Fairy’s Box

the next day

Excited for a whole night, Charlene did what she said and disappeared without a trace early in the morning. She didn't know where to hide to study her blue plan to become a god.

Yale jumped on the rooftop to practice swordsmanship as usual, and when the red sun climbed into the sky with the heat, he did not eat with Bruno and the others who had finished the morning exercise.

"I have good news for everyone to announce." Nicole drank her own milk in one breath, pressed the cup **** the table, and said cheerfully.

"…"

The black-haired knight sipped a bowl of salty konjac soup and smiled without saying a word. Although his perception was lame, he could also feel the energy that was about to burst out of the other's body, which was obviously beyond the mortal body. signs.

"There's nothing trivial about Sister Nicole! Please tell me!" Cara hurriedly swallowed the bread in her mouth and said flatteringly.

"Hahaha! Then I'm going to say it, you listen carefully!" The female man stood up suddenly, put his hands on his hips, raised his plump breasts, and said with a beaming expression:

"I'm going to exceed my limit! It won't be long before Nicole and I will be a Scourge Knight!"

"This is great! We finally have another Scourge Knight in the Black Seat!" Beverley happily added another glass of milk for her, and filled himself up by the way.

"Congratulations, Calamity Knight, a little meritorious deed can make you a knight."

"Hahaha, Clark has to work hard, don't let Nicole marry you after marriage."

"Sister Nicole has a bright future in the future."

…

Everyone's emotions were suddenly ignited, and during the process of celebrating in turn, even Arcia, the most tired and lazy, was full of energy, as if she had found the purpose of her life in Nicole.

In fact, the biggest driving force for all the members of the Black Seat is Yale. Everyone takes his achievements as the direction of their efforts, but everything that Yale carries is too heavy for them, making everyone feel like they can't breathe. . Therefore, Nicole's advancement is undoubtedly a new vitality, allowing everyone to have a small goal that is easier to move forward under the big goal.

The black-haired knight noticed that besides himself, there were two other people who did not show any expressions of surprise. One was Nicole's concubine Clark, which was not surprising. The other person is actually Bruno, his doll-like delicate face has only a smile, no envy of others.

"Congratulations Nicole, I have to toast you. This time the House of Commons will definitely have no objection. After I leave the academy, you will be the second seat of the Black Seat."

Holding half a bowl of konjac soup, Yale stood up and made a toasting gesture.

Nicole generously raised the milk cup and his big bowl and slammed it lightly, and said with a smile: "I guess I'll be about to graduate at that time. After a few months of addiction, I'll go to you."

"I can't ask for it." The black-haired knight drank the konjac soup in one gulp.

"Cough cough cough."

Waiting patiently for the female man to finish the limelight, Bruno coughed a few times, put down the porcelain cup in his hand, glanced at the people around the table, and finally stopped at Yale's, and said with a smile:

"I also have good news for everyone."

"Wait!" Carla swallowed the remaining bread in her mouth, chewed a few mouthfuls with milk, swallowed it sharply, and said breathlessly:

"I'm mentally prepared, you say it!"

"I'm about to surpass it too! It won't be long before I'll be the Scourge Knight Bruenor!"

The silver-haired boy's words were like a bomb, and most of the people in the restaurant stunned their heads. Only heavy breathing was left. After a full minute, they let out a roaring cheer:

"Today can be regarded as the anniversary of the Black Seat!"

"When the boss was away, we didn't have a Calamity Knight in the Black Seat. Now there are two, and I have to work hard to prepare for the next one."

"Lock up your pile of Miss Alice's dolls first."

There is a reason why their interest is so high, not only to be happy for their friends, but also to be happy for themselves. Although everything in the future depends on your own efforts and struggles, no matter where you are, your network is a valuable resource. No one here is aristocratic, most of them are middle-class families, and the most reliable network resources are classmates and comrades-in-arms.

The major deputy seats of the college are themselves independent small teams. They eat and live together, complete tasks together, and take into account the friendship between comrades-in-arms and classmates. In such friendship and training, these teams will not easily disintegrate with graduation. .

That's the stealth asset the Obelisk bestows on all second-placers—a well-oiled, independent team.

Therefore, Nicole said that going to Yale in the future is not a joke, but a tacit understanding, which has always been the practice of the Obelisk. Unless a certain second seat is too bad to lead the members to a better future, or a member has ulterior ambitions, no one will give up the friendship that has been in operation for many years.

"Since you are all on the verge of surpassing your limits, you should choose your own future path, right?" Yale asked while biting his butter bread.

"I thought about it earlier, of course it's a swordsman." Nicole said in a muffled voice, licking the remaining milk in the cup.

"My vindictive nature destined me to be a Demon Breaker." Bruno replied cheerfully.

The female man frowned, as if thinking of something, and suddenly asked:

"By the way, I remember you told us before that on the eve of the upcoming advancement of the third-order knights, the academy will let us enter Mistertin's dream training, right?"

The black-haired knight wiped his mouth with a napkin, looked at the two and said, "Yes, I happen to be going there today, so let's go with you."

"Then let's go now." Nicole said eagerly.

"I can't wait." Bruno was also a little out of control with excitement.

"Of course, the sooner the better, let's go." Yale tidyed up his uniform and waved to the two of them, motioning them to keep up with his pace.

"Let's look forward to the return of the two Scourge Knights." Kara whistled.

The next person to become a natural disaster knight must be me!

Looking at the backs of the three of them, Lydia secretly swore in her heart that she could faintly feel the opportunity for transformation after fighting Yarebi.

Research Institute • Ground Floor

"This is the best news I have heard since the Hundred Days of Holy War." Director Lloyd pushed his glasses, walked from his seat to the two of them, and stretched out his palm:

"This is the worst of times, and this is the best of times, come with me."

After Nicole and Bruno shook hands ignorantly, they nodded to the black-haired knight behind, and followed the pace of Director Lloyd.

"..." Yale smiled slightly, signaling the two to relax, and after they left his sight, he strode to Vesta's office.

This is the worst of times and the best of times.

Nicole and Bruno didn't understand the meaning of Director Lloyd, but they knew very well that now is of course the worst era for the empire, because the Hundred Days Holy War caused 30,000 natural disaster knights to be buried in the ice field, and the national strength was greatly damaged.

For them, it was the best era, because it was precisely because of the damaged national strength that the empire had welcomed fresh blood to the point where it was thirsty. During this time, the advanced natural disaster knights must be reused. Correspondingly, they must also face a more cruel future.

dong dong dong-!

"Who is it?" Vesta's impatient voice came from the minister's office.

"It's me, are you free?" He shook the handle of the compound door and asked loudly.

"Are?"

The voice in the office turned into a tone of surprise, accompanied by a series of crisp footsteps of "da da da" heels touching the floor, the compound door opened from the inside, and Vesta with a pipe in his mouth appeared. In front of the black-haired knight.

"It's really rare, why are you free to come to me today?" She clamped the pipe between her fingers, beckoned to Yale, and motioned him to come in and talk.

"I remember you said, you know General Casper?" The black-haired knight walked quickly into the room, turned and said to the female minister's back.

"Yes, I did say that, he's a good man." Vesta closed the compound door with a sweet smile on his face.

"Then how much do you know about vindictiveness?" he asked expectantly.

"The popular kind, or Casper's?" She tilted her head and asked in return.

"Are the two in conflict?"

"Of course, the former is a superficial theory, while the latter has been practiced in his hands."

Vesta walked back to the seat behind the desk, put the pipe on the table, picked up the cup beside him and took a sip of water, with a look of reminiscence on his face:

"When Casper gave up the Demon God's Path, I was still a junior researcher. I understand his approach very well. After all, the Demon God's Path is too dangerous. But after I heard that the guy actually chose to pursue the limit of Dou Qi, I and the researcher Most of the people in the institute laughed at this behavior."

"Why?" Yale spread his hands, showing a puzzled expression: "I mean, why are you laughing at?"

"Because the well-known limit of vindictiveness is the power of natural disasters!" Vesta folded his palms and looked down at the table, with a trace of confusion in his eyes:

"A strong will will ignite the fire of life, and the fire of life will burn to the limit to condense the fire of origin, and finally the fire of origin will give birth to the real body of the knight. This is everything we understand... What Casper did at the beginning did not meet the Our cognition, so some people deny this kind of behavior.”

"You mean that the etherification of vindictiveness was just an assumption before Mr. Casper?"

"It's true, it's not that no one is trying to raise the fire of life to a higher level. They expect that the natural disaster-level vindictiveness will still have a qualitative change, and the end is... bang!" Vesta made an explosive gesture.