Fairy’s Box

Maybe you should ask Bagg about this matter... After all, she suggested that she follow the jack-o-lantern, and she should know a little about the other party.

Yale decided not to delve into it for the time being. He had to find the so-called Earl of Resentment, Albert, and try his weight to see if he could completely settle the other party:

"Lead the way, take us to the cellar."

"You promised not to kill me?" The stone beast head asked tremblingly.

"As long as you can help me kill him, I will swear not to kill you." The black-haired knight tentatively promised him a way out.

"Impossible! Lord Albert, no! It's that idiot Albert who can't be eliminated. He has become one with the source of the curse... Unless..." As he spoke, it suddenly appeared on its face. The light of hope.

"Unless what?" Charlene shook her fingers demonstratively with an impatient look on her face.

"Unless another person becomes the source of the curse!" The stone animal head replied quickly.

"Do you have a solution?" Yale felt very unreliable when he heard it.

"No……"

"Then continue to lead the way. I don't plan to kill you, as long as you can show your worth."

The black-haired knight didn't lie to the other party. He really wanted to save the stone head. After all, he didn't know anything about this land, and the other party seemed to be a good database.

"Thank you very much for your kindness... Please take out a white candle and walk to the place where we just came in." It reminded cautiously, trying to please the other party and trying to save his life.

Yalei Yiyan took out a candle from the stone wall of the tomb, and together with Charlene, walked to the position where the door disappeared.

In the dim candlelight, the scene on the wall flickered for a while, the snow-white wall was quickly dyed black, and soon, a black composite door was suspended on the wall.

He pushed it slightly, and the compound door opened with a "click", revealing the charred staircase that had appeared earlier.

"You just said that the cellar is below?" Charlene stepped forward a little afraid of the dark, and grabbed the corner of Yale's clothes.

"Yes, the two of you can go all the way down the corridor, or you can jump directly. The height here is not very high." In order to save his life, the stone animal head can now be said to know everything.

"It doesn't seem to be lying." Charlene glanced at the three-dimensional structure diagram again.

"Genevieve can fly, so should you?" The black-haired knight hugged her waist with one hand while speaking.

"You can only make simple maneuvers..." the green-haired girl said shyly.

"Enough is enough, let's go down together!"

Holding the girl's flexible waist, Yalei jumped straight down from the dark corridor. Since Charlene can simply move around, it doesn't matter if there is a trap, just smash it.

Just after falling down the stairs, a gloomy chill hits my face, and the thick black mist below continues to spread out in all directions, and my ears are whistling with a gust of wind that only falls from high altitude. It fell for about two minutes.

boom! boom!

After two muffled sounds, a thick haze blew up on the ground, followed by a gust of wind, which swept thick dust all around.

Yale retracted his palm and observed this so-called cellar with Charlene. The space here is very wide. The walls on all four sides are in a trapezoidal shape, and on each floor, there are dense circles of white candles.

Perhaps it is because the air here is too dirty, so the white candlelight is gray, and it burns all year round, but the candle wax is not reduced by half. With the scene here, it gives people a feeling of time confusion.

Directly in front of them was a pitch-dark cave, from which came a musty, damp smell.

"Respected Count, the stupid Albert is in the cave. In front of your power, it is just an ugly ghost that can do nothing." The stone animal head said in a flattering tone.

"..."

Yale didn't care about talking nonsense with it, he strode to the wall, took out another candle, and threw it down the robbery hole.

"Let's go."

The black-haired knight smiled at the green-haired girl, and walked into the dark cave. The light of the candle in his hand was getting darker and darker, as if he was swallowed by the darkness, and he couldn't find it five steps away.

Charlene followed behind Yale step by step, grabbed the corner of his clothes tightly, and nervously scanned the surroundings.

After advancing for about half a minute, two swarthy slate gates lay in front of him. The black-haired knight clenched his fists and was about to hit it hard. With a click, the two tomb gates fell backwards in unison.

Looking back, the green-haired girl happened to be touching the ring with a smile and sticking out her tongue: "This ring is more useful than I thought. It seems to be able to control the entire mansion."

"Beautiful lady, you are really the most beautiful and wise woman I have ever met. I swear that you will never lie." The stone animal head put on a sincere expression and flattered with all its strength.

"How many women have you met? If you dare to lie, I will kill you!" Charlene glanced at the other party coldly.

"About...three..." It said embarrassingly.

...

The passage in front is quite narrow, but fortunately, the road is not long. After walking for about two minutes, you can smell a rotten smell that has been covered in dust for a long time.

Yale stepped out of the tunnel and looked at the candle light. It seemed that this place was also a tomb, and it was quite empty and shabby. In the center of the tomb is a gray-white stone altar, engraved with large and small spell runes, and poured directly into the gap with iron slurry.

There was a huge sarcophagus in the center of the altar, which was locked by vines, and there was a blood-stained giant sword on it. Even if it was dozens of yards away, they could still smell a thick smell. Bloody smell.

It can be seen that it is a sharp sword that kills countless people, but I don't know why it is pressed on the top of the sarcophagus.

Seeing the doubts of the two, the stone animal head took advantage of the opportunity to show off his knowledge and said:

"My lord, the key to this seal is the sword! Albert is big, no, it was a fool who said that the radiation from that sword made him breathless. If he didn't have this sword, he would only need a few years. get out of trouble.”

"Is he afraid of swords or blood?" Charlene blinked.

"Both of them...probably..." It found itself being asked again, unable to say why it was hesitant for a while.

"How to kill him?" the black-haired knight asked bluntly.

"It's impossible to kill ... unless you can find another ghost to replace him as the source of the curse, but as long as you remove that sword, release Albert's spirit, and destroy it, it will at least make him quiet for ten times. Years...although it's no different from now."

"Then try it."

Yale walked to the front of the sarcophagus, held Arrondette's scabbard in his right hand, and said to the green-haired girl beside him, "Flick off that sword, and I will prevent accidents from happening."

"Um."

When Charlene heard the words, she immediately raised the index finger of her right hand and pointed at the giant sword above the coffin. A beam of light blue flame instantly hit the sword, and it bounced to the ground with a bang.

After the giant sword fell to the ground, the sarcophagus was still as quiet as usual, nothing happened, the two waited calmly for about a quarter of an hour, and the room was still quiet and gloomy.

"What's the matter?" The black-haired knight raised the stone animal head a little irritably.

"I don't know either... Could it be that it is too weak, or... afraid of your power?" It racked its brains and gave two reasons.

"There's no time to linger, let's tear it down!"

Yalei immediately swung a chain sword with a flickering cold light, splitting the vines above the coffin in two, and then put his left hand on the gap between the coffin lid and began to exert force.

There was a sudden "click" in the air; with a loud noise, the lid of the sarcophagus, along with the pig iron at the gap, was lifted. However, what they did not expect was that at the same time as the coffin was pried open, a black wave-like worm came out of the coffin.

call--!

Jet-black flames spewed out from the palm of the black-haired knight, forming a thick tongue of flame that rolled upwards, and instantly burned the insects.

At this moment, a cold blue beam of light shot straight out from the bottom of the coffin, hitting Yalei's heart and knocking him back a step.

"Hahahahaha!"

At the same time, a string of unbridled and wild laughter came from the inside of the sarcophagus, accompanied by a faint blue halo, and a huge translucent shadow slowly climbed up from the coffin.

This resentful spirit is fifteen feet high, standing upright on the altar of the tomb, almost flush with the top of the cellar. The facial features and outlines are very close to the description on the oil painting, but it is magnified about five times, and there is a faint trace. Cold and spiteful.

After seeing the stone animal head in the hands of the black-haired knight, it immediately let out a furious roar:

"Sebastian, how dare you betray me!"

The stone beast head knew that now was the crucial moment to show his loyalty, he resisted the fear in his heart, and shouted in a shrill voice: "Albert, stupid! I will no longer serve you, my master is the new Gera. Lord Earl Morgan...and Madam!"

"The new Earl of Glamorgan?"

A sinister smile appeared on its translucent face, and its body suddenly swelled in a circle, and its arms slashed in the air a few times, spreading out its dark blue giant claws covered with sharp nails:

"It's really sad, he has been destined to lie in this coffin instead of me, forever!"

"What did you do?" Yale's face became unnaturally pale, he covered his chest with his left hand, and said with difficulty.

"Simple little trick."

The resentful spirit floated up in the air triumphantly, his body swelled in a circle again, and he made a gesture of cuddling his chest to sleep, his tone was cold and cruel, revealing a terrible resentment:

"It will keep eroding your body, leaving you without good feelings and only resentment!"

"Then I can turn me into a wraith and lie in the coffin instead of you? What a good idea..."

The black-haired knight's voice returned to calm, he released his palms covering his chest, and stared at the resentful spirit coldly: "It's a pity that you can't even break my clothes."