Fairy’s Box

"The wildflowers all around were soaked in his blood and he struggled to the death, but it could not last because the sword of death could not save the brave and noble warrior no longer speaking—"

The girl ended the whole movement with a long, fading note, and the sound of the piano came to an abrupt end at the same time. After a short silence, the sound of cheers and stomping drowned the entire castle.

The tumultuous noise subsided for a while, Nancy stood up from the seat, bowed gracefully, and then turned to the black-robed warrior in the corner:

"How is it? Sir, do you feel satisfied?"

The other party was still sitting still, with the hood covering his entire head. The steaming strong tea had turned into warm water, as if nothing had happened. He took a sip of the tea in the cup and made a low and obscure voice again:

"The song is a good song, but the lyrics are too bad."

Nancy pursed her lips and showed an embarrassed look: "My lord, The Death of Siegfried is a tragedy in itself. Do you want me to sing a comedy about the tragedy?"

Having said that, she scratched her hair, her white face was slyly, and she said with a smirk, "Actually... as long as you are willing to pay more, I can make Siegfried climb out of the grave."

The hall immediately resounded with laughter and laughter from the highland nobles, and they all raised their glasses to the girl, praising her for her wit and wit.

The black-robed warrior responded with silence, and at the same time drank the strong tea in the cup, and wiped his lower lip with a napkin: "No need, since the end of the story has long been doomed, death is death, forcibly from the grave There's no point in climbing out."

After saying this, he stood up abruptly, turned around and walked towards the entrance of the castle.

"Sir, please wait a minute!"

The girl threw the piano on the dining table next to her, hurriedly squeezed past the onlookers of the rich and noble, and quickly chased after the strange person who was about to leave.

The other party stopped, turned his back to her, and remained silent.

"If you want to change the ending of the story, you can come to me, your honorable lord from the south."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The black-robed warrior raised his head abruptly, burst into laughter, and even the lights on the walls hummed: "It seems that this time is really not in vain, Miss Nancy, since you know so much, then talk to me. I'll go out for a walk."

Although he had a tone of request, there was a sense of refusal in his words.

Nancy tilted her head, raised her lips slightly, rubbed her index finger on her temple and thought for a few seconds, then she raised her head, smiled and snapped her fingers:

"no problem!"

The nobles of the highlands suddenly raised their seats in an uproar. They couldn't believe that the beautiful girl who had been hooking up for so long without success would actually take the initiative to introduce it. It was really irritating!

"Wait!"

"I just sang a song tonight."

"Miss Nancy, don't go with him, it's still snowing outside, it's very dangerous!"

Just when these rich and nobles stood up to block, the castle hall suddenly fell into darkness, and only a faint blue light shone on the windows, which was the skylight reflected by the snow outside.

When the person in charge of the castle hurriedly entered the hall with the oil lamp cannon and inspected the lamp posts on the four walls, he realized that it was only the wick that happened to go out, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

After the castle was brightened again, Nancy and the mysterious black-robed warrior had long since disappeared, and the harp left on the dining table over there had disappeared in the darkness.

...

On the side wall of the mountain, the gust of wind engulfed the blizzard, and suddenly swept across the surrounding evergreen trees, causing a strange whine. The girl wrapped her body in a cloak and followed the other party on the steep and long mountain road. When she was about to cross the mountain, she suddenly stopped and showed a blank expression:

"Eh? Why am I here?"

"..."

The black-robed warrior in front stopped abruptly, and his voice became colder than the wind and snow:

"Miss Nancy, are you trying to trick me?"

"No no no! Absolutely not."

The girl quickly waved her hand vigorously, with a shy expression on her face, and then bowed deeply:

"Actually... I suffer from severe schizophrenia, and sometimes the sub-personality often comes out and says messy things, please don't mind."

"It turns out that schizophrenia can make people know so many things that they shouldn't know." Yale pulled off his hood, his pupils flashing a sharp cold light in the darkness.

"Nancy, there is no need to hide this lord."

Accompanied by this ethereal voice, the shadow behind the girl suddenly moved a few steps to the right, and blue ripples flashed on the surface. After a few breaths, it suddenly broke away from the snow and stood upright in the space.

"I'm Kasha."

The silver bell-like voice sounded again, and the completely flat light and shadow opened a pair of eyes, and said calmly and quietly: "Kasha, the **** of spring water and prophecy."

"It's not that I haven't seen a living true god, but a **** of your level...it's the first time." The black-haired knight looked at her up and down, and his spirit vision easily saw through the weak essence of the other party. asked:

"You're so weak that you don't even have a body, right?"

"The Arcane Council has never stopped strangling the gods who believe in the Western Continent. After forming an alliance with the Papal State, our situation has become more difficult."

The sound of light and shadow did not fluctuate in the slightest, like ice particles in the wind and snow, subtle and weak: "As you can see, I can only survive by relying on this child."

"It turned out to be a smuggler of the Freedom Alliance... The enemy of the enemy is also a friend for the time being."

Yale's expression softened, and the knife-like killing intent in his eyes faded, but he still had a mocking tone in his mouth:

"Although the Alliance of Order and the Alliance of Freedom are hostile to each other, they have the same attitude towards believing in gods. Antrasu does not need the enslavement of the gods, and you will all die sooner or later."

"Kasha is different." Nancy suddenly protected the light and shadow, and said firmly: "She has no intention of enslaving humans! She is my friend!"

"She may not mean that now."

The black-haired knight ignored the girl and kept his eyes on the weak god: "So, you said that, please explain."

"I feel a weak divine power in you... It is an ancient but healthy god, and my prophetic ability tells me that you get along well."

Light and shadow penetrated Nancy's body lightly, and her swollen eyes contained a gentle, determined and awe-inspiring expression: "I want to live, and look forward to the day when I break out of the cocoon and be reborn. You can help me, and I can help you."

"So you sang the death of Siegfried in front of me... as expected of the **** of spring water and prophecy." Yale nodded understandingly, and said with a frown:

"Why should I trust you?"

"I foretold my troubles, I foretold my chance of salvation, and I foretold that you would be there, so I sang with Nancy in that disgusting place, all for you." The weak **** said so replied.

"..."

After a long silence, the black-haired knight asked softly:

"What can you do to solve my trouble?"

"I can't tell you for the time being, unless you promise to help me and my friend." The swaying ripples on the light and shadow gradually increased, as if to show the inner fluctuations of the gods at the moment.

"I promise you."

"You must get a golden armor, only..."

"Wait a moment!"

Before the god's words were finished, she was interrupted by a nervous Nancy. She tried to cover Kasha's mouth with her hands and said eagerly:

"You believe him that much? If this guy is a renegade person, my trip will be over, and you will be dead too."

"I know my situation well, you don't have to worry about me."

Light and shadow let her hands penetrate her body, and said calmly and gently:

"Only by wearing that golden armor can you gain a chance of life, and I don't know the specific method of getting that armor, but the key is that you must find a scholar who is proficient in Palladium and let him observe your power. stick."

"Scepter? I don't have that."

As soon as Yale said these words, he suddenly remembered the golden gun that he had thrown into the cold palace. If he insisted on the scepter, only that thing could barely count.

"You have, don't you?" The weak god's eyes were crescents.

"Paler German, what language is that?"

The black-haired knight has no such language in his mind. It seems that he has read too few books, and no native **** of the Western Continent knows much.

"The country of the Far East after the disappearance of the Land of Seris, the oldest language."

"really……"

Yale knew that this was another matter that was not much easier than reaching the sky, shook his head and said:

"Not to mention whether I have time to go to the Far East, even if I do have the time, I may not be able to find that kind of scholar. In this case, how can I believe that you are lying to me?"

"Scholars don't have to look for humans." The light and shadow flickered and said in a low voice:

"Goblins have a life that is a hundred times longer than humans. With your financial resources and power, it is definitely not hopeless to find a goblin who is proficient in the language of Pallard."

"I have to admit that you successfully persuaded me." The black-haired knight paused and continued, "The deal is even established, what kind of help do you need?"

"My original body was a spring water fairy, and I became a **** because I accepted my belief. Now, I am powerless and don't want to continue to take up my priesthood. The prophecy about you will be my last prophecy.

At the same time as the light and shadow spoke, it trembled violently, and said in a slightly excited tone:

"I want to give up my priesthood and restore my true self, so I need a bay of spring water as a shelter, and I need to get a legal canonization."

The whole world knew that being a fairy in Rosevia was much more comfortable than being a goddess in the Iberian Federation. Moreover, the Spring Water Fairy itself is quite a high-level fairies. You only need to find a big lord to worship the mountain, accept the restraint and protection of the imperial book of Jin Zhao, and then you can live a carefree and happy life.

"What's your relationship with the fairy in the lake?" Yale asked with a dark face.

"It's a close relative...is there a problem?"

"No...it's nothing, I promise you this."

After promising to give the other party a bay of spring water, the black-haired knight added another condition: "You and your friends must help me to find a scholar who is proficient in Paler German."

...

On the way back to southern Celtic with the two stowaways, Yale admired the girl named Nancy, because the other party actually possessed a weak natural disaster-level grudge.

To be able to forcibly advance into a weak natural disaster-level warrior in the circle of mages (without a battle pattern, it is not a real natural disaster-level warrior), the talent and perseverance are definitely not ordinary, and it is worthy of being a friend of the goddess.

Although sneaking into the League of Order during the Cold War was tantamount to treason by default, due to her birth, Nancy was still unable to gain the trust of the Empire, so she could not continue on the traditional path of knighthood.

After accidentally hearing the ether theory revealed by the black-haired knight, intentionally or unintentionally, the girl seemed to have found her life's direction and wanted to take him as her teacher.

Yale is naturally willing, but he has to observe it for a while. If the other party can really integrate into Rosevia, then this student will definitely accept it.

Back at the Earl's Mansion, Charlene learned that he had gone to the Highland Kingdom and brought back a beautiful young lady, of course, there was a burst of jealousy.

But it doesn't matter, for this kind of pure coquettish behavior, under the suppression of strict family law, she quickly calmed down.

...

"This is the prototype of the cannon made by the military factory, take a look."

The green-haired girl limped to the black-haired knight holding a cannon that was taller than her, standing aside with a face full of grievances, covering her hips and sobbing from time to time.

"..."

Yale was accustomed to the other party's mischievous actions after accepting the family law, so he took the barrel of the cannon expressionlessly and observed it carefully.

After several revisions, the bayonet was completely different from what he had originally conceived, and was transformed into a shape close to the knight's spear.

In order to facilitate the aiming and shooting of low-level soldiers, a wooden gun drag is added below the rapid-fire gun, so that they can completely adjust the angle of the gun with one hand, and pour vindictive energy with the other.

In order to increase the attack power of hand-to-hand combat, the gun handle is linked to the rear of the gun, and there are guards on each side of the gun handle, which allows soldiers to raise the gun without hesitation and charge.

The top of the gun drag is a built-in bayonet, which can be disassembled at any time. When it is removed, it is a rapid-fire gun, which can be used as a spear when installed.

After this transformation, the length of the rapid-fire gun has reached six feet. If a bayonet is installed, it is an eight-foot short-range and long-range killer.

Although the weight and length have increased, the recruits who have used it feel that the new bayonet can be used more easily, because before this weapon was completely provided by the Scourge Knight, the recoil and shooting method naturally made them unbearable.

After this series of optimizations and improvements, the usage is undoubtedly a lot more user-friendly.

Holding the cannon that looked like the bald knight's spear, the black-haired knight looked at it carefully, and then stabbed it a few times in the space, and couldn't help but praise:

"pretty!"

"Then choose a name, cannons or something, it's too ugly." Seeing that pretending to be pitiful was ineffective, Charlene quickly put on another expression and began to behave.

"It makes sense...it's called..."

Yale held the handle of the gun in one hand and the gun in the other, aiming at the crosshair and aiming the muzzle at the sky, noting that a potbellied albatross was flying across the blue sky.

Charging and shooting in one go, the black beam of light blasted into the sky in an instant, burning all the feathers on the tail of the fat bird, leaving only the bare buttocks.

After watching the naked albatross scream and fly away, the black-haired knight put the cannon barrel on the floor and said cheerfully:

"Buncannon! Let's call it a cannonball!"

"So, this weapon is ready for mass production now?" The green-haired girl blinked at him.

"Let's produce 20 guns first, find a few soldiers to try it out, and see if there are any details that can be improved." Yale put the prototype of the gun on the weapon rack, touched his chin, and said:

"Tonight, it's time to start night training."

...

Nightmare ruins, late at night.

Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding-!

A piercing bell pierced through the long night, and the sleeping new soldiers in the barracks suddenly woke up from their dreamland. to the center of the camp.

"The first team is all here!"

"The second team is all here!"

"The third team is all here!"

In the sound of the command, Yilan and Quincy raised the rapid-fire guns with one hand, and lined up in the first row of the five horizontal lines with their chests and abdomens out, looking at the white snow, their minds were also blank.

"The soldiers in the first row marched forward, and no one was allowed to retreat without my order."

After hearing this order, the two of them breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

A long line of 1,000 people took steps at the same time, and began to advance in an orderly manner, like a city wall walking upright, slowly advancing against the wind and snow, and the morale was high.

After about ten minutes, they officially entered the core area of ​​the Nightmare Ruins. At about the same time, everyone noticed that the scenery in front of them seemed to be a little wrong. Many bizarre shadows swayed in the distance, and they didn't know what the ghosts were.

With the faint light of the sky, the surrounding ruins and broken walls rustled when the breeze blew, and the bleak moonlight mixed with snow flakes dimly reflected the surrounding buildings full of holes.

Looking at the snow that was slowly shrouded in darkness, Ilan always felt the cold air rising from the soles of his feet, and the breathing of the companions around him became heavier and heavier.

Soon, he found that he could no longer see the things around him. Only the dense shadows in the dark place ahead were getting closer and closer. They were sharpening their knives and emitting harsh laughter, as if they were looking at the pigs to be slaughtered that were approaching. sheep.

The boys who had never seen such a scene at all began to cowardly, feeling cold all over their bodies, and the biting cold pierced them like ice.

At this moment, the soldiers miss the rude voice of the instructor, even if it's just a single sound, but you should roar.

It's a pity that the night sky is still extremely quiet. Quietly, I can clearly hear the sound of stepping on the snow-capped mountains thumping and thumping. Yilan feels as if a big cold and smooth hand is stroking his face in the dark.