Fairy’s Box

Heaven. Alonidan.

The Tower of Ascension stood quietly in the darkness, with a texture like water waves flashing at the top, and the soft light emerged from these ripples, like the brightest star under the night. The White Tower is surrounded by clouds and lightning, like a torch shining on the earth. Even standing on the other side of the Mediterranean Sea, you can feel the majesty and splendor of this building.

At the moment inside the White Tower, at the end of an empty corridor, two burly and golden-armored Royal Guards stood guard on both sides of a gate with expressionless faces, like two toned humanoid sculptures.

If the Kingsman, who symbolizes the majesty of the royal family, can come as a guest guard, the identity of the person behind the gate is naturally self-evident. In fact, this giant tower supporting the Ascension Hall has another world built in, which is an important place for the Agarik royal family to conduct their king-selection ceremonies. One person can become the vice emperor Caesar second only to Augustus.

Because of the connection to another world behind the door, the outside corridor was completely silent, and no sound could be heard. The battle of the royal family is still going on. In such a relatively closed environment, the passage of time can hardly be felt. The two guards stood motionless from the beginning to the end, until a footstep sounded suddenly, making the expressions on their faces. There was a slight change in his expression.

A figure walked quickly from the other end of the corridor, and when the face of the person who came was clearly within the Kingsguard's field of vision, the two knights immediately resumed their impeccable standing.

"General Lilith!"

When the visitor came up to them, the two guards saluted in a respectful tone at the same time.

"Is the ceremony not over yet?"

The person who came was General Lilith, who nodded slightly towards the guard, then his eyes stopped for a second on the closed door, and he asked with a frown.

"Yes, Your Excellency, the ceremony is still going on." A Kingsguard replied immediately, and then added: "But we have the authority to communicate with His Majesty the Emperor. Do you need us to report?"

Hearing this, Lilith thought for a while, and finally shook her head and said:

"Since the king-selection ceremony has not ended, there is no need to disturb, but when the ceremony is over, you can send a message to Your Majesty on my behalf, and say that I have something important, and ask Your Majesty to go to the Fifth Army Governor's Mansion as soon as possible."

"Yes, Your Excellency, we remember it." The Kingsguard nodded.

After the brief conversation, she turned and left, and the two knights guarding the gate noticed that the general's clenched brows never loosened from beginning to end.

...

The city of Shechem, Macmukh province.

On the edge of the towering city wall, a vigorous figure stood leaning on a sword, the wine-red twisted braids fluttered left and right in the night wind, and her sight spread forward along the horizon, projecting all the way to the far east.

The clear moonlight appeared and disappeared between the clouds and mist. A blond knight swiftly climbed to the top of the wall, walked quickly behind Luya, and said in a hoarse voice:

"The no-man's land in the eastern province has once again erupted into a demonic disaster. Several chiefs at the border of the disaster area jointly asked the empire for help. Lord Luya, what should we do?"

"What? Let them drag first."

There was a hint of sarcasm on the pretty face of the female knight, her bloodshot eyes flashing, and she said bitterly:

"If you want to blame, blame them for putting their own death first. On the surface, they are submissive and humble, but secretly they shelter the cultists. Now let the idiots eat the consequences. For the time being, don't worry about the life and death of this group of trash."

"I understand……"

Ordas nodded, then observed her expression, and said cautiously:

"One more thing, the merchants in the city refuse to pay the war tax unless... unless you are willing to marry Sheikh Hussein... to be his fourth wife..."

"..."

Luya pursed her beautifully curved lips, and after a moment of silence, she looked back at the blond knight, and raised a slender index finger that seemed to be carved from white jade:

"Tell those disgusting packs of punks that if they refuse to pay the war tax, they will automatically give up their citizenship. Our warriors will not bleed for a group of savages. Let these people fight the demonic disaster on their own."

Having said that, her long and narrow eyes shot two cold beams, paused, and continued: "As for Hussein, who is good at thinking with his lower body, you can go and catch him now, I will let that bag | Get a second shot."

"As ordered."

Ordas immediately bowed and stepped back, and before he took a few steps, he suddenly turned his eyes to the sky.

At this moment, it was as if a brightest light had emerged in the darkness, and in this light a door opened - he seemed to pass through the door and saw a golden sun rising.

From the Hanging Gardens to the Dreadnought Fortress, from the Black Sea to Gibraltar, and even to the snow-covered Dreadnought Fortress, everyone who lives in this vast land has witnessed this miracle.

Above the pitch-black sky, white-gold clouds rushed in from all directions, centered on a certain point under the sky—in an instant, it was like a stone was thrown into a calm pool—the layers spread apart, showing radial concentricity to the surroundings. The way of circles radiates in all directions.

The golden blazing light lit up from an incomparable distance, and the six corona-like beams of light sprayed endless rays of light, evacuating the last trace of darkness. At this moment, the blue sky was like a pure sapphire, shining brightly.

Citizens scattered across the country, legions sweeping away demonic disasters between major provinces, goblin lords in the cracks of different dimensions, traveling adventurers, and even the Star Guardians of the Mathematical Council. The clergy in the distant Polis Plain also recorded this vision on the World Stone. The Patriarch of the Orthodox Cathedral woke up from his sleep, and observers from all over the world silently looked up at the stars.

Day and night seemed to be reversed, the night sky quietly receded in this infinite light, and Yale, who was far away on Celtic Island, also raised his head to look at the sky subconsciously.

After the white-gold clouds spread out layer by layer, on the purplish-blue sky that exudes pure brilliance, the magnificent and beautiful Great Wall of Fire rotates and climbs up in circles. Hundreds of thousands of miles, combined into the shape of a flaming crown.

And on the edge of this majestic crown, there is a layer of flames that appear and disappear in a gear-like pattern, which is tightly hooped on the periphery of the crown and slowly turns, exuding a soft but absolutely bright brilliance - this is Antrazu's restraint of the world The only thing that can compete with this power is the supreme source of eternal fire.

"The supreme law of glory for all nations, witnessed by thousands of heroic spirits, I, in the name of Augustus, confer the title of Alex Jupiter Agarik Caesar, today and in the past, the eternal glory of the Atrium!"

The majestic voice of Emperor Romulus came from the periphery of the crown, accompanied by an inexplicable force, which caused a slight shock in the vacuum field at the center of the crown's core, and the constantly jumping flame crown solidified.

The pattern-shaped gears, which symbolize the restraining force, rotate and spread in all directions with this vibration. This means that the curve and the straight line of the law of the world are re-fitting. When the gears meet layer by layer, four dotted lines extend from the edge.

The infinitely extending dashed line reaches the dream world - from the earth to the sky, countless flowers are blowing in the wind from all directions, and the olive branch garland is inlaid on the surface of the crown.

A silver beam of light stood straight between the sea of ​​​​the atrium—between the sea and the sky, sending the ring of the beginning and the end to the crown’s chassis.

A ray sank into the depths of the earth - a glass-like fold of time and space rushed to the vast sky, the flames of heaven and earth were changing rapidly, and behind the crown, a large and small light circle appeared, representing sparse and dense.

One penetrated deep into the middle of the bright moon—the crimson city of light instantly covered the surface of the moon, a huge bat outfit with blood wings suddenly opened, and a shining meteor was embedded in the center of the emperor's crown.

"This crown is forged by the sky, how dare others overstep it!"

A younger, energetic voice came from inside the crown, getting higher and higher, and finally became a voice that mortals could not bear, a chant that mortals could not understand!

The golden flame pierced through the sky, twisting as it passed through the crystal walls of the world, and then sprinkled in all directions of Antrazu - obscuring thousands of stars and complementing the pure blue sky.

boom--!

At the moment when the golden light dissipated, the sky suddenly trembled. Amidst the thunder and wind, darkness drowned the sky like a tide, and the vision disappeared at the same time.

"..."

Luya and Ordas looked at the sky stupidly, as if they had lost the ability to speak. After a long time, the thin lips of the female knight trembled for a long time, and finally spit out a complete sentence:

"The seventh prince, Alex, is now the deputy emperor of the empire."

"His Majesty the Emperor is in his prime, but he has been named Vice Emperor. What's the purpose of this?"

Luya didn't answer his question, but raised her eyebrows slowly, and suddenly waved her palm, slapped the man's back with a 'pop', hitting him staggeringly and running towards:

"It doesn't make sense for you to break your head about this kind of thing, go do what you need to do, and catch me that **** bag|punk!"

...

Celtic, Glamorgan.

Standing in the office of the Earl's Mansion, Yale stared at the starry sky after the vision dissipated. His mood was not calm for a long time, and he always felt an indescribable rush of emotions.

The will of the world is frightened by it, and the four sources of power are crowned by it. This is how a real man should be!

After the black-haired knight came back to his senses, he was shocked by his own thoughts, and his heart was beating wildly, and he subconsciously clenched his fingers.

After being silent for a long time, Yale shook his head suddenly, pressed the terrifying thought to the bottom of his heart, and cast his eyes on the white paper in his hand again.

This is an administrative recruitment plan drawn up by Pompeo for him. Externally, talents are recruited in the form of examination papers. Internally, Celtic natives serving in the military are given priority to serve as bureaucrats, and the Ministry of Military Affairs is designed according to the functions of the Governor's Office. , the Ministry of Government Affairs, the Ministry of Finance, and the Ministry of Military Affairs are divided into Intelligence Section and Logistics Section...

The more you look at it, the more it looks like an independent kingdom. However, the black-haired knight at the moment feels that it is inexplicably suitable. This Pompey is indeed a rare talent.

Boom-boom-boom!

Suddenly, Beverly's breath came from outside the door, and he hesitantly knocked on the compound door of the office.

"Come in, sit down and talk about something."

Yale put down the draft in his hand, looked at the red-haired boy with a gloomy expression, and asked softly, "What's the matter, you don't seem to be in a good mood, did you get angry with Mr. Plitter?"

"I can bear whatever Mr. Plitt says... I'm here for another thing."

Beverly sat on the sofa opposite the desk, his eyes twinkled and said, "Yarle... There is something, I don't know if I should tell you..."

"What's wrong?"

Seeing that his expression became more solemn, the black-haired knight raised his eyebrows and said in a deliberately relaxed tone, "Do you want to ask for leave? It should be fine for a day or two, but not for more."

"It's not a vacation!"

The red-haired boy shook his head vigorously, took a deep breath, and said seriously:

"During this period of time, relying on stalking, Mr. Plitter gradually accepted my existence, and sometimes even gave me a word or two on purpose. Just a few days ago, Mr. Plitt, on a whim, arranged I have an after-school assignment. Let me first investigate the activities of everyone in the Earl's Court during this time, and then make a table. If it is completed, he will consider taking me as an apprentice."

"Then what?" Yale's expression also became serious.

"Then I followed his request and carefully investigated everyone's recent activities. As a result... I found one thing I had to say... Maybe I was too sensitive... All in all..."

Beverley seemed hesitant, hesitating for a long time, unable to say why.

"Calm down, Beverly."

The black-haired knight stared into his eyes, tapped his fingers on the table twice, and said slowly and calmly:

"You found something strange, and I was the first to tell me, and I'm very happy about it. So whatever you want to say, I'm willing to listen, and I'm definitely not going to take offense at anyone."

"OK!"

The red-haired boy seemed to be infected by his tone, his expression became a lot more active, and he raised his voice and said:

"Arcia, he seems to be dating a woman of unknown origin recently... You know, he is usually squatting at home and doesn't like anything except Miss Alice. But I found that he has been out frequently recently, and Going in and out of a high-end place with a woman."

"It doesn't matter." Yale spread his hands and said with a smile, "I'm not so tyrannical that I even have to take care of you guys."

"But that's a tree elf!"

Beverly blushed suddenly, and then emphasized: "Pointy ears, and the breath of life in another world, I will never see it wrong!"

"The tree spirit..."

The black-haired knight narrowed his eyes immediately, and his pupils shot back a superb light like a falcon. After a while of silence, he asked softly:

"What's that woman's name?"

"Aisha! Tree Elf Aisha!"

The red-haired boy took out a form from his pocket and quickly handed it to him:

"This is the entry and exit certificate of the tree elf. I found that she lived in Gaul at first, performed many popular operas, and seemed to be the mistress of a rich man. Later..."