Fairy’s Box

Early in the morning, Elsa woke up from the yellowish sunlight. It was 6:00 am. She washed her face with cold water, and then sat in front of the dresser to analyze her situation: she had nothing but this house.

She did not get the huge inheritance left by her lover. After learning the news of Charles' death, his family bought everyone and made all the doctors and nurses present at the time to deny the will, so that the property belongs to Charles' younger brother according to the inheritance law. .

In order to reduce the needless resistance of the tree elves, the Charles family reserved a villa for Elsa based on the hypocrisy unique to the upper class. Although the villa is very valuable, it has now been mortgaged to pay for Marta's tuition. If enough money cannot be raised, it will be auctioned.

The work has also been very unsmooth recently. It is difficult to maintain this job without the support of the sponsor. Even John, who has always been like a pug, has returned to his former arrogant attitude.

But fortunately... Elsa's dancing skills are great and her singing voice is very beautiful. Even if she loses Charles' support, she can still earn a lot of money.

However, the money income to pay the patriarch's loan is already stretched thin, and it can't afford Marta's education at all.

She urgently needs a sum of money to pay for her daughter's tuition, and may have to find a part-time job. Like all newcomers working as actresses, Elsa has a deep contract with the opera house and cannot perform on stages and venues other than those specified in the contract.

Therefore, the tree elf can only find other jobs. She is not sure what she can do. Besides singing and dancing, she may only have the skills of hunting and cooking, but the latter are not worth mentioning in the eyes of humans.

Charles once joked that Elsa's cooking method was like making drugs, and normal people couldn't enjoy it at all.

But anyway, money is a must, and I can only take a risk...for Marta!

Aisha raised her head silently and glanced at Charles' portrait. His smile was full of confidence and contagion. In a trance, every bit of the two of them together became a good memory.

"I'm out... darling."

She responded with a sweet smile to the other party, then got up and left the house.

Facing the wide straight road full of traffic, Miss Tree Elf found that she didn't even know how to take a taxi. In the past, she took Charles' private carriage, or was picked up by John to transfer.

Aisha stood beside the flowerbed on the sidewalk, staring blankly at the vehicles coming and going, hesitating whether to walk to the middle of the road to intercept it. Fortunately, a sharp-eyed old coachman saw her and drove over to stop, otherwise there might be a lot of news.

"Beautiful lady, do you want to take a car?"

Miss Tree Elf was extremely grateful, and said quickly, "Yes."

The other party made a hook gesture, motioning her to get in the car. After waiting for a while, no one got in the car, and I couldn't help but feel strange. Looking back, the pretty lady was just standing here stupidly, with no intention of getting in the car.

The old coachman stuck his head out and asked suspiciously, "Miss, do you want to take the bus?"

"Ah! I'm sorry!"

Aisha was startled for a moment as if she had just woken up from a dream, and only then did she realize that the person who always opened the car door for her was no longer there. She blushed and reached out to open the car door.

...

"Six Sol, thank you."

"OK."

Miss Tree Elf quickly took out a coin from her handbag and handed it to the other party.

"Thank you for your ride."

The driver took the fare with a smile, took off his hat and gave her a salute, then threw off the reins and left.

"..."

Aisha looked at the figure of the other party who was so relieved to put away the fare and slowly leave. She couldn't help but feel a feeling of envy in her heart. It may be a blessing to live so easily.

After the carriage completely disappeared from her field of vision, she quickly retracted her gaze and began to pay attention to the shops on both sides while counting the nameplate numbers on it.

When Aisha walked to a sparsely populated demolition area with the address in her memory, she found a familiar figure,

"Hi!"

Leaning in front of a half-collapsed wall, John greeted her with his hands in his pockets.

Aisha wrapped a long scarf, covering most of her cheeks, revealing only a pair of bright eyes, and said coldly, "Shouldn't the address you mentioned be a hotel?"

"I know."

The other party bowed and looked at her with an unbridled look: "But that was an opportunity a week ago, because you've been procrastinating for too long, and the situation has changed now."

Miss Tree Elf tightened her brows and asked hesitantly:

"What's the meaning?"

"It's very simple, that hotel doesn't need your performance anymore, and to be honest I don't want you to do it, after all, you often come out with Mr. Charles to make public appearances, it's too dangerous to do such a thing. If you're not careful, you will Lose your Opera job."

"But you promised me..."

"Miss Aisha, please be reasonable, this is not my problem... But as far as the current situation is concerned, there is no other way... You just need to..."

While speaking, John walked to the other side with a coveted smile, and stretched out his right hand to lift her scarf.

Miss Tree Elf immediately patted off his salty pig hand and glared angrily:

"Mr. John, please be respectful, and be careful if I tell your wife that you are harassing me."

John gathered his shoulders and said calmly:

"Please."

"You think I dare not do this?"

"That Bichi is only with me for money. Even if you tell him that I'm harassing a man or an old woman, she won't say a word more - as long as I send money back every month, it's enough."

"..."

Asia showed a look of disgust and looked at the other party with a look of trash.

John adjusted his shirt and said with a calm smile:

"Miss Aisha, since you came to Roseville, you've been living a rich life with Mr. Charles, and you definitely don't understand the hardships of a little guy like me. Maybe I'm no different from a dog in your eyes, but don't Forget, only this dog can help you right now."

Aisha was stunned, and immediately showed a weak look.

"Forget it, don't mention these useless things, let's discuss your work."

He took out a translucent glass box from his pocket and held it up in front of him:

"This is a potion that will make people forget their troubles after taking it. It is invaluable. Once it is contaminated, not to mention ordinary people, even knights with strong willpower will fall."

"What's the meaning?"

Miss Tree Elf showed a panicked expression and subconsciously took a half step back.

"I'm working for the new master now, but it has nothing to do with you, and you don't need to know who the other party is."

John deceived himself and walked in front of her, shoved the glass box into the other's hand, and said blankly, "I want you to approach the Celtic governor, the high-ranking knight who once appeared in Gaul, and get his trust."

"I don't do this kind of work."

Aisha pushed open the glass box and categorically refused, "I'm just an ordinary tree elf actress, how could I possibly approach such a big man."

"An expected rejection."

He smiled slightly, looked at the tree elf's forcibly calm gaze, and said slowly:

"Why don't you listen to the conditions first, my master has prepared five million sol for you, and at the same time, pays all of Marta's tuition. As long as you agree, the money will be credited immediately. Besides, after the event is completed, there are more Ten million bounty."

"What if I say no?" she asked in a weak tone.

"Believe me, my master's financial resources are far higher than Mr. Charles. It is just a matter of moving your fingers to ask you and your daughter to die."

John watched Miss Tree Elf's shaky expression and said in a relaxed tone:

"You don't need to worry so much at all, just try your best to get close to him, maybe you will never wait for this medicine."

"what's the situation?"

An obscure gleam flashed in his eyes, and he said calmly, "When that man defeated the Highland Kingdom and was about to control that country as a conqueror."

"But...I can't...how can I get close to him?"

Aisha's eyes flickered in a panic, her mind was in chaos, and she spoke intermittently.

"Miss Elsa... have you forgotten?"

John pretended to shake his head, spread his hands and said, "That lord publicly stated that he invited you to go to Celtic for shelter. I think this promise is still valid now."

"That lord is a kind person... How could I... how could I harm him?" The tree elf held the glass box with trembling hands, and his thin lips were trembling and he couldn't close it.

"No one asked you to harm him, my master and I just asked you to approach him."

When he saw that the other party had taken the glass box, he immediately showed a satisfied smile: "Take it easy, maybe nothing will happen, when you come back, you will already be a multi-millionaire."

"..."

The tree elf held the glass box with both hands, as if holding a bottle with a devil sealed in it. After gasping for a while, he turned his eyes back to John:

"I...what should I do?"

...

Suburbs of Gaul, Sequoia Manor.

On the semi-circular white balcony, the mysterious woman was dressed in a purple-black corset, her hands resting on the armrests, her eyes closed on a reclining chair with smooth curves, her long hair was blown back slightly by the evening wind in the afternoon.

The reddish sunlight entered the room from her side in the afternoon, dragging out a long and narrow shadow.

Suddenly, there were crisp footsteps on the floor, and a beautiful maid in a creamy white short dress walked up to her and said respectfully and softly:

"The news from John's side, the tree elf gave in."

"He did a great job."

She opened her eyes and looked at the red sunset in the distance, with a comfortable smile on her face: "...One day, I will make you lie at my feet like a dog and wag your tail for pity."