Chapter 120 Little Green The shadows of Corneille and Josephine fell on everyone, and they trembled, perhaps because they felt the huge energy fluctuations or because they were afraid of the deeds their names represented. At the same time, they firmly protected Ryuke and Xiaolu, and used silence to resist Josephine's announcement. "It's solidarity, but it's meaningless," said Josephine. Corneille asked: "What about the collateral damage?" "Don't kill anyone." Corneille nodded, and as if he was holding his shield forward, he walked down the steps, his shadow falling at the feet of the crowd. They hurriedly drew back as if they were struck by fire. Suddenly, Corneille used the "Magic Bullet Shooter" to throw a wind bullet over everyone's heads. The strong wind blew the people in the secret passage to all directions. Those who fell down were ordinary people, while those who were in a mess but did not fall down were witches. Corneille often gives people the impression of being clumsy due to his body size, but at this moment, he stepped onto the wall with great agility, walking on it as if it were flat ground.

"Suliana" was constantly thrown out by him, and the dull sound of impact, the sound of the shield shattering and the witch's screams were very close and almost overlapped. "Teacher, hurry up, I'll cover you!" Ryuke was inspired by a sense of heroism, and she took the initiative to stay and use magic on Corneille. A spider web formed in Corneille's path, but was cut in half by Corneille's sword. As Ryuuka was about to use her second spell, Josephine attacked from a distance and pinned her to the wall. Corneille faced Xiaolu, who hurriedly used judgment magic on him. However, before the magic could be unleashed, Corneille had already approached her and put his shield on her, crushing her shield and interrupting her spell. Xiaolu fell backwards, and when her body touched the ground, she disappeared like a fish falling into water. She swam underground and emerged from more than ten meters away a second later. Corneille said calmly: "You still have a fight, but what about your readers? I can feel them standing up behind me, trying desperately to keep me here and give you a chance to survive. Although the collateral damage I was asked to incur is not to the extent of causing loss of life, it is still very painful for ordinary people or witches to be injured. " Xiaolu thought about it, and finally gave up resistance. Liu Ke said anxiously: "Run, teacher, even if only you run away, it's good!" Josephine came over and explained: “Even if she ran away and lost you, her core readers, her career as a writer would be over. Besides, running away is useless. We know her identity and can still catch her. It is better to give up resistance and get a chance to reduce the sentence. "What on earth did she do wrong?!" "Nothing. You were overpaid in a field operation. Now, it's your turn to pay the belated price for that money." Corneille took off Xiaolu's mask, and a woman of average appearance, who looked to be in her 30s, came into Ryuke's sight. Ryuke felt like she had seen her somewhere before... She suddenly remembered that this person seemed to be her companion who had carried out the field mission with her to escort the witch who had committed a crime in the Holy Land back to Waite. Soon after, the witches from the Male Management Department arrived at the scene. Cornelius thought that Xiaolu or Liu Ke had committed a crime against men. As a result, she found out that the fetish of the little boy with black silk stockings - even if it was just a fictional image in a fictional work, was also under their control. Josephine reached a deal with the people from the Male Management Department: the interrogation could take place, but she and Corneille had to be present, and she would be the one to send the two to the Tower of Discipline afterwards. In exchange, she will assist the Male Management Department in interrogating the two witches. The so-called "help" means that Josephine casts the magic barrier of trial to cover the witch on trial.

The men in the male management department hated Xiaolu even more. They first asked: "You have written as many as 37 novels with the theme of little boys wearing black silk stockings. Is this your hobby? "Yes." A sword fell down and pierced Xiaolu's thigh, causing her to scream. "You are lying." Josephine said: "You are a witch from the field of 'Judgment' and you know how to tell lies within the realm of Judgment magic. However, what you don't know is that even if it is the same magic, the superior has a strong suppressive power over the inferior. Your lying skills of the Judgment Magic of your level cannot resist my Judgment Magic. " Liu Ke looked incredulous: "Teacher, if you don't like boys with black stockings, why did you create so many works with them as the theme?" No one allowed her to speak, so the dog-man warrior from the Male Management Department elbowed her to shut her up. Xiaolu refused to answer, and the man from the Male Management Department was also straightforward, nodding to an elf girl. The elf came forward, and the tattoos on the five fingers of his right hand disappeared. The elf spell was instantly cast. Xiaolu screamed, his eyes rolled wildly, and he looked crazy. The elf girl explained: "Your human brains are not strong enough, and you will feel pain after the operation, but it will be fine after a while. She stepped back and looked at Corneille again. Corneille thought she looked familiar. Perhaps he had seen her on the Ancient Anthem? The elf girl gestured to invite Corneille to talk outside. Corneille nodded and walked into the messy cafe. The elf used the ingredients and tools in the store to make coffee, and asked, "Does Mr. Corneille like coffee?" "Usually, I prefer tea." “Well, tea is good too, but we elves prefer coffee. The reason we prefer it is because it symbolizes the suffering of our race. We originally lived on another continent, leading a leisurely and quiet life, but the invasion of the old empire changed everything. The spices, passenger pigeons, and coffee we produce are all popular in the old empire. In order to satisfy the greedy appetites of the nobles, the imperial army crossed the sea and conquered our homeland. "Is this a recollection of the good and bad times?" asked Corneille. "No, just looking for a good topic for conversation." Corneille did not think it appropriate for conversation because it involved racial hatred. "So please understand that I don't like humans very much, and I hate it even more when my people are with humans. Therefore, I am grateful for what happened last night." "That lady is yours..." "Mother." "That's it." "Don't worry, she won't retaliate against you. She is a clerk in the business field. She has money but not power. That's enough of the personal stuff, now onto a business matter: Polly Grayclaw has applied for her annual leave from me, and the reason she's asking for it is that she plans to travel with you." "Yes, Miss Polly has helped us a lot, and we want to make her happy," replied Corneille. "Does this mean..."

"Personal friendship." "understood." The elf girl said: "I approve, but please keep her away from the Duke and unarmed personnel on a full moon night. The dog-people go crazy on full-moon nights, and must take medicine or go to bed early to avoid such situations. Under my supervision, nothing unusual has happened, but if she goes on a trip..." "I got it." Corneille thought that Polly did not seem to report her lust for him. Or perhaps, she did, but the elf was just playing dumb. On the other side, in the pain brought by the elf magic, Xiaolu couldn't help but recall the past. Although she is famous for her works of little boys in black stockings, her real hobby is the very simple fourth love. When she was a child, one summer night, she was woken up by the heat and got up to drink water. When she passed by her parents' room, she heard a strange sound through the crack of the door. She walked around to the other side and looked through the window that was never closed tightly. She saw her mother dressing up her father, turning him into a beautiful and shy girl, while her mother was wearing men's clothes... After that, her father's irresistible charming style became Xiaolu's sexual enlightenment. To outsiders, Xiaolu's life is a happy one: she was qualified to enter Merida Comprehensive College at an early age, graduated smoothly, and entered the "trial" field. Her income is neither high nor low, but being able to work steadily in the "trial" field with a high casualty rate is a happy thing. When she reached a certain age, she started going on blind dates with outstanding men under the arrangement of the Waite Survival Department. Her current husband was her third blind date, and she fell in love with him at first sight because he looked a bit like her father. He was the only son in the family, with a simple relationship, no complicated entanglements, and a very clean background. She was relieved and married him quickly. Everyone said that she was blessed and her life would be smooth sailing. After marriage, when she confessed her habit, although she resisted, her husband chose to tolerate her habit and made various efforts. The couple lived a happy life... until her husband was diagnosed with a chronic disease. Magic can bring miracles, but miracles come at a price. Xiaolu visits a witch who has the ability to cure her husband, but the amount of money she demands suffocates her. In order to make money, she took on all kinds of jobs. After doing a lot of messy things like a headless fly but not making much money, she finally found her own stable and profitable business: Create a novel with the theme of little boy wearing black stockings. She is not a fan of little boys in black stockings, but she needs money, and this group is willing to donate generously to creators. Seeing her increasingly haggard husband, Xiaolu felt heartbroken. She knew that her husband was not a lover of the fourth love, but chose the painful and uncomfortable sacrifice based on his love for her. He had sacrificed for her, and now it was her turn. Xiaolu tried hard to understand this XP. She had no emotions, but she captured their hearts very well. Even though the male management department would strike hard at such creators from time to time, she persisted in order to save people. Her identity as a member of the Sword Branch in the "Judgment" domain provided her with a kind of "darkness under the lamp" protection, allowing her to escape searches repeatedly... until this day. Chapter 121 Weisz Under the influence of the spirit magic, Xiaolu's memories were revealed unconsciously by her and were recorded by the people from the Male Management Department using props, without missing a single second. When she came to her senses and realized that her secret had been exposed, she uttered a miserable voice: "Please! It doesn't matter what happens to me, just heal my husband!" Corneille and the fairy girl came back and happened to hear this sentence. Josephine explained the whole story. He sighed and said, "So, what will happen to the husband of this witch?" "He suffers from a chronic disease for which there is currently no hope of recovery." "But Ms. Green raised a lot of money..."

"Someone lied to her." "So the precious males were abandoned?" Josephine said nonchalantly: "Men as a whole are valuable, but one sick individual may not be so. The Department of Male Management and the Department of Waite Survival use two criteria to measure the value of sick men: First, does he have the ability to make a woman pregnant? Second, will his offspring inherit his defect? Unfortunately, this chronic disease is hereditary, so he can no longer have offspring, and without offspring he has no value." "It's a cruel place," said Corneille. "To be precise, if you don't have any abilities, life will feel cruel no matter where you are," Josephine replied. The Male Management Department spent six hours taking out everything they were interested in, and by the time they left, Xiaolu's face had turned gray. She looked at Corneille with cloudy eyes and said in a sobbing voice: "Kill me." "Sorry, this is not allowed." Today's working lunch was vegetable salad and lamb pie. Thinking back to his work, Corneille found it more difficult to swallow the food. The lives of the "lost ones" are the most dramatic in Waite. They are both the beneficiaries and victims of oppression; while they oppress ordinary people, they are also oppressed by more powerful witches. This makes their lives full of contradictions, and contradictions constitute the elements of drama. Corneille not only saw the life of witches, but also the life of ordinary people in Merida. Most of them just lived, and because they were used to it, they didn't feel pain. Corneille also witnessed the luxurious and decadent lives of those in power who were truly privileged classes. They know the joy of life and enjoy both material and spiritual abundance. For such people, pain is the same as not being able to hold a party because of bad weather. Only those who are caught between them, who want to live a colorful life but are unable to do so, have their desires not matched by their abilities, and thus pain is born. Gao Naiyi ended his useless thinking and asked: "Who should we catch next?" "Next up is your former colleague." "what?" "She is from the Knight State, and was brought from the Barbarigo family when Lady Angelica married there," said Josephine. "Is it Weisz?" “Yes, she has an impressive name and resume—she was originally Lady Angelica’s personal maid, but for some unknown reason, she was fired by the lady herself. With nowhere else to go, she came to Waite and was re-recruited by the "Justice" field. To be honest, noble ladies would not easily dismiss their personal maids. Because they are their close friends and lifelong companions, and they hold many of their secrets. Why did Lady Angelica dismiss her?" The mutton pie in Corneille's mouth suddenly became greasy. The reason why he thinks he is not a good person is that because of his actions, people like Weisz are passively implicated.

Moreover, most of them knew nothing about this and still thought Corneille was a good person.