Fairy’s Box

Inside the living room of Alice's Research Department

When Yale returned to the residence with the flower pot, his roommate and Corell had already prepared a banquet as a ceremony to celebrate his friend's martial arts.

"cheers!"

The seven porcelain cups slammed together crisply, and several people immediately raised their necks and sighed happily.

"Hahahaha!" After three glasses of wine, Yale's physique had become inhuman and it was difficult to get drunk. The warm taste in his stomach made him laugh out loud.

"We didn't expect that at the beginning, you could actually win." Amber said with a big tongue.

Corell usually doesn't drink alcohol because his wife is strict, but now his face turns red when he touches it, and he said with a blurry eye: "I didn't expect to see each other for a few months. The gap between the two of us is so big. In the future, I will inevitably ask you for advice."

"I will do my best." The knight readily agreed.

"You have to be careful in the future, that kind of super speed regeneration is too eye-catching." Dai Enqi inserted a truffle, swallowed it whole, and persuaded bitterly: "Although I don't know how you got here. , beware of the villain's plot."

"It's not that exaggerated, it's just the ability to save life." Yale put down the wine glass and slowly filled himself up: "Also, it belongs to the ability of the war pattern, without the key to the imperial law lock, I can't take it with me if I kill it. anything."

For him, instead of worrying about the war pattern passed down from generation to generation, it is better to worry about the immortal heart that truly belongs to him.

"That's right, there's nothing to be afraid of." Beverly said with a red face: "With the national strength of the empire, I can't study the method of replicating the war pattern. I think this is an iron law that cannot be broken, and we can only keep cultivating new war patterns. Increase the base, and it is even more impossible for other scumbags to have this idea."

Arcia also echoed: "Look, even the Institute is not tempted, it's not a big deal."

"Do you mean that the successor of the next generation of furnace steel vindictive energy will also have the same regeneration ability as you?" Kathy asked curiously, playing with the cup with her fingers.

"Yes, from my generation onwards, the furnace forged steel war pattern will be one of the strongest war patterns."

"Congratulations, I suggest that everyone toast Yale again!" Amber got up and started to coax, holding up the wine bottle, but he couldn't pour the wine into the glass, and it was spilled all over the floor.

"Okay! Why don't you do this? For every one drink I drink, you should drink two. It's not too much." Yale was confident that he would not get drunk.

"It's not fair!" Dai Enqi immediately jumped up: "So, let's drink a cup, you have to drink a circle, that is, seven cups! Dare you do this!?"

"Who is afraid of who! Come on!"

"Don't regret it! Everyone prepares the tea to hangover, and take turns pouring him to death!"

Dong, dong, dong... When the living room was in the middle of a pot of porridge, there was a crisp knock on the door.

"I'll open the door, and you guys will prepare the wine." Yale hurried to the door and opened the door. There was indeed a familiar but unfamiliar face: "Lydia? ... Is there something wrong?"

The other party's clothes this time are also very familiar. It's the white shirt that the two of them met for the first time. The middle-length blond hair is draped over the shoulders, and the lower body is a pair of black leather pants with a pair of riding boots.

"Knight Commander Yale Bernstein, on behalf of the House of Commons, I will confer honors that match your martial arts." Lydia said with a stern face and said routinely, waving her slender hands forward at the same time:

"Bring everything in!"

Seven or eight knight apprentices squeezed in immediately, carrying all kinds of exquisite wooden boxes, neatly arranged at the entrance.

It wasn't until they were done that the female knight took out the commission from her belt and said aloud:

"Knight Yale Burns, in view of your outstanding performance in the martial arts festival, you have inspired the people's heart for martial arts, the majesty of knights, and outstanding martial arts. On behalf of the obelisk, I grant you the second seat, allowing independent establishment, and calling it the knight commander. , in charge of the Black Seat - Archduke Benedict Davis Obelisk."

"Take it." Lydia shoved the commission into his hand.

With an uneasy mood, Yale accepted the letter of appointment. He did not expect that he had defeated Genevieve and caused such a commotion.

The second seat can be said to have entered the attention of the upper management of the Imperial Army. As long as the tactical strategy class is qualified, after graduation, you can start as a school officer.

A knight commander is an honorary title, which can be held for a lifetime until it is replaced by a higher title.

The independent establishment means that you can spare the top of the obelisk, form a task team, and issue your own requisition order. The requirement is to turn over the completed tasks to the hospital for review every year.

The last Black Seat is probably the base for your team.

In the central area of ​​the obelisk, around the main tower of the obelisk, corresponding to the stars around the moon in the sky, there are seven small towers, headed by the chief and the second chairman respectively.

From east to west, they are the empty seat (Irencia Wittelsbach), the blue seat (Genevieve Philip Tudor), the red seat (Luya Inbas), the white seat Seat of Darkness (Nanette Rini), Seat of Darkness (Are Bernstein), Seat of Orange (Cleo Arbuckle), Seat of Darkness (none).

The Obelisk is extremely cautious about the second seat. It is better to be short than to waste. The seven towers have never been completed. This time, Yale finally broke the monopoly of the blue blood family and became the black seat.

"You can go, as long as I am here." The female knight waved to the knight apprentice acting as a porter, sent them all out, and gave Yale a standard military salute:

"Knight Commander Yale, Lydia Croton Escherba, a third-order knight, applies to join the Black Seat, and only the adults will follow."

"You are..." The knight raised his eyebrows, pondered for a moment, and then relaxed.

No matter what the other party's purpose is, after all, he has come all the way to defect, and he only needs to look at her as an ordinary subordinate.

"Okay, let's encourage each other together." Yale nodded, accepting the first horse.

Lydia looked happy, and was about to say something when she was interrupted by an exclamation from behind the knight. It turned out that Amber was too drunk and wanted to go to the toilet, but accidentally knocked over the flower pot.

A white and transparent phantom suddenly sprang up, swaying in front of him with fangs and claws, and everyone except Yale and Lydia were frightened.

"Go back!" The knight raised his voice suddenly, and swept his eyes at the same time.

The phantom froze immediately, interpreting the spirit of bullying the soft and fearing the hard, and obediently drilled back into the daffodils.

"What is this?" The female knight followed him to the corner and asked in a squatting voice.

"A ghost... that's not right." Yale touched his chin and said with a wide-eyed smile, "It's the special maid of the Black Seat."