone can see that the extraordinary people put money in a position second only to power, and money has thus become an important indicator for assessing the strength of extraordinary people. Chapter 61: Ingrid "Snake Eyes" Therefore, if Tang Luodike wants to restore his extraordinary power, it is just a matter of money. It is difficult to find equipment that matches Tang Luodike, but there is a way. Meanwhile, Polly reported to Ingrid on the Ancient Hymn. The ship looked small and lacked shelter, but after boarding, she discovered that this was an illusion given by the enchantment. The actual size of the "Ancient Hymn" is approximately the same as the Federation's largest sailing battleship, the "Valmy" (5800 tons). Since it does not carry out combat missions, the layout of all its spaces is dedicated to "enjoyment" and "livability".

Behind the dragon head statue on the bow, a small but well-kept botanical garden "grows" on the deck. Several centaurs lie on their backs nearby, chatting while maintaining their armor and weapons. When they saw Polly, the eyes of these centaurs lit up, just like the noble ladies of Hecheser seeing a purebred kitten. They immediately stood up and came to Polly, rubbing her head and stroking her tail. These female warriors were middle-aged and suffered from the pain of missing their relatives far away in their hometown. The young Polly became a spiritual substitute and was warmly welcomed by them. "Don't touch it, don't touch my tail, I have worked so hard to groom my fur, and don't give me candy, I am not a child!" Polly protested, but actually accepted the women's kindness happily. Her fellow tribesmen watched coldly, and when Polly came over, they conducted a rather rough inspection. Most of the dog-men recruited by Ingrid had served in the Imperial Guards, and they formed a strong bond because of this. However, Polly was an "outsider" who had just arrived in Weite for a short time, but was given an important task by Ingrid, which aroused their jealousy. Polly vaguely sensed it, but she didn't care. These people couldn't help her make money, so they couldn't be friends. After a lot of tossing and turning, Polly was able to pass the inspection. She walked through a cold corridor. Although she didn't see it, she knew that the blood-sucking agents were using their supernatural powers to examine her to ensure that she was Polly herself physically and mentally. When she came back to light, the beautiful but sour-looking elf maid used elf magic to check her loyalty. If the loyalty score is below 80 points, Polly will be banned from entering. If the loyalty score is below 60 points, Polly will be killed directly. Don't be fooled by the stinky-faced elf in front of you who is as thin as a bean sprout, but she is on par with Corneille who doesn't use magic. Polly never worried about her loyalty. She was taught by her father to be loyal to the royal family since she was a child. Her life was spent fighting for her own interests and for the interests of the Federation. Although "loyalty" cannot be said to be a stamp of thought, it can be regarded as an impregnable fortress in her soul. "93 points." Seeing this score, the stinky-faced elf regained his composure and saluted Polly. Polly returned the salute and was then led into the palace by the elf maid. The path Polly has walked reveals the current armed forces structure of the Federation: a border field group composed mainly of centaurs, a royal infantry composed mainly of dogmen, spies and special forces composed mainly of vampires, and elves (non-royal) as personal guards. These people have devoted everything they have to the small but vital elven royal family. The palace was covered with heavy curtains, and a large number of gold and silver wares were stacked in display cabinets. Although tacky, the elves' excellent metal processing technology could be seen from the fine details of the utensils. On the wall behind the cabinet, oil paintings depict the history of the elves and their love of ships and battles.

Passing through all the curtains, on the boat-shaped throne made of skulls and iron, the noble female elf appeared in Polly's eyes. Polly adjusted the position of the scabbard and knelt on one knee, but a piece of chain that had popped out was placed on her knee. "Don't be polite, child of Gray Claw. The flourishes and elaborateness of men mean nothing to us," said Ingrid. Having said that, Polly heard that several disrespectful colleagues were expelled from the "Queen's" territory. Being expelled was almost equivalent to social death. They could not gain a foothold in their hometown and could only go to the Federation or foreign countries to make a living. The vanity of human powers comes from making people kneel, while the vanity of elf powers comes from making people not kneel. Polly stood up, and the chain was returned to Ingrid's hand at a speed she couldn't see clearly. She looked at the divine weapon and noticed the dense tattoos on Ingrid's fair and round arms. Tattoos are a traditional culture of the elves, and also a way to perform elven magic. By tattooing a specific totem on one's body, the elves can instantly cast elven magic, omitting the required chanting or casting actions. Convenient, but visually disgusting, Polly thought. This is also the reason why her loyalty value did not reach full score. "Let's talk about what happened today. Don't miss any details," said Ingrid. "But time..." "It doesn't matter. I am the 'King of the Forest'. The Discipline Tower needs time to prepare the ceremony to welcome me and hide the shameful things." Ingrid said. Polly described what she witnessed in detail. Because she accepted Corneille's money and had a good impression of Dias and Corneille, her narrative was very biased towards Corneille. Finally, she added: "It would be fine if I didn't know the truth, but Shi Manna chose to have sex with the perpetrator in order to protect her possessions... I despise her!" Ingrid smiled: "I can see that you are a little angry. But the point of this matter is not the betrayal of feelings, but the distribution of wealth." "Ugh?" “I am on Mr. Tang Rodick’s side. After all, I have a history with him, and now is the time to repay the favor. Killing Shimana or Count Marseille is not realistic. Restoring my identity and returning my property are my realistic demands. After that, I can only wait for the right opportunity." Polly couldn't accept it: "They've done so many bad things, and we're just going to let them go?" "Yes, because it is not uncommon for the perpetrators and victims to be united, and they are powerful and have many allies, so even the first step, which is to restore one's identity, is so difficult." Ingrid said: "My purpose in seeking your help is to find out what Mr. Tang Rodick and the people who rescued him are thinking. Fortunately, the Duke of Alva's men are clear-headed and they are able to make Don Rodic obey their orders, so if I join their team, I can bring them help instead of more quarrels. Go, children of Graypaw, and preach my will to them." "As ordered!" Polly saluted Ingrid excitedly, then trotted out. A blood-sucking creature slowly descended from the beam and complained to her: "Your Highness, why did you send a fool as a contact person?" "Please don't say that. I recruited her because of her clean resume and pure character, which makes it easy for her to gain the trust of others." "It is true that I can get close to Corneille, but I cannot entrust the investigation task to her. Your Highness, you got involved in this matter just to investigate Corneille." Ingrid nodded, then shook her head: “Since Camilla disappeared, her blood-related brother has become the only clue.

But... unlike what you think, I want to have a friendly relationship with Camilla, so I'll take a roundabout way and become friendly with Corneille first. Corneille is very suspicious, and only by sending a simple child like Polly can I gain his trust. Otherwise, I won't even have the chance to get close to him. Besides, I have an old relationship with Mr. Tang Luodike. Although our friendship is not enough for me to help him in times of need, it can be the icing on the cake. " The vampire's face still had a skeptical expression: "But, Corneille is a royalist, and we belong to the Tripartite Alliance, so our positions conflict severely. As long as he is not the kind of man who thinks with his small head, he will definitely be wary of His Highness. " Ingrid was amused: "He, a royalist? It's just talk. He has no political beliefs, and his vigilance is directed at everyone indiscriminately. It is understandable that in his position, everything seems to be the result of chance and his own efforts, but his instinct and reason tell him that things are not that simple, and some things happen too 'coincidentally'. He couldn't see the road ahead clearly, so he naturally raised his weapon and aimed nervously at the darkness that was surrounding and approaching him. Treat him with respect, keep the investigation confidential, and don't irritate his sensitive nerves. When he goes crazy, it will cause headaches for many people." "As ordered." Everyone involved in this matter has their own thoughts, but only the simple and kind-hearted Polly believes that a turning point has come for Don Rodick. Chapter 62: Grit Your Teeth After delivering the clothes to Tang Rodik, Selena returned to the Discipline Tower. She ignored Shimanna the whole time, and Shimanna seemed to be hesitant to speak, not knowing what to say to her former enemy. The first order given by the warden was to ring the bell, telling the guilty witches to end their exercise early and return to their cells. Naturally, the reason used to restrain Helena disappeared. The nun was about to reunite with Corneille, but was stopped by Selena. "How much did Corneille spend to bribe you?" Selena asked straight to the point. (One hundred thousand dinars.) "I'll give you two hundred thousand, and I hope you can withdraw from this matter." (Please allow me to refuse. I will not give up long-term plans for short-term benefits.) "Is it the sugar business of the Barmak family? Or is there something else going on in the Fool's territory?" (No comment.) Selina nodded: "It seems to be both." She witnessed Helena disappear from her sight, thought for a moment, and decided to contact the King of the Forest in the "Pope" realm, Don Rodick's former boss, Cardinal Anmita. When the prop emitted a circle of light indicating successful communication, Selina clearly heard the sound of little boys playing and fighting. It seemed that the rumor that Archbishop Anmita was a disgusting pedophile was not groundless. "Honey, what's the matter?" Anmita asked in a sweet voice. Selena felt a chill when she thought of Anmita, who was about the same weight as her, speaking to the little boys in this voice. "Don Rodick is resurrected," she said. Anmita's voice turned cold: "You promised that Don Rodick is a dead man."

"This is not my fault. It's the chain reaction caused by that bitch Isabella who instigated the Count of Marseilles and the Duke of Alva to compete for favor." "Count Don Rodic is a dead pagan hero, and this is the best outcome for everyone." Anmita said: "Go ahead and do it. Use deception, killing, and the media to block the truth. Do your best. I will let the branch of the state church in Merida fully assist you." "I really want to do this, but my lord... Her Highness Ingrid has also intervened in this matter. I want to know if this is a unanimous decision made by the three alliances after they have been discussed." "This elf girl is causing me trouble!" The Peaceful Tower was offline, and Selina contacted Count Marseille again. The latter said calmly: "I know what happened in the Discipline Tower, Warden, you disappoint me." "You should be disappointed in your wife. She secretly met with No. 96. If it weren't for me, your wife would have been taken away by them to interrogate more testimony." "I should have divorced her earlier, but her million-dinar fortune was too tempting." "Do you have any clues about Ingrid's involvement?" "No, my family has no connection with the Federation. But I seem to have heard that Ingrid is a nostalgic person, and she happens to have an old relationship with Don Rodick." Little Marseille replied. "She had not previously expressed any concern about No. 96's situation." "Because she only plays with favorable winds. The damn Corneille and that stupid bitch Shimanna 'cooperated' to turn the situation into a favorable wind, so she naturally had to sell Don Rodick out!" Selina replied: "I have informed Anmita, hoping that she can restrain Ingrid for a while. Go and tell the people in the field of 'justice' to act quickly and file a lawsuit against Corneille with any crime." "I did that before I spoke to you." "Where's that bitch Isabella?" "She was shocked and stunned. She felt sad about the conflict between me and Corneille, but she looked like she was going to enjoy the show. She would not leave unless the fight between us reached a certain level!" Before ending the contact, Count Marseille asked Selena to keep an eye on Shimana and not let her talk nonsense and give ammunition to others. Selena simply called Shimana and asked her to talk to Count Marseille herself. Shimanna smelled faintly of alcohol. Considering what she had experienced before, Selina could understand it and felt a dark pleasure in her heart. She handed the cigarette and matches to Shimana, who thanked her in a low voice, opened the matchbox, struck a match, warmed the cigarette with fire, and then put it in her mouth. Shimanna blew out a smoke ring, and her skillful movements showed that this was her daily entertainment. The customs in Hequese are so strange that it is considered vulgar for a lady to discuss or read novels in public, but no one criticizes their smoking habits. Is it because tobacco companies pay more taxes than publishers? "Hey, Henry, I screwed up," said Shimana. "idiot!" "You are qualified to say this? Well, old Masai hypnotized me, and you took advantage of the opportunity to control me, made me bear your children, indirectly murdered my husband, and used my inherited property to pave the way for you. I didn't know Robbie was alive, I ignored him when I could have saved him, and I lived a happy life while he was miserable... If this gets out, how will people see me? " Shimana sneered: "Although you are a superhuman, you are not a hero like Robbie or Corneille who fought with swords and guns. You are a vulture, a wild dog, and a coward!