Fairy’s Box

Woo-!

The airship whistled again, and the sound of the propellers spinning slowly sounded. As the rhythm of the sound became faster and faster, the airship began to move forward slowly, faster and faster.

Soon, you will be able to overlook the panoramic view of the entire airship station from above, and at this time the carriage is a little more lively.

Yale turned over a blank page, recalling some information Charlene gave him yesterday.

The place they are going to this time is called Bucharest, which is the most famous place in the province of Upper Dacia. It is the burial place of the legendary vampire ancestor, and there is a monastery dedicated to the soul of the ancestor, the Snakov Monastery.

A few days ago, when they attacked the Highland Kingdom, the Sound Nest Organization invested a lot of manpower and material resources to excavate the underground ruins of the monastery. Just when the excavation work was progressing, an unknown disaster occurred, and the entire engineering team was almost wiped out. Only the reformed soldiers escaped by chance, and they are still seriously injured.

Judging from the results, whether or not the ancestor of the vampires is buried in the Snakov Monastery is worth exploring.

Putting aside the matter of the monastery for the time being, Yale looked out the airship window on the left.

Pieces of soft white sea of ​​​​clouds swept back continuously, and the high-altitude airflow hit the fixed glazed window, making a small creaking sound. Occasionally, goblins flew by in groups in the sky, dragging bright particles of light, curiously sticking their faces outside the glass window to peer in.

At this time, the gray-white sky was cloudy, and it seemed that it was about to rain. Two swallows streaked across the sky, chasing one after the other.

In order to avoid lightning, the airship gradually lowered its height, flew over the spire of the towering bell tower below, and began to glide slowly at a low altitude.

"It's also great to fly low on a rainy day."

Bruno leaned against the glazed window with great interest, and cast his gaze to the shadow of the airship slicing the ground below. Suddenly, he saw a naked albatross flapping its wings and resting on the pedestal of a statue of a saint child in a church.

"Look, there's a bald-tailed albatross!" he exclaimed in a low voice.

So childish - this is Yale's latest assessment of him.

At this moment, the young man sitting across from him fell asleep, and the girl took the opportunity to get out of her boyfriend's arms and secretly looked at the silver-haired boy. Then he turned his attention to the black-haired knight and smiled at the two of them friendly.

Yale closed the note and smiled back.

"Are you going to Dakia too?" the girl asked in a low voice.

"Yeah, are you too?" The black-haired knight replied casually.

"Well, what are you doing there?" The girl reached out and brushed the hair on the side of her face, covering up the shallow hickey: "Is it to investigate the matter of the Snakov Monastery?"

"You know what happened there?" he asked curiously.

"Of course, it is said that Archduke Vlad's treasure was found there, and many mercenary groups and large financial groups have visited it. Recently, there was also a large financial group's excavation team that was completely wiped out there. It is rumored that there is only one person. Survive."

The other party seemed to know a lot of inside information, and said twitteringly.

"It seems that you know very well." Yale looked surprised, and looked at the girl slightly.

The soft brown short hair is only neck-length, and there is a blade-shaped lady's glasses on the bridge of the nose. The girl has a shrewd and well-behaved ladylike temperament. She is wearing a light blue lace skirt, and her skin is as white and tender as mutton fat. Delicate and almost flawless.

This girl is like a scholar who travels far, with a strong bookish air, giving people a very educated and simple taste. Although the face is not very beautiful, but the vigorous temperament on the body is very flattering.

This feeling of a girl with vitality reminds the black-haired knight of the girl he once loved. Unlike the girl in front of him, that guy is a stubborn idiot.

"I'm a reporter from Paris newspaper, I know there's big news there." She blinked proudly, glanced at Bruno secretly, and said in a low voice:

"I've met many, many powerful people. You two have a similar temperament. Shouldn't it be... the people who went to investigate the monastery, right?"

"What do you think?" Yale smiled slightly.

Seeing that he didn't answer directly, the girl smiled and acquiesced to this guess. It seems that the two of them are regarded as "big men" who are going to compete for Vlad's treasure.

The black-haired knight is also happy to see the other party guessing like this. Anyway, if he finds any treasure there, he doesn't mind taking action to **** it.

"Since you know it so well, what are you going to do, write an investigation report?" He remembered the calluses on the girl's fingertips.

"Yes, we are very interested in the situation there, but we don't plan to stay for long. We will leave after a brief interview. The newspaper office has already arranged for us." The brown-haired girl answered Yale's inquiry with a smile.

The black-haired knight nodded in understanding.

"If you agree, we can also write a short story for you. If there is enough information, there is no problem with medium and long stories." She seemed to be very interested in the identity of the two, and even began to use privilege to tempt.

"We just want to keep a low profile as much as possible." Yale politely declined the request.

"It's such a pity, my sixth sense tells me that your experience will definitely be able to write super hot news." The girl pursed her lips regretfully, reached out to cover her mouth and yawned.

"Well... I'm so tired. Flying so low makes me a little dizzy."

"No way, it's raining." The black-haired knight looked at her yawning and felt a little sleepy.

The brown-haired girl quickly got back into her lover's arms. Yale leaned his head against the back of the chair and closed his eyes. Bruno felt a little tired after watching the scenery for a long time. He simply leaned against the glass window and closed his eyes slowly. Doze off.

He fell asleep in a daze, and after an unknown amount of time, the black-haired knight slowly woke up.

It was already dark outside the window, it was raining heavily, and the cockpit was a little noisy. In the middle of the aisle, a flight attendant was slowly walking by pushing a cart selling food.

The young couple on the opposite side had woken up and were holding a comedy novel and reading softly. When they read something interesting, they would laugh and hug each other.

Bruno was rummaging through his suitcase and took out two dry towels, one around his neck and one in his hand:

"I'm going to take a shower, shall we go together?"

"I'll go as well."

Life on the airship is very boring. The two have nothing to do except chat with the couple opposite each other every day. Bruno has to deal with the curious eyes of the brown-haired girl from time to time.

...

Five days later.

Because it was a tailwind, the airship arrived at its destination several days in advance.

With the harsh whistle sound, the airship slowly landed to the ground.

With a bang, the side of the cockpit bounced open, and the flight attendant stood by the door and said with a smile:

"Terminal - Bucharest is here, welcome to take this airship."

"finally reached."

Yale retrieved the suitcase from the luggage rack, grabbed Bruno's arm, brushed shoulders with the flight attendant, walked down the stairs one after the other, and a hot wind rushed towards him.

The sky was scorching hot, and the yellow sand was raging all around.

There are two or three wooden houses on the station square. They look old and cracked. It is not so much a fence as a row of Populus euphratica planted next to the fence wall. rolled.

Compared with the Gauli Station, this place is not even a station.

"Mr. Lucar! Mister Camus!"

The young couple trotted and chased after them. The brown-haired girl, wearing an oversized straw hat, ran behind them out of breath and said out of breath:

"The car that picks us up is outside the inn. Anyway, the destination is the same, let's go together."

"Miss Guoguorella, we don't need a car." Bruno rejected the other party's kindness.

Through these few days of getting along, they can be considered to be familiar with each other. The young couple are from the Paris newspaper in Gaul. The young man's name is Shire, and the girl's name is Gogorela. This time, he went to Snakov Monastery to interview a pair of legendary mercenaries.

The brown-haired girl didn't expect the other party to refuse, so she pursed her lips unwillingly, and pointed to the camel car outside the gate of the station: "Our car has an ice oven, so the four of us won't feel stuffy."

"still……"

The silver-haired boy was about to continue his refusal, but unexpectedly, Aleigh pulled his arm and nodded in agreement:

"Then let's go together."

"OK!"

Guoguorilla waved in the direction of the camel carriage with great heart, and the camel carriage outside the door immediately dragged the smoke and dust into the square. An old man with a beard in the door walked to the door and pushed open the carriage. door.

"Let's go."

Charles smiled shyly.

"Um."

Bruno's silver eyes narrowed like a big cat, he silently stopped talking, and walked into the carriage with the black-haired knight.

Thick curtains covered the car windows, making the light in the space very dark, and it was too gray to see. There were two copper ice stoves beside the door, braving the freezing white air, and even the floor felt a chill.

There are a total of eight seats in the carriage of the camel car. There are three people sitting in it, an old man with a beard, an old woman wrapped in a white robe and a headscarf showing half of her face, and a middle-aged man who bowed his head and did not speak.

After getting in the car, Guoguorilla said hello to several people, walked to the vacant seat in the last row, and sat down. Yale stood in the narrow aisle of the carriage, glanced coldly at the three passengers, and sat down as well.

Ciel held his girlfriend's hand, whispered hello to his colleague, and sat down beside Guoguorilla with his head down. As soon as the buttocks touched the seat, I felt a cold chill approaching my heart, and I shivered subconsciously.

"It's so cold."

He murmured softly, and leaned his back against the cold, hard backrest.

The camel carriage slowly began to move, and Guoguorilla, who had always been very energetic, suddenly became sleepy. She leaned her head on her lover's shoulder and fell into a deep sleep.

"..."

Ciel was also drowsy after another, his head swaying back and forth with the rolling of the wheels, and the body of the car suddenly bumped while he was drowsy.

Snapped--!

His forehead hit the back of the front seat instantly, he bared his teeth in pain, raised his head subconsciously, and his eyes just met a pair of cold eyes.

The young man's heart skipped a beat, and with a bit of luck, he slowly raised his head.

In the field of vision, the three passengers in the car raised their heads at an angle and looked at him strangely, their bloodless faces were dull and numb, like several bodies filled with strange shadows.

How could this be?

Ciel lowered his head as if he was electrocuted, his heart beating wildly in his chest, he squeezed his girlfriend's soft palm, and found that the other party was sleeping too deeply, and he didn't respond.

I don't know if it was an illusion or not, he felt that the temperature in the car was getting colder and colder, and the gloomy cold air seemed to be drilling into the bone marrow.

The young man was chilled by the cold, hugged his shoulders and shrank his body. At this moment, his body suddenly froze—the back was suddenly held back by five rigid objects, and he moved slowly.

He was clearly sitting in the last row.

Ciel was so frightened that his heart almost jumped out of his throat, his body trembled violently, his body trembled, and the strange object behind him moved faster.

He didn't dare to turn his head to look behind him at all, he just grabbed Guoguorilla's purse tremblingly, took out his girlfriend's vanity mirror, and slowly raised it to his side.

The white flower flashed in the mirror. Ciel resisted his fear and turned the mirror quietly. The mirror emitted a faint light, reflecting the scene behind him.

Curtains, back pads, hanging ornaments... The young man slowly turned the vanity mirror, and the scene in the mirror slowly changed, and finally settled on the top of his head - there hung this bloated face, the face on it. Muscles melted, drooping down...

Xia Er stared blankly at that face, an extreme chill and fear slowly followed every capillary, climbed up to his heart, wrapped it in it, and squeezed it a little harder.

The young man stiffened his neck and stared straight at the mirror. A cold air hit his back and seeped into his bones.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Ciel collapsed completely. He jumped up from his seat like a madman, screamed mournfully, turned around and smashed the carriage behind him with all his fists.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?"

Guoguorella was awakened by his actions, showing a bewildered expression.

"There is a problem with this car! There is a problem with this car! There is a problem with these two cars!"

The brown-haired girl stood up and took a few steps back in fright. She was about to jump up to stop him, when she suddenly became terrified and her legs trembled. There was a blood-red palm print on the other's back.

"Guorilla, we have to leave, we can't stay here any longer."

The young man suddenly woke up, gritted his bleeding teeth, grabbed his girlfriend's hand, and stepped to the door.

"Go now!"

He stretched out his hands and grabbed the doorknob and pulled it hard, and then tapped the window glass with his elbows.

(The author guarantees with Ding Ding that the patch demon king will not have thick lines.)