If they dared to take action or the scolding time exceeded, the extraordinary people around him would take action. The insults from the abandoned women gave them a legitimate reason to take action - The Triple Alliance was eager to overthrow the Trastamara dynasty and retained a large number of aristocratic privileges. Although in the new era, many nobles would even affectionately call their own coachmen "Sir" in order to be fashionable, to show their own progress, to pass Fortuna's political review and obtain her protection. But if they get serious, their privileges can still be suffocating. Dias had witnessed this several times, and at those times Corneille would always sigh and take him away, and then tell the person who did it to know his limits and remember to pay the medical bills. Polly's dirty work pales in comparison to the harsh obscenities. Polly's face entered Diaz's field of vision, and she spoke in rapid succession: "Diaz, are you hungry? I'll get you something to eat and drink. If you want to sleep, I'll stay with you and prevent them from disturbing you. If you don't feel well, go back." Diaz retreated and sat on the hammock. Polly pulled him and stared. She let go and looked at her palm. Just now, she had an absurd feeling: Diaz seemed not to be a boy. "I'm fine." Diaz whispered. "Oh, oh, I'm glad you're okay."

Polly patted her head to get rid of the ridiculous idea: "I'm a little thirsty, I'll go get a drink first." "Go ahead." Diaz reached into his pocket, and the hard touch of the card spread across his fingertips. He looked at Isabella. It was not difficult to find her. She was always accompanied by others, and suddenly she looked at him. The feather fan concealed Isabella's smile, but Dias knew that she was smiling, the kind of calm smile that shows one thinks he or she can control everything. Had she smiled at Corneille like this before, or done something even more outrageous, because one day before that, Corneille had deliberately covered her fingers in front of him and washed herself and her clothes over and over again. This aroused Diaz's anger. He clenched his fists and felt his temples bulging. However, when he had the wrong impulse, Polly came back, and her cheerful aura was like a cool breeze, calming Diaz's heart. "Thank you, Polly," Dias said sincerely. Polly tilted her head, not knowing what Diaz was thanking her for, but she accepted it without hesitation and boasted, "That has to be me." Chapter 127 Mithraic Magic While Dias was attending the party, Corneille came to the town of Nebuchadnezzar again and was warmly welcomed by the local residents. A witch even came up boldly and proposed to make a mold of his body. "What are you going to do with the mold?" asked Corneille. "Make ice cream. Your Adam's apple shows that you have a great divine weapon." Cornell refused. If he insisted on selling himself out, the divine weapon would be the last part to be sold. "Hello, big star." Josephine met him in the lobby on the first floor of the Tower of Discipline. She had already presented six "sacrifices". She smiled when she saw the witches who wanted to do business follow Corneille to the door of the Tower of Discipline and stuff many small cards into his pocket. "It's all for business. If someone else could offer them business opportunities, they would show the same enthusiasm," replied Corneille. "Having said that, the last foreigner who was so popular was Her Highness Isabella. Moreover, it took you two almost the same amount of time to achieve this."

"She is the Oak Keeper, and I am the Divine Magician." “Merida is like Hequese. No matter how amazing something is, people will forget it after paying attention to it for a while. Your success in helping Tang Luodike has made you famous, but if you don't seize the opportunity to take advantage of this popularity, it will naturally disappear, which would be a pity." Corneille nodded: "Thank you for your suggestion, but ma'am, are you sure it's appropriate for us to start this topic here?" He looked around and found that there was not a single face he recognized, and the employees who remained at their posts were all listless. There was a basin of water next to each seat and a towel hung around their neck. The sweat and water from the towels dyed their clothes dark or flesh-colored. "As you can see, summer in Merida is a depressing time for those who are forced to stay at work," she said. But Corneille felt that summer brought not only melancholy, but also lust. The look, the smell, the contact, the tone of voice, the energy fluctuations, and the collar pulled open in front of his eyes all meant that they wanted something to happen with him. Corneille calmly completed the formalities and went upstairs. Josephine stood on the second floor, looking down at him and asked, "Are all the extraordinary people in the Federation as restrained as you?" "Not necessarily, but from what I know, those who pretend to be heroes in the powder team can't stay at the top of their careers for long." The witches of the Discipline Tower were unable to leave Nebuchadnezzar Town, not even for a vacation, and their morale was even lower. It took them 5 minutes to complete a task that could be done in 15 minutes, and that was because Corneille was a man and Josephine was a "veteran" in the field of "trial". Selena was escorted over. She looked thinner but in good spirits, with her left arm still in a splint. "What happened?" asked Corneille. "It's just a little accident, don't worry about it." "We exchanged six of our people for this opportunity to visit you." Josephine knocked on the table: "I hope you can cooperate, ma'am. I have the authority to use torture." Selina's smile was sad. No one would feel good if they went from being a warden to being a prisoner, or from being a torturer to being tortured. Corneille would not sympathize with her because she also played a role in Don Rodic's tragedy. Selina hesitated to speak, as if she wanted to ask about Tang Rodick's situation, but she held back. Corneille said: "Our presence here already indicates something. After the liquidation of little Marseille, I obtained his manuscript and obtained new information. You are also a subcontractor of the 'Royal Killer', right? Tell me what you didn't finish saying to Mr. Tang Rodick that day." "What good will it do me to tell you?" Selina said. Corneille replied: "Mr. Don Rodic's tragedy must have been partly caused by the 'King of Imperial Power'. Destroying this plan is the best way to commemorate him." Josephine added: “You can travel with us as a witness while we investigate the case. We have limited funds to host you, but it is much better than life in the Discipline Tower, isn't it? At least there will be no "accidents" that break your left arm. " Selina was moved. After a few seconds, she hesitated again: "It's too late. The 'Royal Killer' has been completed." "Now that it's done, there's no point in you keeping it secret anymore. Tell us everything."

Selina said: "Use divine magic on me." They moved rooms, and Josephine asked if she should avoid it for the sake of formality, but Corneille felt that of the three magical powers he possessed, two were clearly seen by others, and everyone was not a fool, and they would definitely be able to guess the general idea based on the existing facts. Therefore, even formalism is not needed. Before using the magic, Corneille first drew his sword, wanting to trigger the Minerva Protection on the "Flying Lion" and find out Selina's physical condition. "excuse me." Corneille's sword lightly touched Selina's body, blood spots appeared and increased in number, and the mystery that Selina was forced to keep was gradually revealed: In her head, pure white lines outline the sun, moon, and stars, wrapping a sacrificial bull. The bull was stabbed with a dagger, and the pure white lines spreading downwards simulated blood, blocking Selina's mouth and nose, continuing to fall, and then piercing her heart. Josephine asked: "This doesn't seem like magic, can I write it down?" "Yes, please give me one too." Josephine took out two thick black pieces of paper and pointed them at Selina. Five seconds later, part of the paper faded, and what was revealed by the "Weakness Inspection" was completely copied. Josephine handed one to Corneille and began to study it herself: "It seems that this is a tricky way to keep it secret. I don't know how it has gained control over the magic of Lady Selina's body. If she rashly shatters it, it will likely cause chaos in the magic power in her body. Even if Lady Amaraxunsa personally lends a helping hand, we still cannot ensure her safety, because this thing, this thing, is clearly a..." "It's a magic that can keep secrets. It can help Selina keep secrets, but it can also keep secrets. I have no idea which god it belongs to," said Corneille. "It's not any of the three major (Federation) divine magic systems, Hathor, Minerva, or Fortuna, right?" "At least I haven't seen it." "Then can M. Corneille's magic shatter it? You see, its structure is completely exposed." "If I answer that it is perfect and inhumane, would you be surprised?" Josephine repeated: "Perfect?" "After repeated activation of 'Weakness Check', the structure of this spell did not reveal any flaws. This is the first time I have encountered such a situation. Hathor's magic may be able to crush it, but the consequences... For the sake of caution, let others see it first. Maybe someone knows this magic. " Unfortunately, none of the witches Corneille knew what this magic was, so they disbanded. Dias proposed an idea: "I think that 'Secret Keeper' is very similar to a god we know." Doctor Cecil and Melusina, who were invited to the mansion, looked at each other in bewilderment. Corneille replied after a few seconds: "Mithra?" "Mithra?" Melusina asked. Cecil patted his head and said, "Oh, I remember now. This is the god worshipped by the Trastamara family. Legend has it that after the collapse of the old empire, the Trastamara family was able to lead the remnants of the old empire out of the ruins under the guidance of this god. However, He has not appeared for a long time, and has not bestowed any new divine arts or blessings. The collapse of the Trastamara family's rule in the Federation destroyed people's last thoughts about Him. "

Corneille added: “Even if you knew this god, you wouldn’t have attributed Selena’s case to Mithra. First, according to current records, all the extraordinary people who were granted divine powers or blessings by Mithra formed secret war groups without exception, loved each other, and never harmed their "brothers"; Second, the Trastamara family has always been favored by Mithra throughout history, and there has never been a case where a holder of Mithra's magic or protection harmed the descendants of the Trastamara family; More importantly, they won’t come up with a plan as ostentatious as the ‘King’s Killer’. Whatever they do, they will do it in secret and in a low profile.” “I read it in this book.” Dias came up and quickly came down with a book in his arms. He opened the book and stopped at a certain illustration: "Look, does it look very similar to the pattern you copied?" After comparing them carefully, Corneille nodded. He took the book from Dias and read it carefully to understand the principle of this book called "Parses Secret Guardianism". "Is that it?" Dias asked. “Most likely, well done, Dias. I told you to read more books, and you did a good job, even better than me, because I have no impression of this book, it seems that I forgot it..." Corneille touched Dias's head and closed the book. He was stunned for a moment, because all the books he prepared for Dias were published by the Milan printing house of the Toledo family, and there was a snake logo on it. At this moment, the book in his hand was printed with a shield emblem with a black eagle as the base. The pattern was divided into four parts. From left to right and from top to bottom, it was a crown, oak, stars and red and yellow vertical stripes. The black eagle is the symbol of the Trastamara family, the crown is the symbol of the throne, the oak is the symbol of the king of the forest, the stars are the symbol of Mithraism, and the red and yellow vertical stripes are the symbol of the secular territory of Trastamara. This is Isabella's personal coat of arms. Dias took a step back in fear and whispered, "It was sent by His Highness." She felt a little guilty, even though a duke did not need to look at the faces of his subjects when interacting with others. But everyone knew that in the Toledo Palace, Corneille was the real Duke of Alva. Gao Naiyi touched her head and said: "Very good, for now, we need to develop a close relationship with that prince. She is willing to give you a book about the history of the Trastamara family, which means that you have a certain place in her heart." Dias hesitated to tell Isabella about her secret date on June 6, but Corneille would not allow her to gain great power as a witch, so she bit her lip and finally said nothing. Chapter 128 Hospitality Dias was worried, and Corneille could see that she was hiding some secrets from him. He felt a little unhappy, but suddenly remembered that Diaz was already 15 years old. At this age, he also hated the "love" that tried to take out all the secrets in his heart and control all his actions in the name of love. No matter how much he claims that he is showing "love", control will definitely bring pain, which is something he has experienced. Corneille didn't want Diaz to suffer the same fate as he had suffered, so he gave in. "I say, you guys don't understand the point." Cecil suddenly interrupted: "If there are still people who can use Mithraic magic in modern times, it at least proves two things: First, the Trastamara family was abandoned by Mithra, or they told a huge lie to the world; Second, do you think that this was done by Isabella's son? He had a strong motive to kill Isabella, right? "

In a sense, Isabella was successful enough as a witch that she almost made people forget her life as Irian, and naturally made people ignore her nominal son Alfonso Trastamara.