Fairy’s Box

Yalei was mentally prepared for the other party's question. He told the big businessman what he had said to Bruno before.

Girard is a smart man, and logically speaking, he is not so persuasive, but he is a smart man who was cornered. At this time, of course, he will believe the reasons he wants to believe.

What's more, what the black-haired knight said was indeed well-founded. He saw the ills of the kingdom thoroughly. From this point of view, he was definitely not a mediocre person who only rhetoric.

Now that he has made up his mind, the big businessman naturally wants to raise the price of his betrayal... No! It is the reward for expelling the usurping thieves, reshaping the orthodox legal principles of the Pandora Dynasty, and establishing a kingdom of freedom, equality and harmony!

Mmmmmm, that's right.

Girard easily persuaded himself, the guilt in his heart was instantly swept away, and he asked cautiously:

"Lord Governor, if I can really help you to overthrow the Fannon Dynasty, I wonder what position my family and I can have in the new kingdom?"

"Shh!"

Yale made a silent gesture, then quickly put the hood back on his head, and said softly:

"Someone is here, drive her away."

"Please wait."

While speaking, the big businessman walked quickly to the door, and just saw a maid approaching, he immediately said to her:

"I'm discussing important business with my daughter. No one can disturb me. Go back and tell everyone that no one is allowed to approach here without my order."

"Understood, my lord."

The maid bowed meekly and saluted, and immediately turned back to the corridor.

After watching the figure of the maid go away, Girard took another look at the rune warrior who fell unconscious on the floor, frowned, and said to the black-haired knight:

"It's inconvenient to talk here, please come with me."

"No problem." Yale immediately followed the other side's back.

"..." Di Luer stayed where he was and thought for a while, then stomped his feet abruptly, as if he had made up a certain determination, and quickly followed the pace of the two of them.

The big businessman took the two into a bedroom. After entering the door, he went straight to the bookshelf in the corner of the room. Most of the books on the bookshelf are famous novels and epics, which are standard for the nouveau riche. The area is covered with thick dust, and it looks like it has not been touched for a long time.

Sigh - smack!

After Diluer also entered the room, the compound door closed automatically, and Girard reached out and held down an ancient brown parchment scroll and embedded it inward. Only a "crunch" sound was heard, and the bookshelf opened like a door, revealing a narrow door, which was obviously a secret room.

The Celtic girl curled her lips in surprise. She had seen such a scene many times in her life.

Whenever the girl thought she had mastered all the passages of her father's secret room, the other party would always open another secret room at an unexpected location, and she didn't know the meaning of this mole-like behavior...

"You are really a businessman who makes your collaborators feel safe." The black-haired knight expressed his appreciation for his hole-punching skills,

"It's just an obsessive-compulsive disorder left over from doing business in the past..."

With a smile on his face, the big businessman stretched out his hand and groped for a few times on the nearby wall inside the secret room. The dark room suddenly became brighter, and then he leaned over and made a welcome gesture:

"Please come in."

Yale and Diluer immediately left the room.

The secret room was much larger than they had imagined, almost half the size of a living room. In the middle was a streamlined long table in cherry wood with several high-backed chairs beside it. Those who know the goods can see the value of the seats at a glance, and they are each made of the best elm wood and carved with intricate three-dimensional patterns.

After the three of them took out a seat and sat down, Gerard couldn't wait to ask the previous question: "Your Excellency Governor, if this can be done, what position can my family and I have in the New Kingdom? ?"

The black-haired knight smiled and said solemnly:

"First of all, neither our emperor nor myself will allow a real king to appear in the Highland Kingdom. Second, after the fall of the Fannon Dynasty, the noble group that originally supported them will be suppressed. Finally, we need a complete trade channel, Maintain normal relations between the two countries."

"Please continue." The big businessman urged impatiently.

"In my ideal framework, after the new highland kingdom joins the alliance of order, it will be a situation in which emerging nobles and merchants will jointly rule the kingdom. Among them, as the chief hero of the new dynasty, you will become the real ruling group of the Pandoragon dynasty. One of them, don't know if you are satisfied with this answer?"

"Satisfied! Of course satisfied!" Girard replied hurriedly with a surprise on his face.

"I still have plenty of time. If you have any concerns, feel free to ask. After this, if we can reach an agreement, I will need your help."

"It's just after the success." The big businessman took a deep breath and stared into his eyes. "If your plan fails... can you help me escape from this country?"

"certainly."

Yale looked at the other party calmly, and said slowly:

"Even if the empire fails, it is nothing but the loss of the barren territory of the Celtic region, and there is always a chance to make a comeback. And friendly people like you are always welcome objects and will not be arbitrarily abandoned. Protecting your family may It's a bit difficult, but I can do it alone to keep you safe."

"I hope it's true."

Girard took a deep look at him, then leaned back on the chair and breathed a long sigh of relief: "I don't know if there is anything I can do to help you?"

"Just recently, a group of spies from the Highland Kingdom poured into the Celtic region and destroyed the harpy's lair in the Yinfeng Mountains, trying to provoke the relationship between the monster and the empire, and sabotage my plan to integrate the army."

The black-haired knight put his elbows on the smooth table, leaned forward and approached each other, and said expectantly:

"Mr. Girard, you must be able to find out the list of this group of people, right?"

"Yes, I need a little time."

The big businessman knew that this was the first step in mutual cooperation, so he readily agreed, and then quickly added:

"There are not many talents in the kingdom who can hold such important positions. You can lock a rough list by selling goods at your door. How long can you stay here?"

"I'll be leaving soon, but someone will keep in touch with you."

"Listen, for the sake of safety, you can't send someone to contact me directly." Girard cherished his life very much and was not willing to take any risk.

"Then let me be the middleman." Di Luer, who had not spoken for a long time, spoke. She calmly glanced at her father and said lightly:

"Father communicates with his daughter, this will never arouse anyone's suspicion."

"Diluer, of course it's best if you are willing to help..." Yale looked at her unexpectedly, and said with some anxiety: "But you must think about it clearly, once you choose this job, you can't just quit."

"Of course I understand!"

She looked at the other party with burning eyes, and said calmly, "Since I took this risk, I should also have my own reward after this is done."

"Then the deal is established." The black-haired knight nodded happily.

"My dear daughter, you have really grown up."

Girard glanced at his daughter like a stranger, and then said to Yalei: "For a good night's sleep, I need a paper agreement. Your Excellency the Governor should not refuse my request."

"Happy to serve."

...

Celtic, Port of London.

The weather was still so sunny and the sea was still calm.

The only difference is that when the Haiyan docked, a beautiful tree elf in ragged clothes walked down the boarding ladder. She clutched her package tightly, looking at this new world with fear and anticipation. .

Unlike the prosperous metropolis in Gaul, the undeveloped area of ​​Celtic is really close to her hometown. Aisha stared at the lush woods and thought a little.

"I'm sorry to disturb you."

A passenger dressed as a farmer walked behind the tree elf and said softly:

"The owner of the Olive Leaf Tavern is ours. If you have anything, please contact him. The medicine you will use in the future will also be picked up there. If you hear it clearly, go to work quickly."

"I can't just look for him directly." The tree elf said indifferently.

"What do you mean? Do you want to go back on it?" The other party was obviously anxious, but he was worried that everyone's attention did not happen.

"I won't go back on it... But as far as the current situation is concerned, that lord may not be willing to take me in." Aisha lowered her gaze and calmly analyzed:

"If you want to get close to that lord, you have to do something that will make him sympathetic... Hit me!"

"What?" The informant dressed as a farmer couldn't understand what she meant, his expression was startled, and he asked with certainty.

"I told you to hit me, idiot!"

Miss Tree Elf hugged her package and stared at him with lethal contempt, as if she were looking at wild **** on the roadside.

"Bitch!"

The other party immediately became angry, and at the same time he understood what she meant, and then he flew half-truths, kicking Aisha out seven or eight yards, and chasing after a burst of fists and smashing wildly:

"A stinky woman who gives shame to your face, I don't think that you are giving you face, but you dare to slap me! See if I don't kill you!"

"what!"

The tree elf fell into the dirt with a groan, and shivered and curled up into a ball, dodging his fists.

The two of them cooperated in this way, and a big drama where a scum molested a woman from a good family would not turn into anger and anger. past:

"Hey hey hey! What are you doing?"

"Stop! Stop!"

"What kind of skill is it to hit a woman, stop me immediately, or I will beat you to death!"

Under the kind-hearted interception of everyone, the farmer dressed up as an informant to receive an unexpected beating, and then was pressed to the ground by everyone in the posture of a dog chewing on the mud.

"Miss, are you alright?"

After they cleaned up the scum, they quickly helped Aisha up and shook off the contaminated dust for her.

Miss Tree Elf didn't speak, but kept sobbing and staring at the "criminal" with hatred, then bit her tongue and squeezed a few strands of blood from her thin lips.

"Such a shot! I can't bear it anymore, send this **** to see Chief Nicole!"

After seeing the blood dripping out of Aisha's mouth, everyone was in an uproar, and the informant who fell to the ground was pulled up again, tied with a rope, and the scum was pushed to the officials.

...

As the mayor of Brave Town and the sheriff of Dunlon City, Chief Nicole, who is a high-ranking officer in the eyes of everyone, has not had an easy time recently. At least the old days when you can sleep lazily when you have nothing to do are gone.

After she finally dealt with a chicken thief incident, before she had time to breathe, she heard a commotion outside the window, opened the curtains and saw that a group of angry crowd rushed into the yard with a bruised farmer.

Again and again! The trivial things are never finished!

The female knight was annoyed for a while, but the responsibility was on her side, so she could only bite the bullet and wait for everyone to come in.

"Sir Nicole, this **** beats women in the city, we brought it to you!"

"This guy hurts people if he doesn't flirt successfully, it's really a rotten person!"

"A poor young lady was injured, how miserable!"

As soon as everyone entered the door, you and I explained the outline one by one, and looked at Chief Nicole eagerly, waiting for her fair trial.

"Don't worry, don't worry."

The female knight glanced at Aisha surrounded by the crowd, and suddenly showed a surprised expression:

"You're the victim? What's your name?"

"My lord, I'm Aisha, the tree elf Aisha."

Miss Tree Elf gave a generous salute, then pointed to her informant, and said with a pretty face and frosty face:

"I just got off the boat and was just looking for a way in the city. As a result, this man suddenly came over and said he wanted to marry me. Of course I would not agree, and then he started to hurt me."

"Damn, there are such rotten people in the world!"

Also a woman, Nicole raised her eyebrows in indignation, and said to the farmer who was suppressed by the crowd, "Hey! Do you admit what this lady tree elf said?"

"Admit! Admit!"

"The attitude of the guilty plea is not bad."

The female knight nodded with satisfaction, and then asked earnestly: "That is to say, after you molested this tree elf lady and was rejected, you still beat people in anger, right?"

"Yes! It's all my fault..." The informant nodded his head with blood swallowed.

"Then there's nothing to say."

Nicole patted the case, raised her voice and said:

"You have two options now, either lose money or go to jail, but since our prison is not repaired, you can only serve your sentence in Glamorgan's cellar."

"Losing money! I am willing to lose money!" he said hurriedly.

"That's good."

The female knight carefully observed the life breath of Miss Tree Elf, and found that the other party was indeed a little weak (drug addicts), so she said bluntly:

"You bastard, you don't know the importance of the shot, so just compensate for the nutritional fee of 2,000 Sol."

"Two thousand?" The informant's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Presumptuous! Can't you trust my judgment?"

Nicole glared at him immediately and scolded: "If you don't agree, go to the hospital to check the lady's body. After the results come out, see what the doctor has to say."

"Serve! I take it!"

The informant immediately persuaded, for fear that the doctor would find out Aisha's strangeness, so he had to put up with this resentment for the time being.

...

After the public security case was over and the onlookers left contentedly, Nicole found that Miss Tree Elf was still there.

"That **** has already lost money, why don't you leave?"

"Sir Nicole... The reason why I came to Celtic was to find an adult..." Aisha immediately seized the opportunity and said eagerly.

"Oh! It's simple, what's his name?"

The female knight pricked up her ears very enthusiastically. There were only a few "adults" in Celtic, and they were all companions, so it was not difficult to help.

"Your Excellency the Governor of Celtic, we met once in Gaul, and he promised to do me a favor... so I want to meet him..."

"Oh, it's a small matter." Nicole agreed, thinking about it and then adding: "But Yale has been a little busy recently, you should stay in the city and wait, and when you are free, I will take you to see him. "

...

The Highland Court, the Land of Sword Oaths.

In the center of this forbidden land surrounded by towering palace walls, there stands a huge blue-black rock. In the center of the rock, a sword with only the end exposed in the space is inserted.

This is a sword with a gold handle and handguard, which reflects the flowing light in the sun, but it does not make people feel luxurious. The pattern and style of the hilt look simple and elegant, and the sword body is equally thick and steady. Just watching from a distance, you can feel the tolerant and tolerant king's bearing, as if it should be held in the hands of the king by nature.

Standing on the side of the hilt, the old King Gary Fannon looked at the eldest son who was holding the hilt with both hands and was trying his best to pull him out of the rock. He couldn't help sighing:

"This is an incomparably powerful holy sword. In the legend of our Highland Kingdom, whoever can draw this sword can become the ruler of the entire Celtic."

"The legend... it's just a legend."

Kenneth gritted his teeth and tried for a long time, sweating profusely, but he never saw the holy sword move, so he could only give up drawing the sword unwillingly.

"But our people believe in this legend, and it also increases our power!"

King Gary's eyes reflected the brilliance of the sword hilt, and said sharply: "The opponent has Arondite, who can slay dragons. That is the holy sword that only the strongest knight in the world can hold. This is what the Rosevians believe. He can keep Celtic's reason!"

"Even without this holy sword, we can still defeat the Rosevians."

His Royal Highness put the unhappiness behind him temporarily, walked to his father, and said softly, "Even if the governor can integrate the monsters under his command, we still have an absolute advantage, and there is no reason to lose."

"Defeat that Governor is certainly not a problem."

The old king's eyes never left the holy sword for a second, his eyes were gloomy and deep, and he said coldly: "I'm thinking about how to rule the entire Celtic!"