Diaz gave Merritt many instructions, fearing that Merritt, who was not yet able to live independently, might get into trouble while he was away. Merritt listened carefully and gave assurances one by one. Before she knew it, Dias had talked a lot and suddenly it was time to leave. "Can you now understand Mr. Corneille's feelings?" Melusina joked. “I’m not doing good enough.” Dias waved goodbye to Merritt who sent him off in the carriage: "But I think I will protect her with the same attitude." "..." Polly stared at Merritt without saying a word. She had submitted the paperwork, but it would take a few days for the approval, so she came to play with Diaz and get some cool air. The dog-human single dormitory is very hot during the day, but a little better at night, but there are a lot of mosquitoes. Polly has a physique that attracts mosquitoes, so she will come to Toledo Mansion for the next few days, sleeping during the day and fighting bitterly with mosquitoes at night. Polly ran into Merritt several times and wanted to say hello but finally held back. "I don't have any friendship with Don Rodick, and he's gone. What can I say to a person who has lost his memory?"

Polly was a little disappointed: "It would be nice if we could drink together." "No, Pierre said, Polly, your health is ..." Polly covered her ears: "Oh, I don't want to hear that name, Dias, I'm here to play with you, who cares!" Dias smiled bitterly. He still didn't understand why Polly was angry with Corneille, but he could see that Polly was looking around in the mansion and sometimes even sniffing, probably looking for Corneille. Isabella welcomes Dias in men's clothing, and Dias sees several familiar faces at her party: Dr. Cecil, Sister Helena, and Anne, all of them are there. The hostess took a glass of iced grape juice from the waiter and toasted with Dias and Melusina respectively. When her eyes fell on Polly, the latter immediately exploded. She patted Diaz on the shoulder and said, "Mr. Toledo, since you brought her here, you should take good care of her." Dias hastened to assure: "Miss Polly is an upright and noble person, she will not spoil your highness's good mood." Polly didn't care about that. She felt it was cooler here than in Toledo Mansion. She had enough barbecue and wine. She rowed for a while in a hazy and happy drunken state, and then went to sleep in a hammock under the shade of the trees. There, the snoring of drunkards could be heard one after another, but the strange thing was that no one of them bothered anyone else. On the other side, Diaz was enjoying dessert while asking the witches about the secret of becoming stronger. "The secret is love. Even if it is love you have never had, as long as you firmly believe in it, it will shine in your heart," said Melusina. (The secret is sacrifice. In ancient times, people were accustomed to obtaining what they desired through sacrifice.) "The secret is wealth and desire. The former lays the material foundation for you, and the latter gives you fiery motivation and passion." Anne replied. "In my opinion, it's about persistence and perseverance. The proof and practice of magic theory is like climbing one mountain after another. Without patience, you can't survive in this field." Dr. Cecil said indifferently. “Those are the answers, but they’re not the answers you want.” Diaz turned around and saw Isabella, who was dressed as a page boy, winking at him. He was about to salute when she held his shoulders. Dias saw another Isabella, dressed in gorgeous clothes, joining other ladies, discussing going boating or playing bridge. He looked around again and saw that all the witches were ignoring Isabella standing behind him, as if she didn't exist.

Dias tried to ask, "Your Highness, is this magic?" "This is divine magic," Isabella replied. Diaz's head ached, and the memories in his dream were activated. He said uncertainly: "You can't have both divine arts and magic." "When I was Irian Trastamara, my situation was terrible and I could do nothing about it. At that time, I could only pray to a spiritual power, and then the gods came to my dreams." Isabella said: "I obtained the divine art and hid it as a trump card. As you can see, this is not a divine art that can be used directly in combat. Do you want me, an emperor, to be an assassin?" "So, what about magic?" "The goddess granted Irian the divine power, what does it have to do with me, Isabella? Gender change is a subversive change to the body and a partial change to the soul. Therefore, I have divine powers because I am the continuation of Irian, and I can also use magic because I am the witch Isabella. " Ah, is it possible to take advantage of a loophole like that? Diaz's eyes widened, and Isabella pinched his cheek: "I was kidding you, magic is bound to the soul, and gender change will cause the soul to change, which means that the person who changes gender will lose his magic. I am not a god, so how can I have so many good things happen to me? " "Eh?" "Of course, our dear goddess Hathor also lied to you. She didn't want divine arts and magic to coexist because she wanted to prevent the birth of uncontrollable beings, such as Corneille's sisters." Isabella's voice vibrated in Dias's ears: "The witches of the Lusignan family are deceiving you. Their power comes from the secret medicine, which makes their every move have a charm that is enough to bewitch the minds of extraordinary people; The witches of 'The Fool' are lying to you. Their strength comes from pain, whether it is their own or others', which gives them power, so they are willing to participate in things that are destined to be tragic; The 'devil' family is lying to you, the core strength of the Longueville family is fire magic, and they do their best to show their greed and business skills to cover up their violent tendencies and destructive power; That audacious doctor is lying to you. The witches in the field of 'magician' are researchers, but they are more than just researchers. They are involved in all kinds of conspiracies, deals, and betrayals. Naturally, Corneille is also lying to you. The people he said he had cut off and would no longer associate with are actually the ones he longed to reconnect with and would never part with again. Chapter 126 Small Card For some reason, Dias found Isabella's words particularly convincing, but he didn't want to discuss Corneille with outsiders. So he asked, "Your Highness, what do you think makes the witch so powerful?" "I don't know," Isabella replied. "what?" “The extraordinary people speak of powerful reasons, just like businessmen sell their business manuals. They are all summaries made after they succeed and look back on the path they have taken. No one wants to be called superficial, and everyone desires for their talents and efforts to be recognized by others, so they will subjectively sublimate their own lives. Perhaps this will inspire the poet, the biographer, the painter, the people, the people, or the people will respect or feel that "I am the best". However, for people who really want to learn something, it means nothing.” Diaz wanted to say, "It's not that I want to learn," but the gaze from Isabella's light purple eyes froze his rebuttal.

"Power is power, and its reference standard should be money. Do you know how to get rich overnight? That means doing something that is not allowed by law. The same goes for power. Divine arts, supernatural powers, or magic all have rules, and by seizing power from outside the rules, you can achieve miracles like I did. You seem interested in it?" Diaz avoided Isabella's gaze: "I am interested in power." Isabella smiled and said, "So you are not interested in me? Don't worry, I won't be jealous of you like you are jealous of me, because you make me feel the same way. I want to draw you to my side, so I give you guidance. If you want strength, well, I'll come to you next Thursday, June 6th." "I'm sorry, Your Highness. I have an appointment with someone else. Also, my schedule is not certain yet, because Pierre... Count Brokeback Mountain is still working for the 'Judgment' field." "Ok." Isabella took a card out of her purse and handed it to Diaz. “Between 6am and 30pm on June 9th, if you have any ideas about power, you can use this card to summon me and I will come and negotiate a deal with you. Have fun, dear Duke." Isabella's figure disappeared, and Dias raised his head suddenly and found himself lying in a hammock, with Polly's snoring next to him deafening. "Whoever marries this stupid dog will be blessed when he sleeps." Even so, Anne placed a parasol near Polly to shield her from the sun that filtered through the shade of the trees. "I am..." Diaz sat up and felt a slight headache. "Are you okay?" Annie said. "I was drinking?" Diaz said uncertainly. "Yes, the waiter confused the oolong tea with the highly concentrated 'Witch's Tears'. As for the 'Witch's Tears', it is said to be a strong liquor that can make witches who have made magical arrangements in advance drunk... it's just a gimmick. But it smells like a beverage, and it’s really hard to tell it apart from oolong tea unless you use a match to see if it can be lit.” Dias had no memory of drinking oolong tea at all. He remembered that he had a milkshake at the time and frowned and said, "When did I drink tea?" Annie shook her head: "After I finish my milkshake, I'll go to socialize and check on the stupid dog. When I come back, the doctor will have brought you here." Melusina used magic to pull back three cups of juice and said, "Drink it, it will sober you up faster." "Ms. Melusina, do you know when I got drunk?" Melusina replied: "15 minutes ago, we were talking about traveling in the East, and when we were talking about it, a faceless federal man came over to toast you. You drank tea instead of wine and fell down, which scared us. I controlled him and the doctor examined you and said you were just drunk... You seem to be not very good at drinking? " “Actually, this was my first time drinking,” Diaz said.

"It seems that you should stay away from alcoholic beverages in the future." Waite's drink was too sweet. What was even more terrible was that Dias found himself getting used to the sweetness. Seeing Anne looking at him, he smiled with relief: "If Pierre saw it, he would scold me again." "Excuse me, even if he is your father, his control is too... uncomfortable." An indescribable expression appeared on Anne's face: "Mr. Toledo, don't you feel stressed?" "I long to be cared for, and Pierre, who cares about me, is a little overprotective. This is a 'benefit' and a 'price' in one. Just like, I cannot claim to be an independent man, but I have neither the ability to run a business nor the ability to fulfill the obligations of a duke, and I rely entirely on Pierre for support... So I have to accept everything about him, he is Pierre, my best...friend." It would be unwise to continue this topic. Dr. Cecil came over and looked at Diaz's face: "Nightmare?" "Probably." "It seems that I have to revise the plan." "?" "Originally, I planned to wait until you were an adult and in good health, and then use some conservative treatment plans to deal with your nightmares, which involved alcoholic beverages." You inherited your physique from your mother, who also couldn't drink. She would go crazy after drinking, but you are like a sleeping beauty. You are more adorable. " (In addition to medical treatment, Mr. Toledo, please confess to me and I will give you 'revelation'.) Anne invited: "If Mr. Toledo does not plan to go home, come with me on a trip. The natural scenery of the eastern part of Waite will make you forget all your worries." Melusina whispered, "You can also come to my beauty salon for a massage." A normal man would certainly be excited by the invitations from the beauties, but what Diaz was thinking was: Who of them wants to sleep with Corneille? "Oh, you guys are making so much noise." Polly rubbed her eyes and sat up, wagging her tail, driving the others away from the hammock area, temporarily solving Diaz's problem. "These witches, the more you give in to them, the more they will get ahead of you." Polly said proudly: "Dias, you are going to marry a witch as your wife. You must discipline her after marriage, just like whipping a quilt exposed to the sun. The more you beat her, the softer she will become." Diaz had a subtle expression: "Uh, Polly, what about you? After you got married..." Polly's eyes widened: "Hey, if anyone dares to hit me, I will pluck his xx hair off..." Perhaps thinking the words were too vulgar, Polly stuck out her tongue in embarrassment, but Dias didn't care. His father's desire for a child had developed to the point of capturing other people's wives and using the Duke's power and money to force the kidnapped people to submit. Those who were forced to become mistresses were very unhappy at first, but later they convinced themselves to accept the reality - what else could they do if they didn't accept it? But once they stopped getting pregnant, they would be immediately abandoned by Fernando. At that time, almost every abandoned woman collapsed. Fernando had a bad reputation. Women who had been touched by him were often labeled with dirty imaginations. It was impossible for them to return to their original families, impossible to return to their parents' homes, and impossible to remarry... Litigation? The Eagle County Court and the Highland State Court were all frequent guests at the Duke's bridge table. Many officials in the prosecutor's office wanted to buy new clothes for their wives and daughters and live an oyster-free life, and they also relied on the Duke's red envelopes.

The media is silent, and ordinary people should be more careful when walking on the street at night to avoid offending thugs, being beaten up and thrown into the river. However, Fernando was a kind Duke. He allowed them to scold him for a while before leaving the mansion. He looked at his watch to count the time. When the abandoned women had scolded him enough, he politely asked them to leave.