('Love' makes her let you go, 'hate' makes her cooperate with the plan of the person who framed you.) (How you define her is your right. I just think that even if she is not our friend, her contribution should not be buried.) Tang Rodick nodded with mixed feelings. (Then, let us turn to Mr. Corneille.) The nun and Don Rodique looked out the window together. Don Rodique prayed for Corneille's victory, while Helena stroked the empty eye sockets under the blindfold, waiting for the opportunity to create a miracle. Chapter 68 Ten Fingers While everyone was focusing on the barrier, a secret battle took place near the reservoir in the town of Nebuchadnezzar. Flames suddenly appeared in the air and were processed again, turning into thin and pointed hairpins that swept across the air and ignited the moment they hit the figure. In the dim firelight, the figure collapsed, returning to its true form as paper, and quickly turned into ashes in the flames, falling next to the pointed boots decorated with ties. Shimana thought her husband was still in Merida, but the actual situation was that Count Marseille was taken to the town of Nebuchadnezzar by Amitābha using divine power.

According to Count Marseille's own opinion, he did not join his allies, but hid quietly when everyone's attention was attracted by the two kings of the forest. Although the Three States Alliance had already taken action and he had left himself enough room for both attack and retreat, a sense of uneasiness and a desire for adventure prompted him to go to the scene in person. He considered himself as a backup plan, so that if anything unexpected happened, he could come to remedy the situation himself. However, the accident happened when he was looking for a hiding place. “I am a poet, and poetry writers need to maintain passion. It may be stupid, but I will still put myself in danger, in the shadow of death and failure, to feel the passion that surges desperately because of the desire to survive. " Count Marseille put his hand on his heart and looked at the person who had forced him here: "Miss Longueville, why are you here again?" "Same reason as yours, Mr. La Marche. I want to paint an oil painting and come here to collect inspiration. The history and symbolism of the Discipline Tower always inspire me." Count Marseille looked at Anne and asked, "Using props to disguise your appearance?" "Same here, Mr. La Marche. I think it is possible to create poetry without wearing a mask and without carrying so many books that my coat becomes bulging." "Then we won't get in each other's way?" Count Marseille moved his feet and was extremely compressed. The needle-like flames hit the front of his pointed boots, and the flying sparks left stains on the boots. "Why play dumb? There is no such thing as coincidence in this world, only inevitability." Anne pinched the hem of her skirt and saluted Count Marseille: "Our battle is also part of the drama." Going back in time, when Count Marseille proposed the canal project, a project that everyone could hope to make a fortune on, it naturally attracted the Longueville family. Anne wanted to achieve something in order to further widen the gap with other heirs, but her stepfather Henry found her and said that a friend he knew (his former employer) seemed to have something wrong. Anne is convinced by the judgment of the "old vultures" who manage the property of the top wealthy people in Hequese, occasionally take advantage of the situation to rob, but still stand firm in the capital. But the problem is that after the vultures have fully experienced the coldness and evil of the upper class, they have been forced to live a life of going along with the crowd and repaying evil with evil. It is impossible for them to have any conscience. "My former employers have determined that the probability of failure is too high if I get involved in the canal project. The private bank fund flows of several directors of the Hequese Central Bank are not quite right... They did not tell me these secrets in detail, but they conveyed their conclusion: compared with the canal, killing Mrs. Shimana and swallowing up her assets would be more feasible.

For this reason, they passed the information to you through me, Miss, and asked you to return to the task of rescuing Mr. Tang Rodick. " Anne knew that Henry was so eager because of the commission promised by his old employer. Her stepfather's advice made her decide to withdraw from the matter and "blitz" the Discipline Tower, but a child of her age was both decisive and greedy: While withdrawing, she also wanted to divert Count Marseille's attention so that she could take credit from Corneille and Dias. So, at Isabella's party (the foreigner held parties far more frequently than Waite average), she made moves to show her goodwill to Isabella. Isabella was once a man, but now she has been a woman for ten years. With an expression that said "I've seen through it all," she raised her feather fan to cover her mouth and asked, "Mr. Corneille or Mr. Toledo, which one do you want?" This blow made Anne's cheeks red, and her impeccable business smile appeared on her face a second later. "It seems like you want it all, and you seem to want to see them 'perform' for you more than you want to see yourself." Isabella smiled. "They are really quite entertaining - in the most pathetic sense. And it's an Oedipus Rex tragedy." Anne was a little surprised: "Could it be that Mr. Corneille and Mr. Toledo's..." "Oh, stop it, it's not nice to talk about other people's privacy." "Your Highness, allow me to ask you a question: Which do you prefer, the Count of Marseilles or the Duke of Alva?" "Of course it's the Duke of Alva. He's lovely, isn't he? The Count of Marseilles has an angelic face, but the look he gave me was too wanton and full of lust." Isabella shook her head: "However, this does not mean that I will stand on the side of Duke Alva. He has not demonstrated enough value." "So, am I worthy enough for Your Highness to help me hide my little thoughts?" "Okay, you just need to answer one question for me honestly." "Please speak, Your Highness." "How much did it cost you to have Monsieur Corneille wear that lovely but wicked ring?" asked Isabella. "?!" Anne was amazed at Isbella's keen perception and answered honestly: "One hundred thousand dinars." Isbella was a little surprised: "So cheap." Anne smiled bitterly. One hundred thousand dinars was enough for Waite to buy a good property that would pay for itself in about ten years. In Merida, where prices were high, it only cost about thirty thousand dinars a year to be a decent person. Even for her, 100,000 dinars was a sum that she had to stamp her feet to come up with. Her annual pocket money + income from her small private business was slightly more than this amount. Probably, only Isabella, who had an annual income of more than 9 million and a fortune of more than 60 million (excluding real estate, antiques, calligraphy and paintings, and jewelry), could call 100,000 dinars "a bargain." This price deeply stimulated Isabella. When she went to bed, she suddenly said to herself: "He has ten fingers." In short, under Isabella's protection, Anne did not let Count Marseilles realize that he had withdrawn from the project. The Triple Alliance and the Count of Marseilles's other allies all judged that the Longuevilles were too busy with the canal project to care about him. Anne thus became an "idle chess piece", but she would never be a neglected piece.

First, she found the "Two-Tailed Mermaid" and kidnapped her again. The latter had always wanted to switch to Count Marseille's camp and had a considerable obsession with him. It was only because Sister Helena's prohibition was more powerful that she prevented him from betraying her. Anne's purpose of kidnapping the other party was to study the extraordinary powers of Count Marseille. If the Lusignan family felt offended, she would put all the blame on Melusina. This research allowed Anne to glimpse into the secrets of the Lusignan family and understand why they were in a hurry to find a partner for Melusina. Originally, she looked down on Melusina, thinking that Corneille's allies had their own thoughts, and only Melusina joined in foolishly, talking about love and morality and other incomprehensible words. But now it seems that Melusina got involved in Don Rodick's affairs for her own little reasons, which makes Anne feel much more at ease. As expected, Melusina is also a witch, so common sense in dealing with witches still applies. Therefore, Anne visited the Toledo Mansion, but did not enter. Instead, she asked Melusina to come out and said to her: "I need to disguise myself and your pure love power to support me." "?" "Count Marseille, he is a threat. I will deal with him." Annie said: "From a synergy perspective, you are more suitable to deal with him, so it's okay for you to come and fight." "I'm not good at fighting," Melusina whispered. "Then come and help me." Now, Melusina's help really showed its value. When Anne entered the town of Nebuchadnezzar and ran into Count Marseille, Count Marseille immediately used his most extraordinary power, but the pure love shield on Anne's body kept the temptation out. Chapter 69: Paper Flame Play "Even according to the customs of the Federation, a married man hitting on an unmarried woman is an extremely immoral act." In order to avoid attracting the attention of the guards of the Discipline Tower, Annie processed the flame into a low-key and stealthy shape. Count Marseille was agile enough for his size. After dodging the flames, he smiled and replied, "In my defense, this was not intentional. When I was born, my mother, who was overly worried about my life, spent a lot of money to buy potions, grabbed my ankles and soaked me in them. As a result, except for my ankles, I have the power to control people's hearts. " Of course, this was a joke. Anne looked down at the cracks on her Pure Love Shield, which had a very obvious direction. Anne compressed the flame into a tighter form and threw it out at a faster speed. It exceeded Count Marseille's reaction speed and he could no longer deal with it by dodging. Count Marseille pulled out a collection of poems from his bulging coat, and the flaming hairpins that were pointing at various parts of his body suddenly turned and pierced the collection of poems. Count Marseille threw the burning book away, and Anne had to use teleportation magic to move the book. Otherwise, if Count Marseille threw it into a random house, the fire it caused might attract the attention of others. “You clearly possess fire magic that is extremely powerful in direct combat, and teleportation magic that can change the rhythm, but you put yourself in a hidden battlefield. The flames cannot spread, and teleportation magic must be used to eliminate fire hazards. You take the initiative to give up your advantage and fight me. What a charitable spirit this is. Oh no, I should ask, is it appropriate to use teleportation magic in Nebuchadnezzar Town?" Although his tone was sarcastic, Count Marseille's expression gradually became solemn. Due to the conditions of the battle, Anne was unable to take advantage of her fire magic, but she reduced her magic power consumption. The extraordinary power he used was activated through paper, so it was not compatible with fire magic. So... Count Marseille had an idea and ran towards the reservoir in Nebuchadnezzar Town, wanting to use the "gift from nature" to offset Anne's advantage.

He moved flexibly between the buildings, and Annie kept using teleportation magic and suddenly bumped into his field of vision. Anne chooses her timing carefully, flicking her wrist only when it won't cause any additional damage. Such an attack naturally had little effect, but when arriving at the reservoir, Count Marseille relaxed for a moment, giving Anne an opportunity to take advantage of. Anne changed her tactics. She shaped the flame into a sword, held it in her left hand, and used her right hand to create a teleportation magic, teleporting the flaming sword to the blind spot of Count Marseille's vision - the surface of the reservoir. Count Marseille, feeling the fluctuation of power, took out a collection of poems. The flaming sword was attracted by the collection of poems, but the transmitted light lit up in front of Count Marseille's eyes. Anne stepped out of the door, grabbed the hilt of the sword, and adjusted its attack direction. Count Marseille jumped back, out of the sword's attack range, and seeing Anne raise her arms and make a throwing motion, he immediately rolled over, and in his rotating field of vision, he saw Anne's movements pause. Fake move?! Count Marseille saw that Anne injected more flames into the sword and shaped it for the third time. The flaming sword turned into a spear and was thrown out of her hand. In an instant, the red light and the scorching air waves eroded Count Marseille's perception. Count Marseille disassembled the poetry collection in his hand. The book disintegrated and the pages flew like snow. In the center, red light spread and the heat wave made the pages fly in the air with scorched marks. Anne's flame spear pierced through the poetry collection, but Count Marseille was no longer visible. Without thinking, she let her body emit the light of teleportation magic, and at the moment the magic was completed, she suddenly canceled the magic. She turned around and spread her palms backwards. The flames gushed out in the simplest form, colliding with the incoming water column. White mist rose at the junction of water and fire, and quickly disappeared in the light of the teleportation magic. The paper fell into the reservoir, attracting Anne's attention for a second, and the sound of hurried footsteps broke into her perception. She spread her palms, and the white mist that was teleported away gushed out, enveloping the area where she was. The next second, a slash tore through the white mist, and Count Marseille, holding a long sword made of paper pages, launched what he thought was a brilliant counterattack. During this period, in addition to actual combat in bed, he and Waite's witches also explored the witches' fighting styles. Just like what was rumored in the Federation, these lucky ones who had abundant resources (magic power) were lazy in training combat skills, especially combat skills related to the physical body. The key to winning a battle against the Witch of Waite is to speed up the battle tempo, fight as close as possible, and not give the opponent enough time to think and formulate on-the-spot tactics. As he expected, his attack to cut through the white mist would also cut through the pure love shield on Annie's body, and then he could use charm to hinder her cognition and defeat her. However, in the "wound" of the white mist, he only saw a piece of air. The burning sensation made him reflexively raise his left arm, and all the poetry collections hidden in his left sleeve were released, forming a thick shield above his head. His gaze followed upwards, and Anne appeared above his head as expected, with her palms open, the flame brewing in them compressing and spinning, the red light irritating his eyes and making him shed tears. Count Marseille was not worried, because the collection of poems he disassembled was fireproofed. As long as he could withstand the first impact of the magic, he would be able to escape in time. At this moment, Count Marseille sensed a completely different energy fluctuation emanating from Anne, which was wilder, hotter and more evil. The air became hot and dry, and every breath burned his nose and throat. He looked up and saw that Anne's eyelids and eyes were covered with crimson eyeshadow, her sclera was painted black, her iris was decorated with gold, and her vertical pupils bloomed in it. Count Marseille had no time to observe more details, because the fire brewing in Anne's palm turned into a strange sky blue color, and the evil feeling spread. The crimson flames hit Count Marseille's shield, and he felt not the burning sensation but the heaviness. He hastily abandoned the shield and rolled on the ground, seeing that the shield and the ground had already been torn into pieces. "What the hell." He dusted himself off. "Who taught you this crude way of fighting?"