Fairy’s Box

I won!

Seeing that Genevieve's body fell and merged into the ground, Yale's spirit relaxed, and the whole world suddenly plunged into darkness. His body swayed twice like a tumbler, followed by being ejected from the duel field barrier.

"Hahahahaha! Eleanor, you stupid woman, this is the fate of judging people by their appearance!" The sullen-looking Claudius arbitrator smiled and raised his chin arrogantly.

"Cut, old man with no taste." Eleanor looked away angrily, ignoring him.

"Iluncia." Dean Benedict rubbed his temples a little tiredly, closed his eyes and said slowly:

"This young man has proved his martial arts with his double fists, and the academy must also grant corresponding honors. Starting today, he is the sixth seat of the obelisk, and he is in charge of the vacant Black Seat. arrange."

Elunzia nodded calmly: "I understand."

It's no surprise that she's been mentally prepared for this since the guy showed the strength to rival Genevieve.

Witnessing the chaos of the dueling arena, the speaker picked up the loudspeaker: "The outcome has been decided, now start to clean up the dueling arena, and the second performance will be performed in half an hour."

For the result of this duel, some people are happy, some are sad, and some people are sandwiched. No matter which side they fall to, they will be blamed by the other half's rationality.

"Damn it! That **** actually beat his brother like that!" Charlene frantically kneaded her hair into a fluffy bird's nest, and exhaled white breath like a boiling kettle.

Luya looked at her funny: "Sister, I'm going to play, won't you cheer for me?"

"I'll cheer for Nannett, I wish you a miserable loss." Charlene, of course, did not forget the murderer who contributed to the flames, turned angrily and jumped out of the lounge, leaving only a thin back that gradually disappeared.

"Then you're really going to be disappointed."

The Nursing Room of the Institute

Yale woke up from the warm touch. A string of bubbles happened to float above his eyes. He raised his right hand and tried to move for two or three times, feeling that his strength had completely recovered.

呲——!

There was a sudden suction from the bottom of the cylindrical groove, and the warm liquid surrounding the body quickly dropped rapidly.

This was not the first time the knight had received such treatment, so he closed his eyes and enjoyed the hot water rinse. After washing three times, the opaque columnar crystal wall rose automatically, and a staff member outside handed it over with a towel.

"Thank you." He finished the towel, wiped his body, and asked, "Where's Genevieve? Has he gone?"

"Still receiving treatment, although the injury is far lighter than yours, his resilience is far weaker than yours." The staff member replied cautiously.

"I see." Yale put on the uniform put aside, glanced at the column-shaped slot in front, and immediately came to his mind: "Which jar is he in?"

"The jar?" The other party hesitated for a while, then immediately became nervous: "You, you, what are you going to do?"

"Don't worry!" The knight showed a friendly and kind smile, bluffing the other side's hairs to stand on end: "I can't do anything."

"Sorry, I can't do that!" The staff decided to stick to their work ethic.

"I don't need you anymore." In the water tank in the second row and the third row in front, Yalei felt a powerful vitality that recovered rapidly, so he picked up the jacket that had not yet been put on, and strode over.

"Mr. Knight, please restrain yourself! Don't be impulsive and do irrational things!"

In a certain piercing cry, the knight stopped right in front of the tank that Genevieve was treating, stared at the tank coldly, stayed for about three minutes, then put on his coat and pushed out the door.

Left overwhelmed staff froze there.

He did it all to disgust Genevieve. Think about it, when the other party woke up, someone told him that after defeating his opponent, he stared at him for a few minutes through a layer of crystals. That kind of feeling... The greater the damage to the person with stronger self-esteem.

Because he has been here two or three times, Yale is still familiar with the terrain here. He has turned several main passages and is about to leave here.

"Are! You stinky boy, wait a minute!" Vesta's voice came from behind.

Hearing the words, the knight stopped immediately, changed to a proud expression, and turned around: "Well, I did what I said, Genevieve was beaten by me and still soaked in a jar."

"Yeah, being defeated three times, and winning with superhuman vitality, is really amazing." The female sergeant held a flower pot and hit him with slanted eyes:

"The way you were just sent over...it doesn't look like a human at all.

"You can really say that." Yale was exasperated when he was exposed in front of him:

"How can strong vitality not be considered strength? Fighting is not necessarily based on who has high lethality, energy consumption is also a skill, sometimes defense is more important than attack... You see, just like siege, the defender blocks the city. In the future, you can choose to pursue the victory..."

"This is for you!" Vesta shoved the flowerpot into the knight's arms, stopping his chatter.

"what?"

"Congratulations on the gift of your victory." The virgin's pretty face burst into a bright smile, her pure kindness almost fused with the knight's heart.

"...Thank you." Yale hugged the flowerpot, feeling very moved and ashamed. The other party even knew his own preferences for growing flowers and plants. It was really inappropriate just now.

"Don't be so polite. It's just a pot of daffodils. It houses what you brought back from the ghost ship. It's no longer worth researching. I'll return her to you on behalf of the institute, and congratulate you on your victory."

"..." The knight held up the flowerpot, pretending that he didn't hear the other's last words, and looked at it for a while: "Didn't I bring back a tattered notebook from the ghost ship?"

"Did you forget, after you came back, you spit out something."

Yale's hands holding the flowerpot trembled suddenly, staring suspiciously at Vesta: "You mean, those ghosts?"

"Finally enlightened." The female director spread out her hands and made a helpless movement: "There were originally many, but unfortunately most of them couldn't withstand the experiment and died, leaving only the strongest one. "

"Oh..." The knight nodded in understanding, and then asked, "But, what's the use of it?"

"Idiot!" Vesta glared at him viciously:

"At least she can be used as a servant, and she can survive as long as the moon shines every day, but be careful, she can't leave this pot for a long time. If the daffodils die, you have to replace them quickly."

"Oh!" Yale's eyes lit up, the servant who brought tea and water for free, and was still a ghost, it sounded very fashionable!