Fairy’s Box

Thrace - east coast.

The wide volcanic stone straight road extends from the pier into the sea, with a length of hundreds of yards, and there are steel protection fences on the left and right sides. Both sides of the road were covered with deep blue water, and with the gusts of wind and waves, the foamy water slapped the base of the straight.

Bruno, dressed in white summer clothes, was caught between dozens of people waiting for the boat. He was carrying a suitcase in his hand, with a gilt-silver knight's sword on his waist.

His face was originally very handsome, his skin was snow-white, his Adam's apple was very inconspicuous, and the waist and long legs that were slender to the point of being gripped recently, the whole person presented a heroic and neutral beauty, even if he took off his shirt, everyone would only As a female knight who has become a poor breast.

All around were rough mercenaries waiting to board the boat. When they saw the beauty, they were short. After noticing that Bruno still had the orthodox knight sword on his waist, he immediately formed a vacuum around him.

It was close to noon at this moment, the sun was extremely savage, and the passengers waiting for the boat couldn't help wiping their sweat with their sleeves. The surroundings of Bruno were really cool and dry, so that the mercenaries couldn't help but approach him a little bit ashamed.

A few minutes later, a row of giant sails slowly emerged on the sea level and drove towards the pier. The white sails were printed with various advertisements, including beer, whale meat, and the names of a large number of scenic spots.

Due to the downwind at the moment, the sailboat is moving very fast, and the row of small dots that were originally inconspicuous has now become a wooden building ship, and it is still expanding as the distance shortens.

"Passengers going to Glamorgan, please come here, and we'll board the boat together later." The instructor who led the team stood up and waved to the dozens of mercenaries who were waiting until their mouths were dry.

"finally reached!"

Everyone and Bruno let out a long breath at the same time and walked to the front of the pier.

Five minutes later, most of the ships docked elsewhere on the dock, lowered the boarding bridge, and began to unload with the dock workers, only the Haiyan with the blue bird flag on its mast approached the straight.

With a bang, the huge boarding ladder was lowered and placed at the end of the straight.

"This is our ship, let's go."

The instructor led the team to board the ship. Bruno followed behind the team, climbed the deck along the stairs, took out his ticket, and was about to find his room by number. A crew member with a first mate logo on his sleeve walked towards him. Here comes:

"Is that Mr. Bruno?"

"It's me, what's the matter?"

He stopped curiously.

"It's really...really..."

The other party stared at his too beautiful face for a while, his eyes almost bulging. After Bruno gradually showed his impatience, he realized that his actions were too rude, and said with an embarrassed smile:

"I'm really sorry...I'm a little distracted."

"It's nothing, just say something."

The silver-haired knight had long been accustomed to this, and dealt with it indifferently.

"That's it, after hearing the news that you are coming, the count has specially prepared a VIP room, please come with me." He glanced at the knight sword in awe, and said humbly.

"Oh? Is this ship his?" Bruenor asked in surprise.

"Yes, the Haiyan is one of the passenger ships in the Sound Nest training base. We all serve Lord Earl. If you have any requirements, we will do our best to meet them."

While leading the way for the silver-haired knight, he replied respectfully.

...

The room that Yale prepared for Bruno is impeccable from any angle. There are exquisite oil paintings on the mahogany walls, a crystal chandelier on the top, and a floor-to-ceiling window that can directly watch the sea on the side. The bed is placed by the window.

"It looks really good." The silver-haired boy looked around the room and exclaimed with satisfaction.

"I won't bother, I wish you a wonderful journey." The first officer also looked relieved, took a few steps back, and slowly left the VIP suite.

He put down his suitcase and stayed in the room for a while, when he suddenly realized that he had nothing to do now and felt a little bored, so he closed the door and stepped on the deck, walking to the side rail.

Looking at the end of the sea, the sky is blue, the sea is blue, and the eyes are full of blue, almost indistinguishable from each other, it is completely the same color as the sea and the sky.

In the strong sea breeze, a few thick white clouds drifted slowly in the depths of the sky, and everything and the reflection in the water became blurred, and gradually merged below the sea level.

"It's so windy here."

Bruno's silver hair was blown away by a sea breeze, and his shiny hair fluttered in the air, freeing his hands to take care of it while listening to the sound on the deck.

At this time, the mercenaries on the deck were already in a pile, and they were discussing the training base they were about to arrive under the umbrella. The words were full of longing and yearning:

"Where did you all know about this place? I saw the advertisement in the trade union. The introduction seems to be very formal, and the Amber consortium is guaranteed."

"I was introduced by a friend. They were the first trainers to go to Glamorgan. Not only did they not spend a penny, but they came back with bright equipment. I really envy people."

"Not only is it free to go to the training, but they also send equipment? I always feel a little unreliable. Did they kidnap us and conduct human experiments in secret?"

"You know shit!"

A tall mercenary with his back against the guardrail opened his eyes and looked at them old-fashioned:

"It's not that they don't charge money, they charge according to the VIP level. The first group of people who went there are already elite members, so they can get a good set of equipment."

"How much does that cost?" The mercenaries immediately frowned and started chattering.

"What do you know, it's useless to talk nonsense."

The mercenary raised his neck, suffocating their appetite, and then deliberately said slowly: "According to my cousin, the fine iron VIP is 1,000 soles per month, and it will be renewed for almost another month, and the training is also It's finished."

"Equipment? Where does the equipment come from?" Everyone asked eagerly.

"You don't know this. The equipment comes from the actual combat training. The fine iron VIPs can enter a place called the deserted house training ground for actual combat. As long as they can defeat the boss there, they can randomly explode the equipment."

Although this person is extremely pretentious, he is not nonsense, and his mouth is full of dry goods.

"Beat the boss? What boss?" The mercenaries were a little dazed by the words in his mouth.

"There is an evil spirit named Albert in the deserted house training base. It is the strongest monster in the deserted house training ground. If you defeat this guy, you can explode good things. So the first batch of trainees pays tribute to him. , I generally call it the boss, and what's more, I will kneel and pray to Albert before the battle, in the hope that something good will come out." He raised his chin and said with a sullen face.

"Sounds unreliable, can't Albert be killed?" a female mercenary asked suspiciously.

"It really can't be killed. It can be resurrected twice a day. I guess it is a special technique. My cousin is the head of the flame mercenary group. He has already exploded from that monster to his wife, a full twenty pounds of gold. ." The man raised **** and gestured in front of everyone emphasizing the nature.

"It's revived twice a day. With so many of us, it doesn't sound interesting." An old mercenary in his forties gathered his shoulders.

"You are wrong, what kind of power is the Sound Nest Consortium, the big boss is a real knighthood, and there is the Amber Consortium behind it, do you understand what this concept is? This is called being rich and powerful! I don't know anyone's background, so I just boarded the boat, it's not wrong to be a 40-year-old bachelor."

He first criticized the old mercenary and blushes with anger, and then explained in a serious manner:

"In addition to the deserted house training ground, there is the more difficult Cold Spring Training Ground, and the most difficult Nightmare Training Ground. In addition, there is also the Dryad Training Ground, which is only open three times a year."

"Are there any bosses inside?" a childish mercenary asked.

"There must be. The rule of the Sound Nest is that the higher the difficulty, the greater the reward, but the boss of Cold Spring, Gorevis, is too powerful. My cousin joined several mercenary groups to form a group to fight, but they were all destroyed. As for Nightmare boss... Warriors below Tier 3 can't even see their faces and will be instantly killed."

"Destroy the group? Will it be dangerous?" The little mercenary showed a look of fear.

"What are you afraid of, Tuan Mie is not really dead."

He patted the other party's shoulder and explained patiently:

"There are escape routes in the training ground. In case of danger, you can evacuate safely. If you can't beat the boss, you can admit defeat. It's just that one person admits defeat, which means everyone admits defeat. The boss can also put them into the death zone, and anyone who enters the death zone. , loses the qualification to challenge, everyone is beaten into the death zone, it is called the group extermination."

"Listening to what you said, I think it's a lot more reliable. I know that the actual combat training there is no problem, but for theoretical study, we want to learn more useful techniques." The previous female mercenary added stand up.

"Don't worry about this, as long as you pay for the VIP, you will definitely become stronger. Although my cousin is only a fine-iron VIP, he learns a lot every day, and he can make poison by himself. And...cough I'm a little thirsty..."

Speaking of this, the person deliberately cleared his throat and deliberately did not continue to speak.

"Drink my water, the lemon tea this mother made for me." The little mercenary took off the kettle around his waist impatiently and handed it to the other party.

"Forget it...I feel better."

His face is not thick enough to blackmail the younger generation, so he can only continue to say:

"And according to my cousin, as long as you recharge to the blue diamond, or show a special talent in fighting qi, the big boss will personally teach him his unique skills! I can't remember exactly what it is, but in a word, it is very powerful, the highest level can be Trained to the level of an imperial general."

"General of the Empire!"

The mercenaries almost stunned their eyes. They were legendary peak-level powerhouses who could compete with the gods and defeat them.