Fairy’s Box

In the early morning, the shrill cry of the cold wind came from outside the window. In the distance in the sky, a thin light mark just emerged from the darkness, like sleepy eyes that had just opened, announcing that a new day was coming.

"…"

Yale opened his eyes immediately. After getting dressed in three or two, he walked to the floor-to-ceiling window where the cold wind was whimpering, opened the thick curtains, and found that white snow was floating in the courtyard, dancing like butterflies in the morning light.

It wasn't a storm...it was a blizzard...

He looked up at the sky with some headaches, but he didn't see the sun, only a hazy clear light.

The southern Celtic area is vast and sparsely populated, and most people live in remote mountain villages, so it is difficult to find a reference when walking into the wilderness. The black-haired knight usually moves around by looking at the sun to tell the direction, and it is very difficult to encounter heavy snow. anxious.

"you're awake?"

Charlene wrapped her wet hair in a white bath towel, walked over from the bathroom, stopped in front of the closet, took out a set of white training clothes, and said to him:

"Shortly after we got back, it started to snow at night, and now the snow has blocked the road, but it doesn't matter, I have prepared a directional scroll for you and put it on the weapon rack."

A hint of surprise flashed in the black-haired knight's eyes, he took a sip of the water handed over by the ghost maid, moistened his throat, and asked in a low voice:

"Yesterday... didn't you sleep all night?"

"…"

The green-haired girl glanced at him lightly, turned and left silently, and walked into the locker room beside her with her training clothes.

"…"

Yale understood the other party's current mood, but he didn't know how to enlighten him, so he approached the bathroom in silence. After washing quickly, he walked to the weapon rack, grabbed the rapid-fire gun and the directional scroll, and quickly left the Earl's Mansion.

When he walked outside the courtyard, the black-haired knight turned around and waved in the direction of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the mansion. The winter sun shone on his side, creating a warm silhouette.

…

In the snowstorm, with the guidance of the directional scroll, Yale walked quickly to the new army training camp. Because he did not deliberately ignite the fighting spirit, the heavy snow quickly accumulated on him, and it was piled up into a moving "snowman".

A short gun that pierces its own heart.

In his spare time, the black-haired knight has been thinking about this question, what kind of short gun can pierce his heart in this world.

Since awakening the power of origin and becoming the top fifth-order knight, he has never encountered a worthy opponent. Not to mention the rune warriors of the Highland Kingdom who are piled up with props, even Iluncia and Genevieve, the origin knights with extraordinary talents who enjoy the fortune of their ancestors, Yale believes that he does not rely on the Holy Spirit. Swords can also fight.

In other words, there are only a handful of opponents who can defeat him by force in this world, at least the Highland Kingdom does not exist.

Moreover, the black-haired knight's steel vindictive body protection performance is very good, only the heart is the dead door on the whole body, but the heart is the strongest part of his body.

You must know that the strength of this heart, which contains the essence of the previous witch queen, was not damaged even by the full blow of Figores. Therefore, defeating Yale, and piercing his heart in battle, is not a level of difficulty at all.

Since guessing from the direction of personal ability, the possibility is slim, then the short gun Elena mentioned must have some kind of magical ability.

Beyond the immortality of the heart itself!

Thinking like this, Yale quickly thought of various legendary weapons, and the Highland Kingdom didn't seem to have any legendary weapons.

That is to say, the short spear is likely to come from the two giants of the Freedom Alliance, or it may be a rune item at the bottom of the highland kingdom... Anyway, it must be extremely powerful.

All in all, since the opponent wants to use the props to kill him, then he has to find a way to get a protective armor.

Where can I get body armor?

In the snowstorm, the black-haired knight looked at the white snow in front of him, and couldn't help but ponder.

The first choice must be to ask the emperor for help. He has an arsenal of light that is said to have collected several world treasures, but how could he say it? Could it be that he has a good relationship with the current witch queen, and he also listened to the prophecy of the other party?

Witches are called and beaten by everyone, and they are wanted by the whole country!

Having said that, Yale believes that he might accompany Seldon to a foreign land to eat sand.

In other words... tell His Majesty the truth that I do not plan to continue dawdling with the Highland Kingdom, and I am sharpening my knife and preparing to fight them.

As for whether you are willing to fight, I'm sorry... I will be ordered to do something by the monarch... The minister must fight!

Yale thought about it carefully, and felt that he couldn't kill himself like this.

After slowly advancing in the snow for a long time, the black-haired knight thought about it and felt that there was only one reliable way, and that was to let the highland merchant Girard fake information, saying that the highland kingdom had obtained a powerful secret treasure and wanted to wait for the opportunity. Assassinate yourself.

Then arrange for Plitter to report this important news. In this case, His Majesty the Emperor should not be reluctant to give up a piece of protective equipment. Anyway, there are so many in his old man's house, and many holy swords can be placed in front of the five army governor's house. decorations.

…

Three days later, Alone Dan, Yongle Palace.

Atalan wore a white off-shoulder robe and walked through the hallway filled with orange lights holding a document. The thick and soft wool carpet engulfed the footsteps, and everything seemed surprisingly peaceful.

A court maid hurried by pushing a fork cart, and like most women, she did not forget to stare at his exquisite face a few more times.

Atalan smiled graciously—a kind of attention he had grown accustomed to.

He was a natural eunuch, and he was born with fair skin and beauty, so he was regarded as a holy being by the church. After being adopted by the local bishop, he was trained as a **** who praised the Gospel of God.

Inborn imperfection may also be a talent. Atalan's voice is loud and clear, better than the song of castration, so he was recommended to Emperor Romulus by the universal patriarch.

When he gently twitched the strings, opened his pink lips, and matched with the long and mournful sound of the piano, the clear singing voice as clear as glacier water quickly moved the Supreme Supreme.

And then...you know, in Rosevian culture, it's actually an elegant thing to do, especially in the eyes of philosophers and clergy, male-to-male love is often more pure and noble than male-to-female love.

Afterwards, Emperor Romulus was so full of praise for Atalan's performance that he took him away directly from the patriarch. This young man has since grown so rapidly that he soon became a court **** dedicated to serving the king.

At this moment, he stood in front of the emperor's study door, reaching out and knocking on the intricately carved metal door:

"Your Majesty, the clerk of the Celtic Governor's House."

"Come in." A low voice came through the door.

Atalan stretched out his hand and pushed open the door, and a cold air rushed out of the study. He unknowingly gathered his shoulders, trying to wrap the drag robe tightly.

Although the Celts at the moment are already cold and windy, Alonidan, who relies on the Mediterranean Sea, is still as warm as spring. In addition, the Supreme's body is so good that he usually prefers cold and not heat, so the air-conditioning is fully turned on at all places.

The **** stepped into the room, then turned around and closed the thick metal door again to prevent the loss of air-conditioning, causing the lord to be unhappy.

Compared with other rooms, the study room of Yongle Palace is not very big, but it is also the favorite place of Emperor Romulus. The magic chandelier is not ignited at the moment.

The light in the room came from the shutters on the wall, and the cold air came from the trident next to the lamp post. The dim cold light cast a fine sparkle on the wall, swaying slightly.

The burly figure of Emperor Romulus sat on the swivel chair beside the desk. He raised his head and looked at him with gentle eyes:

"Come here, come to me."

"Documents of the Celtic Governor's House."

Atalan's delicate face flushed slightly, and he repeated what he said outside the door, then walked over to the Supreme and handed over the document in his hand.

"…"

The emperor took the document, then glanced at his trembling body, waved his right hand calmly, and the cold light on the trident disappeared immediately.

The blinds were also rolled into a ball at the same time, stacked above the window, and the hot and humid mist rose up. With the warm wind blowing outside the window, Atalan's face eased.

The Supreme then turned his attention to the document and regained the solemnity of a statue. After a long time, he said sharply, "This little Highland Kingdom is really daring."

"What's wrong?"

Queen Shalan's voice came unexpectedly, and with her smart and gentle steps, the beautiful queen pushed open the metal door and glanced at Atalan lightly.

He went straight to the high-backed seat opposite the emperor's desk, unfolded the ivory fan in his hand, and sat down with a smile.

"The secret report from the Celtic side, the low dog of the Fannon family is secretly making small moves, plotting to assassinate the important ministers of the empire."

His Majesty was still sitting still, but there was a hint of anger on his face: "This barbarian **** really thinks that I dare not touch him?"

"A statement from the Celtic Governor's House?" The Queen shook the ivory fan with her fingers, and glanced at the **** standing beside her with an understated look.

"Do not."

The emperor immediately waved his hand, motioning for Atalan to help him knead his shoulders, and then continued:

"According to the secret report from Polis, Cardinal Yousef, who is resident in the Highland Kingdom, recently returned to the Temple of All Nations and spent some time alone with the Pope. Combined with the news from the Celtic Governor's Palace, it is really suspicious. , this incident cannot be avoided.”

Queen Shalan had to look away from the **** and asked with a smile:

"What do you mean, Your Majesty?"

"The boy from Bernstein's family wants me to give him a protective item, and I agree."

Emperor Romulus narrowed his eyes in enjoyment, thought for a moment, and said slowly:

"I intend to give him the dragon's blood armor that I got from the Balkans in the east. Wearing that armor will not only be hard to hurt by spears and swords, but it can also withstand a mortal injury."

"I have a different opinion."

The queen covered her thin lips with a flapping ivory fan and said softly:

"The child itself is immortal, and the natural disaster armament of steel douqi is not much worse than the defense of the dragon's blood armor. If your majesty gave him another dragon's blood armor, wouldn't the effect overlap?"

"Oh? What do you mean?"

The Supreme showed an expression of serious listening.

"That child lives in the southern Celtic. Even if someone deliberately assassinates, it's just a few people. I don't think this person can threaten the strongest warrior in the world."

Queen Shalan pursed her lips and smiled and continued:

"Also, I think he also lacks a shocking weapon in his hand to coerce the Highland Kingdom. Your Majesty might as well use this opportunity to give him a high-powered weapon, so that the child will definitely feel a lot easier. , maybe the Highland Kingdom will change its mind because of this.”

"It makes sense, this is the solution to the root cause." Emperor Romulus thought for a while and felt it made sense, so he continued to ask: "What weapon do you think I should give him?"

His Majesty Shalan cast his eyes out of the window, staring at the rising sun in the east, and said in a trance:

"It is said that after the land of Sirius disappeared due to the great transfer, in the farthest and oldest east, a hero was born from the sun. The gods prophesied that he would be killed by the spear, and the sun did not want to see his son fall. , he turned the brilliance into an inextinguishable golden armor and gave him. Later, in the war of the gods, the hero fell into a desperate situation, and the golden armor turned into a long spear, which blasted and killed all the people with an avalanche of light. Enemy, he himself disappeared in the brilliance."

His Majesty's expression became a little strange, and he said in surprise:

"You mean the sure-fire spear—to obey death?"

"I think it's a good fit for him."

Queen Shalan smiled at her husband: "With this sharp gun in hand, the Highland Kingdom will not have the courage to assassinate him again."

"But…"

Emperor Romulus was hesitant, not because he was reluctant to give up this gun, but because the history and name of this gun were too unlucky. Don't let the boy of Bernstein's family be killed by it, he still has a lot to use.

"What is there to worry about, Your Majesty, that child is immortal, with the strongest body, and this incomparably powerful spear, how could the Highland Kingdom kill him."

"Makes sense."

His Majesty the Emperor was finally persuaded, and immediately stood up from the swivel chair and said to Atalan behind him:

"Accompany me to the Arsenal of Light."

"As ordered."

The beautiful **** bent down and replied softly.

…

Glamorgan, Nightmare Ruins.

After half a month of training, the neat footsteps of the new-style army stirred up billowing smoke. Rows of soldiers, in the voice of the officer's command, formed a horizontal line for a while, a column for a while, marched in neat strides for a while, and then again and again. Running quickly, showing a completely different discipline and temperament of the contemporary army.

I have to say that the wild Rosevians are easy to practice, simple and tough, and their requirements are not very high. If the number is several times larger, Yalei even feels that he can take the initiative to attack the highlands.

For the recruits, a day of boring training soon ended, and the black-haired knight left the camp after nightfall. At the same time, he counted a few times with his fingers, and felt that in half a month, night training would be ready.

When he returned to the Earl's Palace, he found an airship parked in the courtyard. The bronze sculpture of a lion roaring in the sky behind the airship glowed dimly under the light of the jack-o-lantern.

Isn't this the airship that Major Ored took last time... Come here at this time... Could it be that your request has been approved?

Yale's expression brightened, he walked quickly into the hall, and found that the purple-haired major was really chatting and laughing with Charlene. After seeing him coming back, the other party immediately stood up and said exaggeratedly with open arms:

"Lord Governor, you are really busy. I have been waiting here for two hours."

"There's nothing I can do, who didn't notify me before asking you to come." The black-haired knight noticed a long metal box standing by the wall, and immediately hugged him with a smile on his face.

"Governor Yale, your application has been approved."

Aured is not a person who likes to sell things, and immediately lifted the silver long metal box taller than him, held it in his hand, and handed it to the other party:

"His Majesty the Emperor has decided to grant you an extremely powerful weapon."

"arms?"

The black-haired knight was startled for a moment, but he still took the heavy metal box, looked at the other party's expression, and asked again with certainty:

"arms?"

"Yes, it's a weapon, a powerful spear," said the purple-haired major with envy on his face.

"How could it be a weapon, or a gun?"

Yale stared at the metal box dumbfounded, showing a dumbfounded expression. He applied for a piece of armor himself, but the emperor gave him a long spear. This is clearly a chicken-and-duck talk.

"and…"

Charlene raised her forehead covered with black lines and said with a forced smile:

"The name of this gun is - Blade of Destruction. Obey death."

How unlucky is this Nima!

The black-haired knight almost exploded with anger, but because of Ored's face, he could only squeeze out a smile and asked: "Major, I applied for a piece of armor, why did His Majesty give me a long spear, could it be? Got it wrong?"

"No mistake."

The purple-haired major patted his shoulder and said cheerfully:

"According to what the **** next to His Majesty the Emperor said, His Majesty originally planned to give you the dragon's blood armor, but Queen Shalan felt that it was inappropriate. She thought that the Highland Kingdom dared to assassinate you because of the lack of deterrence of the Governor's Palace. The Blade of Destruction, they will definitely converge a lot."

Your Majesty Shalan, how much hatred do I have with you? You want to hurt me like this?

Yale roared loudly in his heart, only showing a grateful expression on the surface:

"Please be sure to thank the two Your Majesty for the gifts for me."

"Hahaha! Don't worry, I will convey it for you."

Aured looked around pretentiously, then touched his belly, and said to himself, "It's so late, I'm going back for dinner."

"We were just preparing dinner, please stay and have dinner together." The green-haired girl resisted her slander and invited him to the table with a smile.

"Then I'm welcome."

Major Zifa walked to the dining table familiarly, and sat on the high-back chair full of anticipation.