Fairy’s Box

Highland Kingdom, Royal Palace.

The sky above the capital was full of haze, thick clouds squeezed, and thousands of birds were circling and chirping around a palace, obscuring the sunlight that was no longer bright.

The interior of the palace was dark and gloomy, as dark as the early morning sun, before the servants lit candles, and King Gary led Bishop Joseph, Prince Wallace, and Princess Sora through the corridors.

On both sides of the wide hall, there is a shiny life-size armor, which is an antique collected by Crown Prince Kenneth. Iron blood. These armors seem to be carrying weapons and walking down from the stone foundation at any time.

However, the king at the moment obviously does not have this leisurely leisure, and it is Prince Wallace who is quite interested in these armors, and there is a light of appreciation in his eyes.

For him, the things of the big brother are all good things. If there is a chance, he must grab it.

The crown prince's bedroom is very large. A half-length portrait of Kenneth hangs in the most eye-catching position of the room. Next to the portrait is a full-metal armor, which holds a moonfire sword in the glove.

That was the weapon of the crown prince's youth. As early as eight years ago, he was a rune warrior at the level of a legion commander. He participated in many battles, and at the same time won great glory.

But now, he's just a weak patient.

Kenneth lay on the bed, his eyes sunken, the candlelight casting a heavy shadow on his pale face.

The Yueling marrow fluid squeezed into the body not only destroyed most of the man's nerves, but also seriously damaged his health. If Roservia's doctor was not strong enough, he would have to rely on blood exchange day after day to survive.

Wallace walked over quickly, threw himself on the bed, and said sadly, "Dear brother, how did you make yourself like this, are you under the black hand of that Governor Rosevier?"

The crown prince whispered weakly: "I'm sorry, my brother, it's all due to my impulsiveness. The governor did not intend to harm me, but saved my life at the critical moment."

"Just rest in peace, everything will be fine." The second prince said meaningfully.

King Gary noticed that there was a glass bottle with a slender neck on the head of his Aiko's bed, which contained the life-saving medicine sent by the Rosevians, and raised his eyelids unconsciously, and sighed:

"Your impulse almost cost me a good heir."

"I'm sorry." Kenneth said in a choked voice.

Bishop Joseph went to the bed and held the patient's only movable right hand: "Poor child, everything will be fine, the Lord will bless you."

As he spoke, he took off the silver cross from his neck and handed it to the count.

Kenneth's scattered eyes flashed for a moment. He stared at the cross, touched his lips with difficulty, and said weakly, "May God bless you, Your Highness Bishop,"

"This is a cross from the Temple of Nations, with the blessing of His Majesty the Pope." The bishop handed the cross to him:

"It can help the bearer calm down and help with your recovery."

"A delicate piece of art," the crown prince said lightly.

"I almost forgot, I also have a gift for you." Prince Wallace took out a drop-shaped glass bottle from his pocket, and there was a drop of transparent liquid in the bottle:

"This is the fountain of life I bought at a high price, and it may be good for your health."

The second prince handed the glass bottle to Kenneth's lips, and the crown prince suddenly coughed violently, and a morbid blush appeared on his pale face.

He raised his hand tremblingly and pointed to the porcelain cup beside him.

"Maybe, I have to taste it first."

Wallace smiled and dropped the precious liquid into the cup, then drank half of it in front of everyone, and put it back in its place.

Kenneth coughed and was speechless. He closed his eyes, and a cold sweat broke out from his forehead.

"Let's leave and let Kenneth rest."

The king stayed where he was, and when his youngest son left the room, he immediately picked up the teacup and threw it out of the window.

...

In the king's study, a court mage was nervously reporting the situation to the king.

"According to your previous instructions, while Prince Wallace was visiting His Royal Highness Kenneth, I searched his Rune Workshop. His Highness has a very rich collection of books, and I saw many potions in his Rune Workshop. and writings on black magic, some of which are very strange.

He took out a book from his arms and quickly held it in front of him.

The book is written in a script that has never been seen before. The paper is yellowed and looks very old. There are several mysterious symbols on the cover, and the most striking is a few pictures.

"I suspect that this is an ancient book that records the magic of charm." The court mage said sweating profusely.

"I see, you can go back."

King Gary put away the ancient book, turned a few pages, his expression tightened, he immediately spread out a piece of letter paper, and quickly wrote a letter dipped in ink.

"Your Majesty, Cardinal Joseph asks to see you."

"Let him wait."

The king folded the white paper on the imperial case, put it in a white envelope, sealed it with fire lacquer, affixed it with his own seal—a family emblem with the title of the royal family, and handed it over to the guard standing next to him.

"Get it out, the sooner the better."

The guard locked the wooden box without a word, and walked out of the bedroom with a silver tray.

Watching the guards disappear from sight, King Gary rubbed his temples and said in a tired voice:

"Please come in, Your Royal Highness."

Half a minute later, Bishop Joseph bowed and approached the study, rubbed his chest and saluted:

"May the Gospel of the Lord be with you."

"His Royal Highness, didn't we meet just now?"

A dignified expression suddenly appeared on the king's face: "Is His Majesty the Pope has a new oracle?"

"No, I didn't come this time to convey His Majesty's oracle." Bishop Joseph walked across from the king, looked down, and said lightly:

"But to tell your Majesty something important."

"Please say."

"In order to strengthen the power of the Highland Kingdom, I was ordered to bring the most powerful holy weapon - the Spear of Destiny."

"The Gun of Destiny!"

King Gary slammed his hands on the table and stood up from his seat in surprise.

"Yes."

The cardinal nodded lightly, his eyes still stayed on the floor, and he said slowly: "Also, this gun has already chosen its owner."

"Have you chosen... your own master?" The old king narrowed his eyes.

"I will be here to celebrate."

He stroked his chest again and saluted, and said loudly, "Your Majesty, your son, Prince Wallace, has become the holder of the spear of destiny!"