Fairy’s Box

When he reached the end of the stairs, the old man gently pushed open the door hidden in the darkness in front of him. A bright light suddenly illuminated the entire corridor. The faint candlelight suddenly trembled and disappeared together with his figure in the light.

Yale and Charlene speeded up together and rushed into the door. The moment they stepped into the top floor, the crack of the door closed gently, and the dark stairs disappeared silently between the walls.

From the perspective of space structure, this should be the bedroom, the overall layout is very warm and comfortable, and the decoration is almost magnificent. Under the transparent glazed dome, a new-looking coffin is quietly bathing in sunlight.

In front of the coffin stood a bar-shaped boulder with Beverly's name engraved on it. It was very old and looked very old. The circular tomb was sunken around it. The exposed part was only six feet above the ground, but the underground part was more than two-thirds. The entire tomb was made of white jade, and the inner wall was polished extremely smooth.

In the center of the arched glazed dome above, the coat of arms of Glamorgan was printed, but it was a faint dark red, as if it had been soaked in blood.

In the center of the tomb was the diamond-shaped stone coffin, which looked to be the coffin of the 18th Earl of Glamorgan. On the surrounding stone walls, there were some small semi-circular caves, where white candles were placed.

On both sides of the sarcophagus were snow-white curtains, with all kinds of strange spell runes tattooed on them. Ordinary people might not be able to understand them, but for Yale, a former alchemist apprentice, it was not a difficult problem.

"This is Lord Beverly's tomb!" The nervous voice of the stone animal head trembled.

"Yes, this is indeed Beverly's tomb." Yale nodded, walked around the sarcophagus quietly, returned to the place, and said to the beast head in his hand:

"What should I do now?"

"While it is still sleeping, directly destroy the resentful spirit and the coffin together. With your ability, Lord Count, you can do it!" The stone beast head happily advised him.

"Why should I do this?" The black-haired knight suddenly changed the subject and asked rhetorically.

"..."

The stone animal head was stunned for a moment, and said eagerly: "He is the biggest enemy you control this mansion. After you get rid of it, you can control the entire lord's mansion and become the real Earl of Glamorgan."

"Full of lies!"

With a loud shout, Yalei's pupils flashed two sharp beams, and the right arm holding the stone animal head increased his strength, squeezing the entire beast head down to the stone chips.

"Lord Count! Why do you treat your servant like this?" The stone beast head screamed frantically when he realized that the catastrophe was imminent.

"Servant?" A sneer appeared on the corner of the black-haired knight's lips, and raised the beast head in front of him: "Although I don't know what you are, you haven't regarded yourself as my servant for a minute, right? "

"No such thing!" it shouted mournfully.

"Then let me ask you, you said that Beverly's grievances are hidden in the top floor, but how stupid would he be to seal up his mansion? Can you give me an explanation?"

"The seal...you know it's a seal?"

The stone animal head opened its mouth in horror and let out a twisted roar: "You know that the golden lock is a seal, why break it? It's illogical!"

"Did you admit it?" Charlene's eyes flashed with a playful look.

"No, I don't mean it! That's why Lord Beverly knew that he was cursed and was afraid of harming others after his death, so he sealed his own here in advance! I definitely didn't lie to you, Lord Earl!" Shi The head of the beast said with steadfastness and sadness on his face.

"The Earl of Beverly is indeed a good man, but..."

The black-haired knight paused for a while, pointed to the white curtain behind and continued: "Why is there a seal here, can you tell me what's going on?"

"You are obviously a knight, why do you understand spell runes? Or black magic?" The other party was startled and made a sharp cry that was almost broken.

"Because people are stupid, they need to read more." Yale said contentedly.

"Did you admit it again?" The green-haired girl approached Shi Shou again, poked her fingertips in the other's nose, and asked teasingly.

"No! I am absolutely loyal to you, the Count and Madam!"

The stone-made animal head had a dead duck mouth and said, tugging at the last straw, "This is what Lord Beverly did before he died, double insurance! Yes, this is the so-called double insurance!"

"It makes sense... but you just persuaded me to blow up the sarcophagus. What is this for?" He wanted to see how hard this stone head would be.

"Yeah, if you destroy it together with the sarcophagus, Lord Beverly will disappear forever. I'm telling the truth!"

"That's it!"

Yale lost his patience, his five fingers exerted force at the same time, and instantly embedded deep into the stone head: "I have time to make two seals to lock myself up, but I don't have time to leave Glamorgan to seek treatment. Do you think I am as stupid as you?"

"..." The stone animal head opened his mouth speechlessly, unable to make any quibbles.

"Furthermore, how can a sealed resentful spirit control this mansion? Do you really think we don't know the details of this resentful spirit?" Charlene poked the other party's nose hard and said with a smile.

"Don't kill me! I'll do it! I'll do all the tricks!" The stone-made beast head screamed desperately in the face of disaster at the moment.

"If you don't say it, we also know that the real resentful spirit is Earl Albert... No, to be precise, it should be the 21st Earl of Glamorgan, Albert II."

The green-haired girl picked up her slender fingers and counted them carefully:

"The first Earl of Cardugan, the second Earl of Gallenway, the third Earl of Owen, the fourth Earl of Arran, the fifth Earl of Ron... The twelfth Earl of Albert... The fifteenth Earl of Arlene Earl Burt...Seventeenth Earl Albert...Twenty-first Albert II."

The black-haired knight shook his head and sighed: "It's really sad, his father is stupid, he is even more stupid than his father. Knowing that his father was elected Earl of Glamorgan three times, he finally died under the curse, but he still has to Be this Earl of Glamorgan."

"Looking at the counts of all dynasties, only the resentment of two successive generations of death can become a powerful enough resentment." Charlene said with a smile, aiming at the almost collapsed stone animal head.

"How, how do you know..." It asked desperately.

"Of course it depends on reading! We have bought more than 200 copies of Glamorgan's historical materials, and they match the oil paintings in the corridor before!"