Corneille approached the "Ancient Anthem" at an astonishing speed, ignoring the terrain, bypassing the crowd and avoiding attacks. When the "Ancient Anthem" had turned to the outside of the city and was about to leave, he jumped up and stepped onto the city wall, then used the city wall to jump a second time and came to the deck. "who?!" The crew of the Ancient Anthem saw only a flash of golden light hit the deck, and being sensitive, they instinctively treated it as an invader. Anne was still in a trance due to the bumpy "journey", but suddenly she felt Corneille's arms around her waist tightening, and she couldn't help but hug Corneille tightly, sticking closer to him. Corneille's body was hot, and his clothes were soaked with sweat, so Anne's cheeks felt hot and wet. His magnetic, deep breathing processed the smell of sweat into a fascinating taste. Corneille turned around, and the vision of the girl in his arms shook. She saw the centaur's iron-clad hooves and the huge lance in his hand. It was deflected by the "Flying Lion", and the sides rubbed against each other, leaving a series of sparks. The impact from the left side made Corneille and Anne stagger at the same time. Anne turned her head and saw the sword of a dog-man warrior brushing against the shield hanging on Corneille's left arm. The heavy feeling of the centaur's iron hooves treading away from behind, the dog-man warrior's figure disappeared in front of him. Corneille came to a safe place and put Anne down. The latter, still frightened, grabbed the corner of his clothes reflexively. "Stop, don't fight anymore!" Diaz's lack-of-authority voice ended the fight between the friendly forces. They were only separated for ten minutes, but the overly exciting development gave Diaz the illusion that he and Corneille had been separated for a long time.

The joy of reunion made Dias smile, but suddenly, an unfamiliar head popped out from the familiar back, with beautiful long black hair draped in Corneille's arms. "Ms. Longueville?" Corneille turned around, and Dias saw Anne clinging to Corneille, wearing his coat, holding his clothes with her hands, her cheeks flushed. This intimate scene made Dias' mind go blank. Anne let go, but wrapped herself tightly in the coat Corneille gave her, and smiled at Dias: "I'm sorry, Mr. Toledo, I borrowed your Mr. Corneille." "Ms. Longueville fought bravely for our plan and was unfortunately injured. Although her bravado is debatable, overall we should thank her," said Corneille. Diaz's attention was all on Corneille's injury. He ran over, wanting to treat the wound but afraid of causing infection. He looked at a loss. "Diaz," whispered Corneille. The young Duke seemed to have just woken up from a dream, and said to Anne, "Ms. Longueville, thank you for your help. Your fire saved everyone. Come on, I think others should thank you too." Dias gestured to invite Anne, and Corneille was happy that the two of them would deepen their relationship, so he went with the flow: "Go, Miss Longueville, you need to rest now, and the team also relies on your wisdom to sort out the current situation." Anne nodded and followed Dias. As their figures crossed, her fingers brushed the Ring of Apophis on Corneille's left hand. Considering Dias's feelings, Corneille had concealed the appearance of the ring. No matter what Corneille thought, Anne got a perverse pleasure from the touch. After seeing the two off, Corneille looked to the other side and saw the elf maid serving Ingrid, who made an invitation gesture with a sullen face. He followed the other party to the guest room on the ship and washed his wounds and stains in the bathroom. When he came out, his clothes were taken away and new clothes and medicine were placed on the bed. Corneille studied it for a while before beginning to treat the wound. The pain made his breathing quicken and a groan rolled out of his throat. This weakness that cannot be revealed in front of others can finally be released behind others' backs. "Hey, Corneille, something bad has happened!" Polly, with a plaster on her head, rushed in. Seeing the naked Corneille and his third divine weapon, Polly's tail rose up, stayed in the air for three seconds, and then slowly fell down. She turned her back, patted her cheek, and said to Corneille: "Come quickly, Don Rodique has become a woman again!" Chapter 74: The Weeping Woman

Corneille was startled and hurriedly quickened her movements, but the clothes given by the elf maid were very difficult to wear, which made Polly anxious. "Oh, you're so stupid!" She turned around, not caring that Corneille was still half naked, and said to him: "Turn around, I'll help you put on!" With her help, Corneille put on the aristocratic dress in the style of the Old Empire Court provided by the elves. It was complicated and gorgeous, but the garters and men's high heels were uncomfortable. On the way, Polly briefly recounted their experience on board the ship. After boarding the Ancient Anthem, the heretic-suppression troops and elite knights patrolled the ship, while some of the people on the ship transported them to the guest rooms for treatment, while others confronted the people on the ground. The majesty of the King of the Forest prevented the confrontation from escalating into a violent conflict. Anmita and Selina demanded the release of the intruders, but Ingrid, who had returned to the ship, was surprised at first, then said she would deal with the intruders herself. Of course Ingrid would not punish Diaz and his group. She just let them have a good rest and prepare for the next legal battle. Unlike the federal government, which at least superficially mentions "procedural justice" and "result justice", Waite's law is full of off-field factors and makes no secret of them: Magic, privilege, and money are the three most important factors in determining the outcome of the judgment. It is extremely barbaric, and its existence undermines the morality and order that maintain social stability. Any smart ruler will not let the people feel the reality and chaos of order and morality beyond fairy tales. However, magic gave rulers the capital to be willful. Waite's magic became stronger and stronger, and the cost of suppressing resistance was far less than the cost of maintaining the "fairy tale". Then, contempt and cold calculation make many of Waite's systems appear nakedly malicious. Diaz didn't care whether there was any malicious intent or not, he only cared about Corneille who didn't return. In order to get Corneille back, Ingrid took a shocking approach: she condensed the spirit magic at her fingertips and aimed it at Dias' heart. "To be honest, I don't know why Your Highness bullied the Duke, and I am in a dilemma: Duty taught me to protect His Excellency the Duke, and loyalty taught me to stand on the same side as His Highness." Polly smiled bitterly and said, "At that time, I was 'enjoying' the side effects of overusing my superpowers. My body temperature rose to around 42 degrees Celsius. I was dizzy from fever and dehydration. I couldn't think of the result at all." Corneille then noticed the mark of plaster under her hair and showed a concerned look. Polly snorted, but the wagging tail showed that she was still satisfied. "Now his temperature has stabilized, but he's a little tired. Cornelius, this is a work-related injury, you have to pay more." "I know, Polly." Corneille omitted the word "Miss" in his address because, seeing Polly running around despite her sick appearance, he had already regarded her as a friend. True, he was a "royalist" and Polly was a "Triple Alliance", but personal friendship could transcend political positions...he always believed so. In addition to Polly, other injured people include Sister Helena and Don Rodick. The former's excessive consumption of magic power caused body dysfunction and he is now sleeping soundly in the guest room. As Corneille passed by the room, he suddenly felt a pain in his eye sockets. Ivory-colored liquid oozed out of his eyes, gathered into a sphere in mid-air, flew into the room, and sank into Sister Helena's blindfold. Polly was frightened by this bizarre scene. She was weak to begin with, and the shock made her stagger. Corneille supported her before she fell to the ground. "Corneille, what would you do if you were in my place?" Polly asked softly. "I will side with Dias," replied Corneille.

"I know you are loyal to the Duke, assuming my situation." "What I'm talking about is the hypothesis. You don't have to worry about it. There is no right or wrong, only choices." Corneille let go of his hand without explaining the reason for his choice, but even someone as dull as Polly could see that it was so painful for Corneille to make that "choice". Ah, yes, the Duchess is the one Corneille is truly loyal to, and the current Duke of Alva was originally just a task assigned to him by the Duchess, Polly said in her heart. Polly couldn't reconcile between loyalty and responsibility, but Corneille couldn't give her a satisfactory answer, so she had to continue talking about Don Rodick. "He was wounded in a fight with a strange man - said to be the Count of Marseilles. At first he was quite energetic, but in the guest room, his clothes suddenly became loose and he turned back into a woman in a few seconds. " When Corneille heard the crying, he quickened his pace and as soon as he entered the room he saw a woman with short gray hair crying. Dias was comforting her, while Anne, who had changed her clothes, had wet hair and was holding the privately minted gold coins to heal herself. Besides them, Ingrid and her elven maid were present, and the latter said, "Sir, your clothes are ready, and will be returned to you in a little while." Gao Naiyi nodded: "Thank you." “You earned this for yourselves.” Ingrid said bluntly: "If you lose the battle, I will pretend nothing happened and sail away." "Your Highness, you have aimed at the Duke's heart. Please explain this matter," said Corneille. The maid frowned in displeasure, but Ingrid stopped her and said, "'Golden Oath', this is a plan that will allow you to return to the team as soon as possible." "Your Highness also knows this?" Ingrid smiled and said, "It was originally a blessing bestowed upon mortals by Mithra, but it was sealed in a special container and has never been used. I gave it as a gift to the Barbarigo family of the Knights State. Scholars in the Barbarigo family conducted research and created a low-profile version of Mithraic Protection, also known as the 'Golden Oath'. People can only imitate but not surpass the ability of the Divine Protection, so its core principles and most of its functions should be similar to the original Divine Protection. You attach so much importance to His Excellency the Duke, and he has the nickname 'Shining', so I guess the 'Golden Oath' has spread to cover him. As long as he is in danger, rescuing him will become your top priority, at the cost of overdrawing your body in exchange for a short burst of power." Ingrid looked at Dias, and Corneille's gaze followed the King of the Forest to the person he was protecting. The light that illuminates Dias's side gives the young Duke a gentle and peaceful temperament. When Angelica had not yet been consumed by desire and hatred, she also had the soft light that made Corneille fascinated and made him make mistakes. "The 'Golden Oath' means that His Excellency the Duke is your soft spot and weakness. He may need some power to protect himself, such as... magic." Ingrid said. Corneille replied expressionlessly: "Your Highness is such a joker. How can a man learn magic?" "I made a mistake." Ingrid's eyes turned to Don Rodick: "His problem is very difficult. Through the fight with him, Count Marseille seems to use the principles of the law of contact and the law of similarity at the same time, using an unknown supernatural power to force him to return to the female body. Count Marseille's extraordinary power is very strange. He uses poetry as a carrier of power and consumes poetry to perform functions including attack transfer, substitute, defense and puppet creation.

The poetry collection may be the key to the ritual, or it may just be a cover, but his efforts to conceal the nature and source of his extraordinary power are successful. At least now, I have no way to change Mr. Tang Rodick back. This is very disadvantageous to you. " Corneille knew that if Don Rodique appeared in his original form, his team only needed to prove that Don Rodique was still alive to overturn all the statements of the Count of Marseilles and complete a major reversal. But if Don Rodique returned to a feminine posture, then Corneille's team would need to start proving everything that happened after June 1229, 6. After all, Count Marseilles could claim that she was No. 96, a lunatic obsessed with worshipping Don Rodick, and could produce convincing official records from the Holy Land and the Wetterland to back her up. Then, Selina can follow up, change Don Rodick's identity back to No. 96, and reclaim it reasonably. I think that Count Marseille had already thought of this and had been preparing for a long time, so when the crisis occurred, he could immediately strike the core of the incident with a steady, accurate and ruthless blow. Before finding a way to undo Count Marseille's tricks, Corneille must first stabilize Dom Rodick's emotions. He came up to the crying woman, grabbed her collar with some disappointment, and forced her to look up at him. Gao Naiyi said seriously: "Enough! You are a soldier, don't really think of yourself as a woman. What does it mean to cry so much?" Don Rodic's emerald eyes were filled with despair: "I'm not crying because I've become a woman again, Corneille. I'm beginning to forget the past." Chapter 75 Good Night "What have you forgotten?" asked Corneille. "Many things, or rather, apart from a dozen unforgettable things, it's becoming increasingly difficult for me to recall the rest, and I've even forgotten them." Tang Luodike covered his head in confusion: "Where I am from, what is the hometown of that bitch Shimanna called, what are her parents' names, what she looks like, I don't remember anything at all." "It seems that this is Count Marseille's real killer move. As long as Mr. Don Rodick's memory is destroyed, all the accusations will be difficult to prove." Ingrid said. Fortunately, Corneille still had "Sulena", which contained Don Rodique's memories until June 1229. All that was left was for Corneille and the others to narrate it orally and try to make Don Rodique believe that it was his memory. There is a problem here. The memory in "Sulena" does not include the part about Shimanna's betrayal. In it, Shimanna's image is even beautiful. If Don Rodiquette lost all his memories after June 1229, then his personality would go back in time to the Count Don Rodiquette before he was killed by Corneille, who was a family-oriented, loving wife, and firmly believed that a happy life would continue. Count Don Rodic was not a smart or sensitive man, so he did not discover his wife's betrayal until his death. His innocence and love for his wife made the result of the time travel absolutely unfavorable to Corneille's team. Without that unforgettable tragic experience, he would not have enough hatred for Shimanna. The cold-hearted Shimanna would certainly take advantage of the naivety of her ex-husband who had lost his memory and trick him into giving up the accusation, or even turn around and put all the blame on Corneille. Therefore, the memory of Don Rodic after 1229 must be preserved. Don Rodic hugged "Sulena" and retrieved her memories before June 1229 in the halo of the shield. The surging memories made her burst into tears and she lay on the bed twitching. Dias whispered: "Pierre, even if the memory can be restored, Mr. Tang Rodick's mental state..." "Ah, his personality will continue to deform, and his spirit will continue to suffer shocks. As long as we are unable to do anything about his memories after 1229, his cognition will become more and more torn apart." Corneille shook his head: "Relying on 'Sulena' is not a long-term solution."

After leaving the town of Nebuchadnezzar, the "Ancient Hymn" turned to the eastern suburbs of Merida. The headquarters of the "Queen's" territory was surrounded by a forest farm. The elves set up their headquarters here naturally to fit in with their vegetarian, environmentalist and anti-urbanized personality.