Fairy’s Box

The gray-black sky was swaying with drizzle, and the rainy night was freezing cold. The surrounding monastery buildings were full of black holes. Only a few windows were lit with faint blue lights, illuminating a few floating transparent silhouettes.

The original Snakov Monastery only covers an area of ​​half an acre, but as the rumors of sealing the vampire ancestor became more and more widespread, it began to receive support from religious madmen and local governments.

As a result, the originally concise building complex has been expanding outwards in the process of repair and reinforcement, and then expanded, spreading like mold, and finally became a behemoth that covers an area of ​​more than a town.

On the blue stone road in the monastery, the road is full of withered leaves and grass roots, which are mixed with some green shoots, which emerge from the underside of the dead leaves.

Above the road, a canopy of overlapping trees formed a canopy, and the dense green branches and leaves completely covered the sky.

On both sides of the road, the black-brown tree trunks are bent and twisted, and none of them are straight.

Arley and Bruno were one after the other, stepping on the fallen leaves and grass roots as they moved forward rapidly. Even if the view above was blocked by the branches and leaves, they could still feel that the **** of the road was rising.

"What did you just do to those two perverted killers?"

"At that time, I happened to feel the breath of the doll's owner, and I was about to catch up, so I simply stuffed the minced flesh of my tongue into the pocket of the skinny monkey's trousers to frame the blame. You also felt the earthquake just now, right? Those two perverts are probably dead."

"Hahaha, you are so bad."

"Don't praise me like that."

The two moved forward along the road, and after rushing for more than ten minutes, a brown crossroad sign suddenly appeared on the side of the road.

The black-haired knight walked over quickly, gently brushing off the fallen leaves and dust on the road sign, revealing the writing below.

'The place where the ancestors slept. ' The handwriting is like splashing ink, blood red like blood, and it looks very tense, covering the glyph that should have been the 'Hall of Sleeping'.

Bruenor walked to the end of the bluestone road and looked forward.

In front of it is a towering mountain body. The trees on the entire mountain have been cut down. In the green mountains, it looks like a scar that has appeared impressively. The exposed brown rocks and the dark yellow soil all make people feel a sense of depression and loss of unknown origin.

On the limestone hill, stands a towering rectangular building - the Temple of the Sleeper.

The temple stands at the highest point of the mountain. After thousands of years of vicissitudes, the roof of the temple has collapsed, the statues are gone, and the reliefs are severely eroded. .

At this moment, the temple is surrounded by a mass of deformed thorns, and there is an inexplicable sense of distortion. There are spirally twisted vines everywhere, and thick brown rhizomes arched out from the ground, forming arched semicircles.

Looking forward at a glance, the silver-haired boy also faintly felt a sense of dizziness.

"There is the rumored place where Vlad, the ancestor of the vampire, was sealed. There is no trace of power leaking out. This is good news for us." Yale walked to Bruno and looked up at the Sleeper God. Temple, then set foot on the stairs leading to the top of the mountain.

"There seems to be a lot of people there already." The silver-haired boy quickly followed.

...

The entrance to the temple is inside the jungle of thorns. Behind several broken Doric stone pillars, the door is stained with a layer of dark brown blood. If you don't observe it carefully, you will only think it is the color of the stone.

The stone gate is clearly broken, the door panel has disappeared, and the deep corridor leads directly to the interior.

The black-haired knight observed it a little before entering the door, and found that compared with the outside, the stone inside the temple was more corroded, so that the small patterns on the side walls on both sides were blurred, and the original traces could not be seen.

Go through the long corridor full of cobwebs and dust, and enter the shrine with statues instead of stone pillars.

As soon as the black-haired knight entered the shrine, he instinctively felt that something was wrong.

This sacrificial hall appears to be too spacious, the length and width may exceed the average square, and the overall shape is square. A huge sarcophagus quietly rests on the stone platform protruding from the ground in the center of the room.

The architectural style of the memorial is consistent with the tomb passage outside. A group of relief sculptures on the eastern herringbone wall are engraved with the vivid pattern of the Kabbalah Tree of Life. On the west herringbone wall, the scene of the birth of Vlad, the ancestor of the vampire, is engraved and painted. It is said that he shot the Son with a spear and was infected with holy blood and turned into a demon.

On both sides of the sarcophagus, there were more than a dozen people dressed as mercenaries standing. When they saw Yale and Bruno walking into the sacrificial hall unscathed, they clearly showed vigilant and hostile expressions.

A gray-robed old man headed out came out, looked at the black-haired knight, and said in a deep voice:

"It's an honor to meet you. We are mercenaries of the Mountain and Sea Mercenary Corps. Your two of you can enter the Temple of the Sleeper without injury. You must be very skilled. We have no intention of becoming enemies with the two of you. The treasure in the sarcophagus is enough for us to share. Conflict is necessary."

"It makes sense, so how do you divide it?"

Yale felt that the old man opposite was quite acquainted, so he didn't plan to embarrass them.

"Although the Mountain and Sea mercenary group is not a top mercenary group, it is also ranked among the top 100 in Anterazu. It took a lot of hard work to get here. In this way... After the coffin is opened, we will take risks together. If there is treasure Five for all of us and three for two, how about that?"

The old man carefully observed the two of them with a bit of alertness.

"Where did the other two go?" the silver-haired boy blurted out.

A female mage in a white robe walked out from behind the old man, glared at Bruno angrily, suddenly raised his chin, and replied with a displeased expression:

"That's going to be taxed, or the Rosévia Tax Office will fine you to ruin your family!"

"No, why should we pay the tax?"

The black-haired knight shook his head decisively, and argued with reason: "The part of the tax should be paid out together, and the rest of us should be divided into five or five points, so it is fair."

The female mage immediately widened her almond eyes and sneered:

"No! There are more than a dozen of us here, and you are only two of you. Why do you have to speak half of it!"

"What's the use of having a lot of people? Does it make sense to have a lot of people? You might not be able to beat the two of us." Yale decisively began to show off his power and be a hooligan.

"no!"

"No, you can't say it!"

"..."

The honest boy Bruno looked left and right, opened his mouth silently, and was unable to speak for a while.

The old man glanced helplessly at the red-faced female mage, and felt that the black-haired knight's position was really firm, and it was not easy to be shaken.

He was about to say a few words, haha, and then compromise, when he suddenly found that Yale was silent, and then, two long and narrow shadows were projected from outside the corridor.

First, a crisp glutinous rice-like tone:

"God, we are late, there are already many people in the temple."

Then came another rough and powerful voice:

"Damn, it's all those two stupid reporters who let our pigeons go."

Between the question and answer, a tall young man with short purple hair, a gloomy face, and only wearing short-sleeved trousers walked into the sacrificial hall. His eyes first turned to the Mountain and Sea Mercenary Corps, the corners of his lips pulled slightly, and then he turned to the other two, his expression suddenly heavy.

"That's why it's all your fault. Even though he was near the shrine, he returned to the monastery because he remembered someone being interviewed. He's a person who can easily get carried away."

A "girl" with beautiful words and a beautiful face walked into the sacrificial hall with a swaying figure following the shadow moving under the lights.

When this person walked into the hall, it was like a sky of petals brushing across the space, and everyone felt their eyes lit up.

This is a person who is extremely charming and beautiful, with long light blue hair scattered behind his head, a pair of slender and charming eyes under his flat jade-like forehead, one nose is straight and straight, the tip of his eyebrows is slightly raised, and his eyes It was half open and half closed as if not awake.

"Her"'s shoulders were thin and slender, and corresponded with the snow-white neck, glowing with a charming luster under the light. Wearing a pink shirt and white waist-bellied bell-bottoms, the round-neck shirt on the chest wraps the delicate collarbone, and the bones under the tender and white skin are clearly visible, giving the people in the sacrificial hall a deep-seated, bone-like appearance. nice.

Everyone, except for Yale and Bruno, looked obsessed when they saw the person in front of them, both men and women.

"Luo Luo, we seem to be in trouble. The two people over there are at the worst level of natural disaster." The purple-haired youth turned his gaze to the other side of the sacrificial hall and said coldly.

"Then there is no other way. If you can talk peacefully, don't start a war easily." As "her" words came out of her bright red lips, people couldn't help but listen.

This guy is amazingly beautiful...

Yale, who had been bombarded by the beauty of the rank of Charlene, Bruno, and Lydia for a long time, couldn't help but have this thought after seeing him.

When he noticed the shallow Adam's apple under the snow-white neck of the other party, he suddenly showed an unexpected expression.

Another Bruno...

However, there are differences. Although both of them are also more beautiful than ordinary people, Bruno has a feeling of beauty and beauty. Although he is occasionally regarded as a girl, after finding out his gender, he can still get along harmoniously without feeling awkward.

The one in front of him has a feeling of enchanting and graceful, bright and dripping, like a blooming rose, fragrant and charming. Even the most normal straight man will have the idea of ​​"even boys can accept it" after seeing him.

In front of this beautiful young man named Lolo, his beauty is a temptation that can't help but commit a crime - the malice from Lucifer.

"Hey! It's easy for people of our level to fight endlessly. So, except for the tax, it's fair enough." Goethe spread his hands and said helplessly.

"Forehead……"

The black-haired knight quickly retracted his thoughts and replied attentively, "A good proposal."

"Hey! Wait a minute!"

The girl mage suddenly stood up, glanced coldly at the two people who had just appeared, clenched the silver snake staff in her hand, and shouted indignantly:

"Obviously, our Mountain and Sea mercenary group arrived here first. How can you divide up the treasure in front of us without saying a word? It's too much."

"Vivian, don't talk!"

The old man glared at her with an unprecedented stern look.

Luo Luo chuckled lightly, her eyes flowed to the girl's face, her red lips opened, and the words came out of her mouth:

"That's because the weak have no right to negotiate. I can wipe out the lower-level natural disasters in your mercenary group with my backhand.

"You... woo woo woo!"

The girl's fragrant cheeks were about to be angry, but the old man covered his mouth.

After he blocked the mouth of the female mage, a hint of disappointment appeared on the old face, and he slowly exhaled:

"I didn't expect that there were so many big men eyeing the ancestor's treasure. Judging from the demeanor of the two, it must be Lord 'Cancer' Goth and Lord 'Rose' Lolo. It is also ours to meet the legendary mercenary here. It is an honor that our Mountain and Sea Mercenary Corps don’t want these treasures anymore.”

After speaking, the old man turned his gaze to Yalei and Bruno again, bowed and saluted: "Please old man with a clumsy eye, I haven't been able to see the names of the two, if possible, can you reveal it?"

"We just debuted, we don't have a name." The black-haired knight replied half-truth.

"Understood, since you don't want to say more, then... leave."

The old man gave him a deep look, leaned on his staff, and took the lead to leave the temple.

Whoosh-!

A cold light drew a straight white line, flashed from the entrance of the temple, and instantly shot at the old man's throat. Almost at the same time, a black chain blade flew out, silently across the space, centered on the top of the white line.

Ding--!

After the crisp sound of sparks splashing around in the space, a large flying knife with a gold handle stabbed to the ground in a spin, and the blade sank directly into the stone floor.

"what!"

The female mage was so frightened that her eyes straightened, she stood there in a daze, staring at the flying knife deep into the slate for three seconds before she let out a hoarse scream.

"This...this is...?"

The old man's eyes widened, and his face was full of disbelief. He touched his neck with hindsight, and after realizing that he was not injured, he turned his head and glanced at Yale with gratitude:

"Thank you."

"Hands up, don't worry about it."

The black-haired knight retracted his falcon sword and looked coldly at the entrance of the corridor:

"get out."

"Hee hee hee, I didn't expect someone here to stop my flying knife." There was a shrill laughter from the corridor.

"Hello everyone, I'm the clown, the magician clown."

With a pungent smell of inferior perfume, a figure jumped into the sacrificial hall.

It was an oddly dressed man with a red nose, no eyebrows, dark eyes, white paint around his mouth, brown rough snakeskin skin elsewhere, and curly red hair. Grooming to the back, really like a clown.