Fairy’s Box

"It's amazing!" Yale, who fell down, immediately rolled over, looking at his bluffed hands, and praised ecstatically.

The girl with two ponytails witnessed his overjoyed situation, and doubts arose in her heart, and she asked curiously, "Don't you... don't inherit anything from the war pattern?"

"If there is, I will be instantly killed by you!?" Yale's face was full of indignation.

Bang! Luya's pink fist once again broke through the steel vindictiveness and slammed into his abdomen - at this moment, the knight's facial features were wrinkled in pain, and he even had the illusion of a broken heart.

"Why can you..." He insisted not to fall down, and asked the doubts that kept him searching and eating and sleeping.

Before the question was finished, the second wave of the female knight's attack followed, hitting the previous position. Yale hunched over and fell down, his face pale in pain.

Luya felt a lot of emotions, and she rarely showed a girlish demeanor. She put her hands behind her back and said with a smile: "For the sake of your progress today, I especially allow you to ask questions, and I will answer them as appropriate."

"Why are you..." The knight finally recovered, and halfway through his words, he received a heavy blow to his abdomen for the third time. After his brain went blank with pain, he tumbled and slid out dozens of feet—this time, the other party was using boots.

"Anything is fine." The female knight walked to his side and said with a smile.

At this moment, Yale finally understood that this woman must be kidding herself. However, fear of power and violence is not his style, so...

"Are you a blue-blooded?" he asked solemnly.

"..." Luya raised her pretty face, her eyes were slightly disappointed, and she helped him up.

"I'm a blue-blooded person, not Jaden." She walked a few steps at random, stopped behind Yale, and said in a low voice, "That child has been frail and sick since he was a child, but he is very competitive, no matter what competition it is, he Don't give up until you win the championship."

Frail from childhood to third-order, huh...

He found that the other side's worldview was very different from his own. In her eyes, she is weak, and it is not surprising that Jaden, a defeated general, has been regarded as frail since childhood.

"So, when he was defeated by a second-tier minion, the blow he received can be imagined... Poor Jaden, lost a full two months and lost half a pound. As his biological sister, You can't do it without this breath."

Hearing the resentful and gloomy tone of the other party, Yale suddenly shuddered, feeling a needle-like gaze swept across his back.

"Isn't the bloodline of the blue-blooded optimized from generation to generation? Why isn't Jadon?" He tried to change the subject.

"Who told you? If it's as simple as that, it's enough to have a few blue-blood family hybrids." Luya replied disdainfully from behind.

very good! The topic transfer was successful.

"Very few, the fighting blood of the family can rarely be passed on, let alone optimized. Hundreds of knights who followed Emperor Agaric left fifty-four blue blood families, and only seven families have been inherited. Due to the optimization process of the Bass family blood, it has been stagnant as early as a hundred years ago, and now it can only barely guarantee the end of the line."

"Extinct?" The knight is a little confused, why does the stagnation of bloodline optimization lead to extinction?

"It is not an extinct heir in a broad sense. If the descendants of the blue blood family cannot be born within five generations, it means that they have lost their inheritance. For them, it is no different from the extinct heir."

The girl with two ponytails turned to Yalei, raised her fair and slender index finger, and said:

"To correct a few of your misconceptions about blue-blooded people, first, blue-blooded families cannot intermarry. Our lineage optimization is a gradual process, which requires accumulation and persistence from generation to generation. Many changes are recessive and require several generations. In order to show it. Because of this, mixing any powerful bloodline may lead to optimization failure, and the consequence, at least, is to give birth to mortals.”

"Second, the descendants of blue-blooded people are not necessarily blue-blooded. For example, in the current Inbas family, only one is born in two or three generations. Besides, Jaden and I are both collaterals."

"Third." Luya put away her fingers, and the corner of her mouth raised a beautiful arc: "The gap between us and ordinary people is bigger than you think!"

Yale frowned indiscernibly, and said whitely: "The innate gap can be made up by the day after tomorrow, and the blue-blooded nobles are not invincible!"

The female knight seemed to hear an extremely ridiculous joke. She covered her lips with the back of her hand, and the branches of laughter trembled. She said with tears in her eyes: "What nonsense are you talking about, the efforts of one generation alone can surpass the accumulation of our generations. Results? While ordinary people are working hard, we will stop moving forward? I didn't expect you to have such a naive idea..."

Luya held her flat belly, finally stopped smiling, and let out a breath of heat: "Besides, aren't you an example yourself?"

"Me?" The knight touched his face subconsciously.

"The furnace forged steel war pattern, even among the top war patterns, is notoriously unruly. Why did it choose you, haven't you thought about it?"

"Unless... a warrior with the original bloodline of the empire is willing to spend his life repairing it, maybe he will succeed..." Vesta's words were still whispering in his ears at that time.

Yale's expression turned ugly.

"Do you remember? As a beneficiary of blood, it is ironic to deny the theory of blood." The female knight took out a handkerchief from her dress, wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes, and mocked mercilessly. .

He silently covered his chest and said decisively: "Except for having it, I am no different from ordinary people, and I don't think I am any different from them."

"That's right, that's true in terms of potential." Luya's eyes were half-closed, and she casually looked at her nails:

"Pure blood is only noble in a symbolic sense, but it is enough to have a symbolic meaning. Otherwise, why do you think I am standing here?"

"Thank you very much." The knight felt uncomfortable from the bottom of his heart, and he couldn't find a place to refute it. Even himself, he would be complacent because of his strength.

Luya, who was born in an ancient and famous family, with blue fighting blood, was born to surpass mortals. Anyone who is exposed to such an environment will be arrogant and arrogant.

Forget it, as long as the other party isn't the kind of cold-blooded animal who doesn't treat people like people, there's no need to talk too much.

"Let's be here today, I have a letter to deliver." He said a little discouraged.

The girl with two ponytails seemed a little surprised, a smile was gradually written on her face, her red lips slightly parted: "As you like."

Leaving the hillside of the battlefield area, Yale changed into his knight uniform and wore an ordinary summer dress with torn silk. He picked up Alex's belief locked in the wardrobe and trotted out of the obelisk.

East Coast, Patriarchate... um, St. Sophia?