Fairy’s Box

The clatter of the iron door came from overhead, followed by the clack of leather shoes stepping on the slate.

"Are you here...?"

She whispered confusedly in her heart, propped herself up from the dry blanket, and raised her face, the darkness in front of her eyes was still as black as ink.

What should I do myself?

Is it to honestly explain everything, or prepare to endure the second round of soul torture?

She can't go back, and Marta will still be as usual, looking forward to reuniting with her in her dreams, a dream that she will never wake up...

At that moment, tears welled up from her eyes.

"Great and merciful Mother Tree God, please take my soul...if you can hear...please..." Aisha closed her eyes, raised her face, and meditated seriously.

Above her head, in the small eye used for ventilation, a white light lit up.

Then there was the creaking of the winch and the clanging of the iron chain. The iron fence in front of the tree elf gradually rose, and soon it sank into the top stone wall.

Da da da……

Accompanied by the sound of approaching footsteps, the throbbing light of the torches shone into the cellar, making Elsa's eyes sting.

Beverly walked up to her with a torch in hand, observed the expression of the tree elf, and said calmly, "Miss Elsa, before you start answering questions, I feel it is necessary to tell you something."

"..."

She tried her best to hide her fear, raised her head silently, and stared at the face that was not a few years older than her daughter.

"You know, you are the most backbone of the organization, the remaining spies, especially the slippery fish John who sneaked back to the tavern when it was dark. He knows your situation like the back of the hand, and has already confessed everything. "

The red-haired boy approached the other with a torch, and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Your daughter, Marta, that poor girl, is still under the control of that organization, right?"

"Yes."

Aisha nodded numbly. Now that John has been caught, she also knows that everything is over. Judging from the current situation, the mysterious owner will probably not let Marta go.

"Obviously, it's very likely that your daughter has been brutally murdered."

Beverly slowly removed the torch, stared into her eyes, and said in a deep voice:

"If you think everything is our fault, you can hate us for so long, but before that, think about who is the one who pushed you to this point."

"Is there any sense in hating anyone? My Marta is dead..." The tree elf seemed to have been drained of all blood, and fell limply on the hardwood couch, his face as pale as white paper.

"Yes, although Marta is probably dead, you are still alive! The mastermind who forced you into such a situation and ruined your mother and daughter's life is still alive!"

The red-haired boy spoke faster and faster, and asked in an almost roar-like voice: "Don't you want to find out who is behind it? Don't want to avenge yourself and your daughter?"

She sat in a daze for a long time, then suddenly opened her arms and hugged her body, big drops of tears came out of her eyes, and she cried bitterly:

"Daughter, my daughter..."

Beverly stood patiently and waited until her crying subsided, and then continued: "Actually, Marta is not completely lifeless, you may still have a chance to find her."

The tree elf tried his best to suppress his sobbing, and his teeth clenched his red lips, until the blood came from the bite, and then he answered hoarsely:

"You're not going to execute me?"

"It's not good for us to execute you, besides..." The red-haired boy paused and said softly, "Arcia still misses you, he doesn't want you to die."

Aisha sat up straight like a puppet, her hands resting on the blanket and quilt had no strength. After a moment of silence, she lowered her eyes and said in a low voice:

"I don't want to hurt him, but I can't talk about liking him..."

"So much the better."

Beverly interrupted the tree elf with a wave of his hand, and said coldly: "It's impossible for you and him, let that guy give up early, this is what we are happy to see."

"So... how do I get revenge?" Aisha asked, clenching her teeth and holding back her tears.

After hearing her question, the red-haired boy showed a meaningful smile: "Don't worry, we will help you, all you need to do now is to be patient... and wait..."

...

Highland Kingdom, Night Market.

Di Luer walked slowly through the market, pretending to be amused, and looked at the objects that the vendors placed on the carpet or hung from wooden poles. Every vendor hangs up lights, one or two oil lamps, in front of their stalls to illuminate their wares, and customers who come and go also carry lights, making the whole street look like a river of lights flowing .

The lights flickered, and the glass jars filled with colorful sand grains and the cheap, polished accessories shone with a dazzling sheen. She picked up a silver pendant with diamonds embedded in it, held it up in front of her eyes, and turned it back and forth between her fingers to face the light, so that the corner of her eyes could swept across the alley behind her—there were occasional clusters of flickering Lights, but more than that, there is only deep darkness.

Suddenly, she noticed a long and three short red light flashing in the depths of the alley.

The merchant lady immediately put down the pendant, showed an apologetic smile to the stall owner, walked quickly into the alley, and took out half a strange gold coin from her pocket.

Di Luer groped and walked for about three minutes, when a hand suddenly stretched out in the darkness and pulled her into a narrow space. At the same time, a faint golden light illuminated the surroundings.

"Miss Diluer?" A light and sweet voice entered the ears of the businessman.

"Are you from... Lord Count?" Di Luer looked at each other with wide eyes, showing an incredible expression.

The other party did not immediately answer her question, but just took out half a gold coin from his arms and handed it to the merchant lady through the fluorescent stone:

"What about the token?"

"it's here!"

Di Luer immediately handed over half of the gold coin and put it together with the other half. The back of the gold coin just formed a pattern of a strange face.

"Sure enough, it's Glamorgan's evil spirit gold coin. I was rude before." Nancy took off her mask, revealing a fair and delicate face, and said in a low voice:

"The Governor-General means that I hope you can hide for a while longer."

"Impossible! Exterminating the demonic disaster and dealing with the disaster area has consumed a large amount of the kingdom's funds and disrupted our steps. The kingdom's finances are almost out of work now. If he continues to stay here, father will become the number one. A fat sheep being slaughtered."

The merchant lady explained eagerly.

"I understand."

The girl nodded lightly, looked around vigilantly, and said in a low voice, "Then, take me to your father's residence now, and tonight we will leave at night."

Shortly after the outbreak of the Demonic Disaster, military expenditures and disaster relief expenditures made the capital operation of the Highland Kingdom increasingly tense. The new King Wallace's life style is too extravagant, and he is not good at managing money, and the finances of the entire kingdom are close to collapse.

As the number one big businessman and big fat sheep, the pressure is not too big. Not long ago, the number one traitor who heard some rumors could not sit still, and immediately sent someone to rule the Celtic Governor's Palace , declared that he was going to pack up and leave.

The Celtic Governor's Palace did not break the covenant either, and quickly sent someone over to respond. As for why Nancy was sent instead of someone else, there was a reason.

Calamity Knight is too powerful, so it is being studied by countries big and small. Although the Highland Kingdom is not big, there is also a set of methods for detection. Usually it's no problem to sneak in and walk around, but there must be a lot of eyes staring at a character like Girard, and in this case, it is easy to be found.

Most of the detection instruments are designed for the war pattern inside the knight of natural disasters. Therefore, Nancy, who has no war pattern, becomes an ideal candidate for this mission.

...

When the two returned to the merchant's mansion, it was already midnight, and the highland merchant was still having a delicious night feast. When his daughter came back with a little beauty about her age, Ji Rui De's expression is quite wonderful.

"The Governor-General sent me here because I have no war marks in my body and will not be targeted for testing, so please don't doubt my strength." Nancy rubbed her forehead helplessly and explained with a blank face.

And the richest man in the Highland Kingdom, an old friend of the Celtic Governor's Mansion, the chubby Mr. Girard - was sitting slumped on the wide chair directly opposite her, looking at the girl with a cautious and suspicious look.

Nancy is already very familiar with this kind of look - in her current image, if she is a singing singer, she is definitely more convincing than a soldier serving in the Governor's Palace.

"Forgive me, Miss Nancy, I used to be one of your singing customers..." The businessman explained politely.

"Well, because there were too many guests at that time, I can't remember all of them at all... All in all, I'm serving the Governor's Palace now, Mr. Girard, if you want to escape, you'd better follow me now."

"All right!"

Girard hesitated for a moment, and finally the idea of ​​​​escape got the upper hand, and immediately jumped off the chair: "Wait for me to pack up."

"Please don't carry too much baggage."

Nancy stopped in front of him and said calmly: "The Governor's House will bear all your expenses. If we win, all your property will be returned in full. If we fail... no matter where you flee, It's useless to bring more money."

"But……"

The big businessman showed a pained expression, his face full of hesitation.

"Father!"

Seeing that he was still hesitating, Di Luer stomped his feet in a hurry, and said angrily, "If we don't leave quickly, let alone money, we can't even save our lives!"

"You are right!"

Girard nodded vigorously, showing a resolute expression, gritted his teeth and said, "I will destroy the things that need to be destroyed first, and then leave with only the information the Governor needs!"

"Wise choice, we're here to help!"

Nancy turned her body away quickly, then hooked her hand, signaling him to move quickly.